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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I smoked a pack of cigarettes before midday
I coughed up a lung around one I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting I can't remember having so much fun I've never had so much fun Can't drink the water in Sydney Can't eat the food in Japan Can't breath the air in Los Angeles but a million people think they can These wankers filled up with hatred Why expect any less They can't decide about genocide I think it's time that they took a rest I try to compensate blindly for mistakes Try to make things right For all my redemption I've the best intentions But it's always ending up in a fight |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
Never felt bad lending a hand
I think you hoped i wouldn't be in a band Broken ashtray i can always replace I kick the door then i spit in you face You are not my friend Never ever again Dream of sunsets with a drink the in sand Of all my friends and losing money in the van Remember holidays that weren't such a waste And a broken jaw from a punch in the face Picture perfect with a frame that pretends To be a martyr for a cause with no end I was thinking that you needed a break What i meant was every bone in your face A mental photo of discoloured eyes Of dirty carpets and moistened thighs These recollections i will keep to the end I'm sure it's wrong that you were never my friend |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
Never touch a man with the power to exploit
Never touched a wanker(?) with the power to reform chance to act now, i feel proud with my ??? and drive yourself around go to much trouble for making up laws it's not as fun as fighting for your choice don't trust em all these are the rules much you can do for someone else It's up to you to fight You've got to be strong when you're right Do it for the power of obvious lies when the real power brokers are in disguise you teachers, priests, family and friends when your own education is a means to within they start to leave the artificial side of the state you think so now but it's started too late Fuck all the heroes Fuck all the deros Throw a spanner in the works It's time that we ??? that private sign something about the reason but there is no lie I never under estimated the power of one I never feel safe when done is done You're so empty Stand and fight One thing you can check |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I know that we all have differences
I'm not bothered 'cause I've seen them all I'm the best guy you're ever going to meet I won't listen to your point of view I know everything I know every paradox in politics I've been every place around the world On every subject I'm a known authority No need to argue 'cause it won't get through I know it won't be long Till all my closest friends have come and gone Freedom, I don't know what it means The right to hate is part of me it seems I know everything from history I don't need to watch the news I find it easy with my vast intelligence No one tells me anything new I often wonder why no one talks to me They must be threatened by my charm and grace I know everything about everything I'm especially witty when I'm off my face |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I think I know the answer
I stumbled on and all the world fell down And all the sky went silent Cracked like glass and slowly tumbled to the ground They say, if you look hard You'll find your way back home Born without a friend And bound to die alone, hey, ohh I'm thinking of your highness And crying long upon the loss I've found And on the plus and minus Zero chance of ever turning this around, hey Why doesn't anyone believe in loneliness? Stand up and everyone will see your holiness, ah, yes They say if you look hard You'll find your way back home Born without a friend And bound to die alone, ooh |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
Twenty past four and we're feeling kind of bored 'cause there's nothing to record and we're poor
There's nothing on TV, how can that be? Not even bullshit I don't want to see Spent all day in bed, throbbing in my head, my legs are made of lead feeling dead, there must be something to do to loose this mood I looked in the kitchen, there's not any food Something must be done, I'm craving some fun Put on my favourite band, yeah we need to make a plan Well I really hope we can 'cause the situation can't be much worse today, nothing's OK If I worked I probably wouldn't get paid We start to fight Then we decided that We're going out tonight Walk to the shop, CDs I can hock and that suck 'cause they never give you much but I don't give a damn we're sticking to the plan we need to buy some beer now the hour is getting near to the time that we know we've really got to go, we're sitting in the park and it's getting pretty dark We have a sup now things are looking up We're going out tonight Now the time has come, we're going to have some fun Now it's understood the night is looking good Let's go out and find someone to shout we'll get to the pub and there's going to be no doubt that There'll be some trouble there, broken glasses and stupid hair We'll be without a care all night We're going out tonight ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FELTHAM/WHALLEY/MCDOUGALL/FORMAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
1,2,3 the phone's for me yeah
