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Saturday
02:48
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Saturday
Wake up cause duty calls again
to work on a chain gang of modern men
finding my way somehow to make it through the dayshift
this week
Head numb walk the assembly line
whistle blows it’s clocking time
open the gates just four more days and I’ll be celebrating....
Saturday my liberation day
Thank god for Saturday
I loose my leash and I cross my limits
Give me some oblivion
cause it’s Saturday
I loose my leash and I cross my limits
Wake up to the call of recovery
last night a distant memory
The party’s over and I am picking up the pieces
again
Feels like personal rise and fall
Head hurts fell from my pedestal
Next week I will be crawling back up there to celebrate my
Saturday my liberation day
Thank god for Saturday
I loose my leash and I cross my limits
Give me some oblivion
Cause it’s Saturday I loose my leash and I cross my limits
My life’s as empty as the glass I hold
a predictable strong weekly routine
another shattered dream
of which I am running once a week to be
king for one day
I am on a roll
I am on a mission
Out of control it’s my tradition
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2. |
Every generation
01:15
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Every generation
Hanging around being bored to the core
looking for liquor but too young to score
Nowhere to party, get into a fight!
fuck the world it is friday night
Hate our songs, hate our fashion
put us down we don’t need compassion
We give you the finger and laugh in your face
Don’t you know it’s just a passing phase...
Every generation has a youth of today
Disagree, never listen
We’re taking all that you’ve been missing
how we end up, we haven’t a clue
but probably the same as you
Cause every generation has a youth of today
Through my eyes you’ll never see
We agree to disagree
I took the torch and now
I pass it on to you
Cause every generation needs its youth of today
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3. |
Brains on bleach
03:22
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Brains on bleach (Hydrogen Peroxide causes Xenophobia)
You say our land’s invaded
Talking rubbish, spreading hatred
and putting all the progress in reverse
Freedom of speech
you say, gives you the right to
put morality aside
your arrogance is making matters worse
Is paranoia getting hard to bare?
or could it be the chemicals
with which you die your hair?
Damned your brain’s on bleach
your brain’s on bleach
it causes tunnel vision
your brain’s on bleach
your brain’s on bleach
starting an inquisition
You’re breaking news again
Inflaming hatred everywhere you can
Ad fuel to the flames when
fire burns you run away and
we hardly ever hear a solution
freedom of speech you say
gives you the right to
put morality aside
and broadcast cinematic frustration
Is paranoia getting hard to bare?
or could it be the chemicals
with which you die your hair?
Damned your brain’s on bleach
your brain’s on bleach
it causes tunnel vision
your brain’s on bleach
your brain’s on bleach
starting an inquisition
You’re breaking news again
Inflaming hatred everywhere you can
bleach causes a narrow-mind
Xenophobic going blind
Saw your movie, stupid flick
Propaganda politics
You and I never agree
Your hair contains more chemicals
Then there will ever be between you, me and your ideology
Add fuel to the flame
Provocation is your game
You start a fire
Cross my wire
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4. |
Rise again
03:13
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Rise again
See the sickness fill the skies
The heat is on, Kyoto cries
Optimism’s slowly wearing thin
Highways jammed with SUV’s
causing clotted arteries
cardiac arrest is kicking in....
And emissions rise again
we’re turning up the heat
they rise again
Rise again
Emissions there on the rise again
Make a-mends
For the mass
Let’s make amends
For the mass
Let’s make a-mends
Are we still in time to make amends?
fuck the forest, can’t you see
that money doesn’t grow on trees
Selfishness polluted our minds
Giving in to simple greed
Taking things that we don’t need
eventually we’re robbing this world blind
And emissions rise again
we’re turning up the heat they rise again
Rise again
Emissions there on the rise again
Make a-mends
For the mass
Let’s make amends
For the mass
Let’s make a-mends
Are we still in time to make amends?
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5. |
Lucky loser
03:57
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Lucky loser
Watching them burn
some of the bridges of my past
way too hard to make them last
I separate my rights from wrongs
and put them down into a song
trying to unfold
this story is getting old
but I believe I never told
I am cleaning up the mess
I am taking out the trash
Try to erase
my gloomy point of view
but here we go again
fucking far from Zen
running round in circles
heading for a trench
can’t stand the thought of losing
that’s why I’m digging in
Hope I am a lucky loser
there’s a chance I just might win
Letting it go
try to clear my worried head
and just enjoy the ride instead
destination is unknown
hope to reap what I have sown
try to erase
my gloomy point of view
but here we go again
fucking far from Zen
running round in circles
heading for a trench
can’t stand the thought of losing
that’s why I’m digging in
Hope I am a lucky loser
there’s a chance I just might win
The road ahead can look so scary
different than the ordinary
Is this what I want
Please tell me what I want today
Bang here we go again
fucking far from Zen
running round in circles
heading for a trench
can’t stand the thought of losing
that’s why I’m digging in
Hope I am a lucky loser
there’s a chance I just might win
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6. |
It doesn't matter
02:42
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It doesn’t matter
You can get anything you want today,
Your shopping list, the sky’s the limit,
Super-sized the new cliché,
We ingest, grow fat or vomit
It doesn’t matter what you want to get
Credit cards to save the needy
Shopping binge, creating debt
We consume, grow numb and greedy
It doesn’t matter what you want to buy
You can pay it later on
It doesn’t matter, any time you want
24/7, dusk to dawn
It’s an insatiable hunger,
An urge, acquired greed
It doesn’t matter what you want, create need.
It doesn’t matter where you burn the cash
Magazines stir up the passion
Today’s hype, tomorrow’s trash
Keep in style, stay in fashion
The flashing neon signs,
Pointing our thoughts direction
If economy declines
Pray for its resurrection
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