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Bad Kid$ Go To Hell
04:09
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I've got a super duper can of super strength
And no front teeth, but that doesn't matter to me
'Cos I'm so high, I'm higher than the birds and planes and clouds
But that's alright, 'cos I'm gonna crash land any minute
You all look down on me
Probably 'cos I can't stand
On my own two feet.
You're only happy she said
When there's a drink in your hand
Damn right I said right back
What do I have nowadays, anyways?
I said I would change my ways, but I lied
And I will be this for the rest of my days
A pint in one hand and a fag in the other
Please believe me when I say
There's no way I'd rather be, blind drunk and happy
You all look down on me
Probably 'cos I can't stand
On my own two feet.
You're only happy she said
When there's a drink in your hand
Damn right I said right back
What do I have nowadays, anyways?
You all look down on me
Probably 'cos I can't stand
On my own two feet.
You're only happy she said
When there's a drink in your hand
Damn right I said right back
What do I have nowadays, anyways?
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Woodpecker Everyday
03:45
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So take me back, back to the days
When the sun was out and so were we
We didn't have to think about things, like university
No not a care in the world we had
And not a prayer, to call our own
At trying to keep contact with all our peeps
What's the point in trying to get a degree
Stay young forever I say.
So take me back to the summer of 2010
And when it ended we waited for it to come back around again
Growing up when we were all friends
A group of mates and a party every weekend
Good memories and no responsibilities
Summer spent chilling out at
Sitting down on Maltby Skate Park
All day and night until it got dark
Tbh we never did much
We never really did apart from
Walking down to Tesco's to pass the time
Never knew that loitering was a crime
And I've been arrested five times
And twice, I've been fined.
What's the point in trying to get a degree
Stay young forever I say.
So take me back to the summer of 2010
And when it ended we waited for it to come back around again
What's the point in trying to get a degree
Stay young forever I say.
So take me back to the summer of 2010
And when it ended we waited for it to come back around again
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Not all bro's can pull a trigger you say
But given the shot, I'd take it anyday
And it's all about the time and the place that we're raised in
Looking over my shoulder, in a city that never sleeps
Guns and knives take place, in the pockets
Of every guy to ever walk these streets
You think you've got it made
But we know the truth
You think you've got it made
Well I guess the streets could be safer
You don't need backup, when you're John Mclaine
I'm terrified of the centre at night
Because I don't die hard and that's a shame
Hoods up, socks on show
Air Nike max and off you go
Into the night but not to suck blood
but to suck on the roach of a freshly rolled blunt
You think you've got it made
But we know the truth
You think you've got it made
Your lines are flatter than an open bottle of Bud
And the world's a pretty messed up place
You're not, making it any better
A big, bad man persona
Won't cover a bad tattoo or talentless song
You're standing over there, with your hardcore mates
I've got real friends, they aren't fake
Your lines are flatter than an open bottle of Bud
And the world's a pretty messed up place
You're not, making it any better
Your lines are flatter than an open bottle of Bud
And the world's a pretty messed up place
You're not, making it any better
I'm not useless
I'm not, useless
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MR8, Ain't My M8
03:44
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Six hours and nothing to show
And now it's time for us to go
For our bus, back home
But unlike ET
I can get home on 60p
And I'd race him but he travels at lightspeed
What a total disaster
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no joke
It's the pinnicle, I'm not being cynical
It started out so promicing and working fine
We got a song recorded and it sounded sublime
Then the MR8 rubbish broke
And everything we had, was gone without a sight so
We said wipe the memory and start a fresh
'Cos we honestly believed it would be for the best
But when we did more problems arose
The untimely demise of the 8-track
What a total disaster
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no joke
It's the pinnicle, I'm not being cynical
If you've had a crappy day, let me hear you say
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no
Save yourself, you shouted as the bus went up in smoke
And I'm telling you that it's no
Joke
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Three nights a week, maybe a full day or two
Spend in this room, putting pen to paper
Writing about all the things we see
That are wrong, with the world we're living in
Let me, tell you
All the things we've been through
We've been through
'Cos we've been dragging our feet
Dragging our feet
We've been dragging our feet
For far too long
I've burned a bridge or two, in the hope of a brighter future
And we can laugh about all time we've spent
'Cos at the end of the day, we're just lads
Writing songs, like it's all we've ever had
Like it's all we've ever had
Let me, tell you
All the things we've been through
We've been through
'Cos we've been dragging our feet
Dragging our feet
We've been dragging our feet
For far too long
We've tried, everything just to make this right
We've tried, we've tried
Still we're getting nowhere working overtime
Still we're getting nowhere working overtime
Let me, tell you
All the things we've been through
We've been through
'Cos we've been dragging our feet
Dragging our feet
We've been dragging our feet
For far too long
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Over the tram tracks I go
Down the The Boardwalk, where we played our first shows
God I do miss the days
Where everyone came, to watch the bands play
But it's boarded up now
Kinda ironic I say beause of the name and because of the way
The wood sits on the windows
Why did those venue's close, don't you know we need those
To promote and put on some cheap shows
But we still try, try to make it by
The Sheff music scene aint, what it used to be
I miss the days when bands had fans, not just family
And friends, at shows, the next gig who will know
Could be days, weeks, months or years
Why did those venue's close, don't you know we need those
To promote and put on some cheap shows
But we still try, try to make it by
Maybe we'll never see those days again
We'll have to wait and see, if not we'll have the memories
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la (Why did those venue's close)
La, la, la, la, la, la (Why did those venue's, close)
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Track 7's For You, Man
04:15
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There's no rush I thought to myself
But then I realised, that I was wrong
That I was so wrong, I mean
I'm 19, already, in one year I'll be 20
I need to make good use of our time
We need to make good use of our time
We need to move on and move up and move out
We need to get on with our lives, and never question why
One thing, I need to do, is forget about this place
I need to save some money up and
Move away and get a fresh start from this town
To get a fresh start, because
It's rough and filled with scruffs
And now I've had enough
And now I've had enough
I need to make good use of our time
We need to make good use of our time
We need to move on and move up and move out
We need to get on with our lives, and never question why
One thing, I need to do, is forget about this place
The words I'm singing's got me thinking
And the place I live in's got me thinking
The words I'm singing's got me thinking
And the place I live in's got me thinking
The words I'm singing's got me thinking
And the place I live in's got me thinking, that we
We need to move on and move up and move out
We need to get on with our lives, and never question why
One thing, I need to do, is forget about this place
We need to move on and move up and move out
We need to get on with our lives, and never question why
One thing, I need to do, is forget about this place
We need to move on and move up and move out
We need to get on with our lives, and never question why
One thing, I need to do, is forget.
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Seconds Apart Rotherham, UK
Seconds Apart are;
Owen Claxton
Guitar/Vocals
Martin Cartlidge
Bass/Vocals
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