I don't want to get it but my mind disagrees Running out of patience but I can't break away And now it's taking so long to find a resolution The pain I'm going through there must be a solution I can't be the one to give her total absolution I'll send her nothing good Does it make you feel good to make me miserable Or is a power struggle completely unfeasible Every time we speak you're convinced I'm unreasonable I'll get through it I've found another way Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, it's the one thing that is clear Everything I say seems to get me in trouble I only feel better when I'm seeing double Now there's someone else I think that we can resolve it tonight It's going to be alright Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, 'cause tonight is all that's here Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, it's the one thing that is clear Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, to you I send my only friend Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, to anaesthetise my fear Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, destroy your fear Gone so long the days for thinking, hear that final call for drinking I know there's been a lot of problems, not too many ways to solve them Seems hopeless what can be done yet, I feel the need for icy comfort Let's drink a beer |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I know why dinosaurs became extinct
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
Well i need to define what it was that made you mine
Was it pity or disgrace i used to know but now i just don't trust Since the accident what it was you meant I convinced myself it was heavan sent that the ambulance was sent And i wish i had disguise, please let ignorance provide a sheild covering My pride might restore my faith in good yeah i wish i understood but i don't care i just need another lude and intravenous food I don't need your loving all i need is a spinal operation in my weakened state of mind, idependance i won't fight Cause i don't need your sorry eyes or was it just a terrible disguise or was it loose, thinly veiled hate i understand why you didn't want to wait, when it's time to operate Now i'm running out of time now i know hate is blind It's all legal, not a crime i gave consent to your detriment Press the buzzer and you'll it's time ask the nurse she'll say everything's fine Take a scalpel to my spine ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FORMAN/MCDOUGALL/WHALLEY/FELTHAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I've been living without a face so I can't face the day
The civil war behind my eyes, I'm the only one to blame Take a step back, take a step back, take a step back and run and hide I'm looking for an enemy or a friend from deep inside My self destruction increases my cred I need to be real and I need to be fed As broken as an unloved skateboard at the lost and found As tired as a rabid dog waiting at the pound 'Cause I like to live, I like to live and I've got reasons to destroy Try to stand the test of time, my mind is not a toy My self destruction increases my cred I need to be real and I need to be fed My self destruction so easily led No need to end now, I'm wrecked inside my head Yeah, inside my head, inside my head Wake up to this self abuse, this trait is not a crime I've seen the way to live with poison everything turns fine Listen up, gotta listen up to the soft words to myself Time to ignore these little voices and pretend I'm someone else My self destruction increases my cred I need to be real and I need to be fed My self destruction so easily led No need to end now, I'm wrecked in my head Yeah, inside my head, inside my head, my head, yeah, my head Monitor my intake and I'll document this time Give me something to believe in, give me cheap-arsed wine Self destructor, gripping onto what life there's left to live What's the point in giving up when there's nothing left to give My self destruction increases my cred No need to end now, I'm wrecked in my head Yeah, inside my head, inside my head Yeah, yeah, inside my head, inside my head Yeah, inside my head, inside my head |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
don't talk to me of your ideas and the things I cannot do
don't tell me off for what I want, no, that's for me to choose you yell at me with numbers and a life you'd like for me but I say just take two steps back and you can wait and see 'cause this is our time now we've got to stand up and shout out I'm the problem with society, I'm the problem with the world today I'm the problem, solution, got to make them pay I've listened to your doctrines and there's no sense in the least I could have been mistaken are you father fuckin' priest and once again I'm treated like an enemy of state but as get upon that pedestal remember who dictates and so now I'm forced to recognise your thinking is a cage I've had all that I can stand of "come on son just act your age" if your idea of growing up means living with this shit you can take your phoney pompous crap and shove it where it fits |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I woke up half an hour ago
I don't remember much and I'm feeling slow I don't know how but I know I lost all my friends Every time I see you now you're picking a fight I know I must have said nothing right Do you think that this is going to make a change Do you want to fight me? Hand to hand Do you want to fight me? Now's your chance Can you tell me why I'm so objectionable Is it personality or just my smell When you look like fighting I look sick Is it a disorder a doctor can fix or are you just a violent mother fucking son of a bitch When you put me to the floor you know I'll get back up again Do you want to fight me? Now's the time Do you want to fight me? Stand in line It's obvious it's too late to make it right Talking sense to you is going to take all night I'm going to get a beating unless I make a plan I know you want a piece, sorry I'm so slow One more bevy I'll be ready to go And run faster than I've ever run before ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FELTHAM/WHALLEY/MCDOUGALL/FORMAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
What the hell are you doing later on?
I've got some beer and I don't have a gun I wanna find out, I wanna try out The possibilities of having some fun And I'm seeing now that I've never seen this place before And I'm realizing I'm alone, got no home, need a loan But I'm not on metha There's a time for and there's a place for Ultra-violence and it's not on my side I tried to dissect but where's the respect? There's still respect for an inanimate life And it's looking like It's time to escape again And there could be something wrong but I'm alone, got no home, need a loan But I'm not on methadone Need a phone with a tone But I'm not on methadone I just don't have to go 'Cause I never [Incomprehensible] Or you start, you're apart Why don't you stay awhile? And I'm realizing I've never tried To see anything the same Of all the good things Of all the ugly things There's a point where You don't have to hide It's time to understand That even Superman He had his problems But he knew how to fly And I'm realizing It's time to escape the game And there could be something wrong But I'm alone, got no home, need a loan But I'm not on methadone Need a phone with a tone But I'm not on methadone I just don't have to go 'Cause I never [Incomprehensible] Or you start, you're apart Why don't you stay awhile? I'm alone, got no home And I'm not on methadone I'm alone, got no home I'm not on methadone I'm alone, got no home But I'm not on methadone I'm alone, need a phone But I'm not a methadone |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
I have seen the wasted youth that have no fear of dying
seen the other prophecies that we should start denying look at my, look at my plan ahead ??? coming to a head there'll be black thunder, there'll be lightening I've seen a million faces, I've seen a million days take a look down and realise there's not much left to say this might change your mind I've seen the writing on the wall, and I know it all too well I've heard enough, the road is looking rough I know this all too well superstition, do you believe ??? another seven you might aswell convinve yourself that we're all going to heaven can't beleive in a sacred god that gives me wine from water he'll never ??? what's around the corner I look back and wonder just why no one saw it coming I'm looking forward to the time we're fighting and we're running we can live another thousand years, oh I can tell so your apocalyptic thoughts will lead you straight to hell |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - A Man's Not A Camel (1999)
Tim and Candy getting real sandy
down at the beach but he's a leach He's all bleached blonde white teeth, nothing wrong she's got a brain it's causing her pain John's with Kim but she likes Tim she only wants sex but she's with his ex She wants more, thinks life is a bore the shore's not enough the guys are too tough Summer's here the rain has gone away Summer's here all thinking's gone 'til May Tim and John swear nothing's going on It's a god given right on a Saturday night Two drinks later John becomes a traitor it's always the same everybody's fair game Summer's here put the top down and drive Summer's here now we're being burnt alive Bleached bland, polluted sand, there's nowhere to go, dull eyes so low Tim, John, Candy, Kim, let's not pretend, that's it for them If you dig a little deeper, an hour, 4-litres, the truth does reveal we cannot conceal It's written plain and plenty, a face full of envy in all of our thoughts and all of our hearts Summer, discontent Summer's here put the top down and drive Summer's here now we're being burnt alive Summer's here and we're almost naked Our tan is deep but no-one knows we've faked it ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FORMAN/MCDOUGALL/WHALLEY/FELTHAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
I've had enough, the morning papers chill me to the bone
Eyes sewn shut, stilted conversation breaking up Heads cracking up, biological depression, drugs aren't enough The travesty of science waking up I've had enough, my thinning blood Reaction based anxiety I've had enough, frustration isn't helping, turning black Decisions suck, immobilized from hair down to my feet By coming up, optimism wretched in my throat No working parts, broken like a train disaster I've had enough, my thinning blood Reaction based anxiety I've had enough, my thinning blood Concentrated therapy No getting out, no question of a head start, fair or fake No getting up, knuckles smashing windows in my wake Like throwing up, nausea restricting loving host Mistrusted start, a chemical replacement in my head I've had enough, my thinning blood Reaction based anxiety I've had enough, my thinning blood Concentrated therapy |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
I've been living on a quarter of speed
And I don't want to die, damn near drown in a pile of sick, No I don't want to die, smashed up face in a parking lot Fucked up head from too much pot Gotta run away Come down hard in the light of day, I know the reason why Self-centred fuck faced son of a bitch Not cool to live a lie, lets go out in the sity tonight, Making a scene then doing it twice, Gotta run away Time runs out at the best of times Can't go back to the end of the line Gotta run away |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
I need to cut my fingernails
And I avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time No, I won't say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write On the phone, I can't get the time right On the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home I get excited by an interesting moment Then I liken it to something that I've heard of before I try to censor all my senses at once Resulting in the fact that I am terminally bored I was born to stay awake I don't want to think of how much more I can take I'll catch the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home I lay wake and I dream of sleep Well, I'm no good with numbers, so I'm fucking all the sheep My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too I don't know what that means, so I won't say it again Such a struggle to stay awake Don't want to think of how much more I can take I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home Enough said, too much room in my head I'm missing all our dying plants I miss the warm bed A longing sense is so hard to attack I think of all the good things, now I want to come back I'm not complaining about the life I'm in If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I'm coming home Well, I'm on the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Kneel down, to the one who loves, Every little thing about you, that you're not confident of, Pray, to the one who waits, for five long days of torment, that make you sauvate, Have faith, in what creates, An overwhelming sense of freedom, in which we all relate, Fall down, doesn't meen you're meek, Looking forward to the nightmare of the working week, Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit, And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week, Packed full of broken hearts, And plans to write a movie even got someone to play the part, Big words, and big ideas, To put them into action needs another beer, Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit, And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week, All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me, where it ends is still a mystery, Laugh, you're not alone, In feeling trapped inside this cycle on your own Break out, It's not too late, Protecting your identity the most imporatant thing today, All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me, Where it ends is still a mystery, Monday's made for fighting, tuesday's made of shit, And if the other three days would go away the weekend would last a week, All hail the weekend, it makes no difference to me, Where it ends is still a mystery. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
You shook us all up, you tripped us all out
You wanna go out far, and I know you're a star To tell you the truth, I didn't know it was you Beyond the limit, so poorly lit It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your Weren't so obscene, 'til the cinema queen We weren't to know, put on quite a show It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your And now my blood runs cold as my memory unfolds In the background it was raining Those familiar sounds bury my head in my hands On the screen my face is smiling It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face And now my blood runs cold as my memory unfolds In the background it was raining Those familiar sounds bury my head in my hands On the screen my face is smiling It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Like to think I'm the best there is at putting myself down
Here's to looking at trading places with anyone in town The way you light that cigarette The smoke never hits your eyes Wishing I was you, you're the best guy So good looking and confident When you're lacking personality Nothing matters when you back it up with five beers A line of speed, scintillating conversation I know that I should try Wishing I was you you're the best guy Now I stand in front of you I hope that I could die Wishing I was you you're the best guy As many friends as there are bodies placed in your field of view Does that explain why I'm so incensed when you do the things you do Jealousy's the most destructive, a bitter waste of time Wishing I was you you're the best guy Well I lost my fait in everything, severed all my ties Wishing I was you you're the best guy |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
I'll keep moving till the day I die
Dance-ecution I feel the rhythm till my final hour Dance-ecution I'm not feeling so low, dancing on death row Boogie my way to the guillotine Dance-ecution Electric chair's not so obscene Dance-ecution Feet won't stop moving alas, waiting for the gas Upon our judgement day, we'll dance the night away Bring new meaning to 'that swinging sound' Dance-ecution Do the marimba 6 feet underground Dance-ecution I'm not feeling so low, dancing on death row Upon our judgment day, we'll dance the night away Don't have to move a lot, in front of the firing squad Lethal injection's no pain, when you do that charlston again |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Sad day for freedom
Fall and you believe them Tell you that you life has just been worthless and shit Well I don't like to lose you're asking me to choose Well get the fuck away from me and get over it Nothing's wrong I don't feel comfortable in the Emperor's new clothes I talked of ecstasy, you said I'll have one of those I wouldn't listen no I wouldn't change my mind I'll be alright, you'll be fine Something's wrong, there's something wrong There's something don't you see That there's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong There's nothing wrong with me I talked of politics, you were easily led Even if I know nothing about any government You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't change my mind You'll be alright, I'll be fine Nothing wrong, nothing wrong You never noticed all around has turned to shit It doesn't bother you a bit |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Hey there believers
Best thing I can do is keep you all in the dark Hey there believers Thanks for another sympathetic remark But I can't see who is watching over me Only dark clouds break, wash the filth into the sea My revelation Was not that good but it's still locking me in My medication It holds me stable and it's keeping me thin But wait and see I am not some prodigy And I can't love all these angels after me Well, don't pick me up when I crash to the ground Don't try and stop me falling Have a drink when I'm waiting for the final call Don't you rescue me With the worms in the bedroom and the rats in the walls It's a wonder I get anything done at all With the bottle and the pipe and the cards up-faced I never, ever, ever wanna leave this place Well, don't pick me up when I crash to the ground Don't try and stop me falling Have a drink when I'm hungry for the final call Don't you rescue me Well, should I feel ashamed when our heroes weep? Is that the sound I hear as I go to sleep? When God's in His Heaven all is wrong with the world Don't you rescue me When God's in His Heaven all is wrong with the world Don't you rescue me |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
I thought I saw you crying on the stage
It must have been embarrassing for someone of your age Success can't be that fun You sweat, it makes your makeup run I guess that's why you're full of all that rage It seems as though we're left behind 'Cause we're just normal guys Haven't got the cash to empathize Just cheer up, just cheer up, cheer up, get over it Cheer up you little whinging shit You bare your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your arse The heavy burden of celebrity It's not really hard to bare fucking easy life And maybe one day you will realize, open up your eyes And cheer up, just cheer up, cheer up it's the lucky few Cheer up, do the job you do Now let me wipe away those tears Take another pill, I'll buy you one of those expensive beers Send a statement to the press We'll talk about professional stress They don't know the pain you feel of another million dollar deal So cheer up, just cheer up Cheer up, don't be such a nob if it's so damn hard, get a fucking job (Cheer up) Cheer up, things don't look that bad Just cheer up, you're rich, so don't be sad Cheer up [Incomprehensible] there's nothing wrong Just cheer up, you're not in Frenzal Rhomb So fucking cheer up |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Black it out like a war-torn city, black it out
I still deny, I will decide, I will deny Positively charged most of the time Take a breathe and toe the line I never want to fill this space Block it out when the bright light's hurting, block it out I still pretend, it all depends, I will pretend That nothing went wrong along the way No regrets, I hear me say Looking up from both sides now I still feel the same, I don't feel the same Next stop, alternative failure Today isn't turning out that good Feel like the local resident failure And I still feel misunderstood Cut it out, 'round the headlines flashing, cut it out I'm allowed unique mistakes, yeah, I'm allowed Drive me away to a better place Start to believe that I'm a stupid waste Time moves quicker in my wake I still feel the same, I don't feel the same Next stop, alternative failure Today isn't turning out that good Feel like the local resident failure And I still feel misunderstood Flat knocked down in a city street Machine won't let me go to sleep It's obvious today is not my day I must have offended someone before Six men kicking through my door Apparently today is not my day Black it out, black it out Still pretend, I will pretend That nothing went wrong along the way No regrets, I hear me say Looking up from both sides now I don't feel the, I still feel the same Today isn't turning out that good Feel like the local resident failure But I still feel misunderstood Flat knocked down in a city street Machine won't let me go to sleep It's obvious today is not my day Chemicals spilt in the bathroom sink Another cockroach in my drink Apparently today is not my day Clearly now today is not my day |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Lights out on the street tonight
Walking alone in the fading light Vague sounds of a distant band The desperate howls of a one night stand Thin smile and clenching fist Scoping tags like sniffing piss Stay in control as the tension mounts Magnetic pull from north to south And I wish I had the resolution skills to walk away It never happens quite that way Do you want to start a war? Base thump on the stereo Tongue tied and I want to know Cut and dried, I'm all cut up Sting like amphetamines and ready to go And I wish I had the resolution skills to walk away It never happens quite that way Do you want to start a war? Do you want to stand up and keep your head held high? Can you place yourself on the other side? Do you remember what you're fighting for? Do you really want to start a war? Always searching for some answers or some cigarettes I'd be happy either way. Do you want to start a war? |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Once twice, his shoes are oversibed,
He's got three, or four, friends bur never more Try and squash in the car, drive around in circles, Until he goes crash, we find, There's other things on his mind, He's so happy, but that's not that funny, sodom the clown, He makes us smile and frown, He loves to dance, and play those funny games, Now that the lights are off, whispering our names, Wiping the smile away, it' not a happy day, Out that's just the way it goes, Oh that's not a red nose, He's so happy, but that's not that funny, sodom the clown, He loves to bring us down, We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why, We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die, We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why, We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die Blowing ballons, no ones immune, Hum a sad, sad tune, Flower squirts your face, Spending his life disgrace, We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why, We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die, We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why, We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die, We laugh, we cry, we laugh, we cry, We laugh, we cry, we laugh, we cry, |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Shut Your Mouth (2001)
Ever felt you've been at the bottom of the barrel
There isn't any sunlight and there's no room to extend your arms and legs Have you ever felt like someone's always criticising everything about you Don't let the bastards keep you down Don't let them no don't let the ones that you trusted Loyalty for granted When it comes to the crunch and you don't know where to turn they'll try and make you believe them, it's in your best interests But they're not the ones that burn Don't let the bastards keep down Don't let them, no don't let them And I can't help falling in love with you |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - We're Going Out Tonight (1999)
Twenty past four and we're feeling kind of bored 'cause there's nothing to record and we're poor
There's nothing on TV, how can that be? Not even bullshit I don't want to see Spent all day in bed, throbbing in my head, my legs are made of lead feeling dead, there must be something to do to loose this mood I looked in the kitchen, there's not any food Something must be done, I'm craving some fun Put on my favourite band, yeah we need to make a plan Well I really hope we can 'cause the situation can't be much worse today, nothing's OK If I worked I probably wouldn't get paid We start to fight Then we decided that We're going out tonight Walk to the shop, CDs I can hock and that suck 'cause they never give you much but I don't give a damn we're sticking to the plan we need to buy some beer now the hour is getting near to the time that we know we've really got to go, we're sitting in the park and it's getting pretty dark We have a sup now things are looking up We're going out tonight Now the time has come, we're going to have some fun Now it's understood the night is looking good Let's go out and find someone to shout we'll get to the pub and there's going to be no doubt that There'll be some trouble there, broken glasses and stupid hair We'll be without a care all night We're going out tonight ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FELTHAM/WHALLEY/MCDOUGALL/FORMAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - We're Going Out Tonight (1999)
I'm feeling sick to my stomach 'cause I'm on my way back
The scene of the crime and I'm a nervous wreck Now I need to try to keep my head clear The last thing I want is what's happening here Well I stopped for no reason but to bring some device [Unverified] feeling alright The right to make friends and that's it And then he starts to treat me like a piece of shit I was drugged by the cops I'd do anything to make them stop Well have you ever dealt with someone with an even hand Can you look me in the eye without a gun in your hand? Do you want to try to break another mind? I think he got arrested but there's no crime Well you can keep your stupid questions for someone who cares And your juvenile remarks about piercings and hair Have you a mirror have you had a look I know you went to school but have you ever read a book? Do you like you rage power on the way to the shop Do you like to be an arsehole, yeah you like it a lot I think I know a number that can make it stop 1-800-dead-mother-fucking-cop |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - We're Going Out Tonight (1999)
Oh my God, is this what we've become?
Spending our whole lives without a sun Devote your time to fighting off a tan It's time to stock up on your travel mags Pack your bags All the children playing in the park I would too if it was only dark I have to leave, I need to take a break I need to go where munchies can be made in the shade Albino holiday I need to go, I need to get away Because inside is where I always stay In the winter time I'll travel south Where the sunlight only comes around for an hour Albino holiday I would give it all away Just to take a holiday They're designed to convince the world it's feeling fine But it's just there to waste my time Don't believe what the commercials say You'd better off without a single ray It's us or them no time to make a fuss Just remember now it's time to toss the 15 plus Albino holiday |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Dont get a million bucks for getting out of bed
Dont get a million fucks when i punch folks in the head But even if we know we never get a billboard top 10 hit. Atleast we know russell crowe's bands a fuckin pile of shit. dont get olympic athletes to my barbecue. dont get extortion threats from the coffs harbour saloon. but even if our pay checks may aswell as be conterfeit. atleast we know russell crowe's bands a fuckin pile of shit. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
If you're wonderin' what's been goin' on
If you think I've almost lost my mind My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keep it real, I keep it really wrong At the risk of soundin' crass I would like to mention That I am well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose you so and so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you everybody I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane, if it don't rain Sucker MC's are problematic I love it when you hit those switches A curve ball's what my pitch is So here we here we come Like dum ditty dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches You're right man The sound, sounds sweeter through the echolex It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects You, read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen everybody let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Livin' six feet deep just ain't the move We're givin' you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all these people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate Let's try to negotiate Let's try to negotiate If you're wonderin' what's been goin' on If you think I've almost lost my mind That you think I've almost lost my mind |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Morning. Wake up and smell
All the breakfast foods that are an offer. But no one prepared us for what's on the menu. I've never tried this before. If this is the breakfast of champions. I don't wanna be an athlete. Gastro-testicular bad combination, At least they're not serving it raw. Cooking with balls, who would of thought It could be so normal. Now we know He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef. Come in, sit down, please be assured That you won't find a bad ball here. Culled straight from the rocky mountains The difference between a bull and a steer. Cooking with balls, who would of thought It could be so normal. Now we know He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef. He's a Ball Chef |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
The band has stopped the night is young...
This bar is closed but there'll be more to come... She whispered softly. "I don't wanna be alone... Can me and all my friends come back for cones? I called ahead I felt so cheap Just to make sure my grandma's sound asleep I shoulda noticed that her look was kinda smug She only wants me coz I got the drugs My mouth was dry my knees were weak She held my hand as we walked down the street I didn't give a shit she got my first name wrong She only wants me for my Bucket Bong She only wants me for my Bucket Bong And when we're at home I'm feeling scared Coz there's no bucket, sink or (vessel?) anywhere And if she wants a bucket I'll have the last one And she'll hafta have it with me in the bath She'll hafta have it with me in the bath She only wants me coz I got the drugs.... |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Well the bus is pulling out and I guess I'd better go
Before I make a grave mistake and let my feelings show And twenty miles away she waits alone for me But when I try to picture her you're the one I see And in another situation I could put up a fight But you will be my downfall tonight So the night is coming down, drowning us in blue And it all points towards the things we know we shouldn't do And as I look at you and I fall under your spell Well I know I should be thinking of her lying there herself And when faced with temptation You know a man should stand and fight But you will be my downfall tonight Be my downfall, be my great regret, be the one girl that I'll never forget Be my undoing, be my slow road to ruin tonight Be my downfall, be my great regret, be the one girl that I'll never forget Be my undoing, be my slow road to ruin tonight So the bus is pulling out and I'm grounded here with you And I want to say the sweet things babe I've always wanted to So tell me now the tail-lights have gone out of sight Baby won't you be my downfall once again tonight |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Don't wanna got to the beach or the movies or hang around with you
I wanna go where I'll win lots of money I'll do what I have to do Always on my back telling me you need expensive stuff Well this should be enough I'm gonna buy you a grey hound and I'll name him after you And when he wins I will buy that you want me to Been spending all of my time on the doghouse His well never change Never enough the I cook dinner the puts restaurants to shame If I raise the capital and rents not overdue Well this is what I'm gonna do I'm gonna buy you a grey hound and I'll name him after you And if you leave me at least I'll have a friend who will be true Its not cruelty if you inject enough amphetamines I know that one day I'll have a proper job to do But that won't be anytime soon I'm gonna buy you a racehorse and I'll name him after you And if he loses once I'll turn him into superglue |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Grew up in an industrial town, two blocks away from the industrial sounds. Three generations in the same old home. Seven kids mum feels so alone. Six of them looked like they had a chance to do something with their lives. Little Jeanie had a mind of her own, but it wasn't a very good one. And we try not to be mean, to our little lead poisoned Jean. Little lead poisoned Jean. No special school no one to understand, her teachers tried to use the back of their hands, she can't compute any information. She likes pictures on the screen, our little lead poisoned Jean, little lead poisoned Jean. One winters day it was the end of June, her parents put together two and two. She wasn't normal, no she's not the same, the legal battle set the town aflame. The company would be responsible for every time that Jeannie screams, pollution so obscene. Little lead poisoned Jean. Now the family's rich beyond belief that sort of money's still a shallow relief. Little Jeannie's got a new playstation so she Stares at the screen she's my little lead poisoned Jean. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
You had such a terrible time at home, not as bright as your brother and sister. Though intimidating all your friends, still think that uniform's so cool. what a job you can make your own rules. Take your frustration out on them. Hanging out at your nearest protest. punching kids and making arrests in the name of whoever pays the most. Couldn't get in the armed forces, animals on the backs of horses, good sense and justice you oppose. Get a real job- who would be a fucking cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Did the army kick you out? what the hell was that about? Didn't let you use your firearm in public? You don't protect me, no security, for my family and my friends. Your brain is just out of reach, you can shoot drunks on the beach. The corporations you defend- Get a real job. who would be a fucking cop? I don't know how you get to sleep, when junkies terrorise your beat. Feel like a hero when you punch alcoholics. And there's that secret no one knows, hidden from everyone. Those unnatural affections for German Shepherds- Get a real job- who would be a cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Were you a cockhead from the start? You didn't need very good marks, and now you're suppplementing your income with money from drugs. Don't wear your name badge on your chest. In case of civil unrest. Wouldn't want anyone to think that your like violence best. Who would be a fucking cop?
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Congratulations you have won the right to anything you want
An astronaut, a TV host, and open hand a smiling face Another medal for your race an open door Another opportunity to find out what it means to be so lucky Sit back forget about the rest Just remember you're the best that this world has to offer Oh baby baby it's a white world I don't want anything to do with this birthright it makes me sick To think of people feeling better Treating everyone like shit Sit back forget about the rest Just remember that you're the best That this world has to offer. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
You taught me to re-align my chakra,
speak to my inner consciousness. You made me listen to John Butler and other rubbish that bored me to shit You wanted to move up the North Coast where everthing is so much better Where you can play Djembes on the beach I used to get mad I used to get angry I used to hate everyone i met You taught me love You showed me kindness You painted flowers on my face And that gave me the shits F**k i hated that but it taught me a valuable lesson too Now i love everyone but you We had mushrooms in the morning I was braindead for eternity I took my clothes off you didn't like that and neither did the check-out chick from coles i tried to pash the store security I used to get mad I used to get angry I used to be cynical i know You taught me love You taught me yoga You threw the fire around my head. And that gave me the shits F**k i hated that but it taught me a valuable lesson too Now i love everyone but you You wont make me live with no shoes. Now every full moon i think of last year and when we went to the bush doof party And how the acid made the music worse. I know she had a good heart when she stood in front of trees. But she talked out her arse she could see me aura turning bad. And that gave me the shits F**k i hated that everyone else i know thanks you. Now i love everyone but you I passively resist your coup. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
Teenage romance always a chance to get into trouble. Now it's no fun, shotgun, far to young and they can't come out to play.
When all the kids are having kids, today. Back seat like toast, mid-central coast they grow up so quickly. No more Friday night drinks in the park, no matter what they say. Coz all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today. Terminate or church doorstep, sell them on the internet or up for adoption. Or there's no more rock shows, drugs or cigarettes, stunt their DNA. When all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today Forgotten dreams and wasted plans, (Contraception) Memories airbrushed on a panel van. (is an option) Replaced with frowns and wagging tongues, (Contraception) Washing lines and soccer mums. (is an option) Fast track up no time for cool, there must have been a hole in the golden rule. At least you get the week off school. When all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, all the kids are having kids, today. |
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from Frenzal Rhomb - Sans Souci (2003)
You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles,
And a darkened plastic bag over your head, Tied on real tightly. Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car, With an amputated arsehole at the wheel. You can't tell me that it's a real steal. And you will fail, You'll go to jail. Try to viciously attack a Newtown Jets half backer, With both hands and legs tied behind your back, And a sultry shade of lipstick on your mouth, And if you somehow make it out, Call his mum a hooker on the way. Well today is really not your day. Try saving all the trees, or free the refuges. Or prove you're not a coward by killing Johnny Howard. Murder all the Racists, welcome blokes from other places. Force everyone to stop eating meat. I wouldn't bother getting off your seat. I wouldn't bother trying you'll just end up doing time. And if you want to make a difference you'll just end up in a prison, Getting buggered every time you go to sleep. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHALLEY/MCDOUGALL/FORMAN/CREASE <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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