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Waste my time
02:40
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The sun comes up just to go down,
Watch the clock till the hands go round,
The end of the day the night creeps in,
Its been twelve long hours of doing nothing.
sometimes crawls, sometimes flies.
cant you hear it going by,
tick tick tick tick moving on,
a metronome fucking up the song,
WASTE MY TIME
I WANA WASTE MY TIME
I just don't care got no suggestions,
I don't find much that interesting,
The only hobby that i need,
Blazing in-front of a TV screen.
I got no money Fuck success,
I aint gunu wake up to clean no mess,
I aint got much patience for practice,
Id rather laze around on a dirty mattress.
WASTE MY TIME
I WANNA WASTE MY TIME
Im not one for making plans,
A social life comes with demands,
Lock the doors, Ignore the phone,
Id rather spend my nights alone.
I don't need friends or happy memories,
Just a show thats got a million series,
Fill the void ill fill the hole,
Buy a fucking games console.
WASTE MY TIME
I WANNA WASTE MY TIME
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2. |
Mother is a Murderer
02:50
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Don't go into the garden boy,
Don't go into the shed,
Mother said don't go down there,
Don't get the thought in your head...
Don't go into the basement boy,
Don't go under the stairs,
If curiosity takes your mind,
Go and take it elsewhere...
I went into the garden man,
I went into the shed,
Something smells like its festering,
Something smells like its dead,
Something looks like it happened here,
I don't think it was an accident,
There's blood all over the blades of grass and
fingernails in the fence.
I think Mother is a murderer, i think mothers gone mad,
i think Mother is a murderer, i think she might of killed dad,
I think Mother is a murderer, shes got the look in her eye,
I think Mother is a murderer, whats she trying to hide.
I went into the basement man,
I went into the dark,
When i turned on the light i saw a body chopped up in parts,
must of kicked and screamed,
Couldn't of gone without a fight,
Didn't those cries for help keep you up all through the night?
I think Mother is a murderer, i think mothers gone mad,
i think Mother is a murderer, i think she might of killed dad,
I think Mother is a murderer, shes got the look in her eye,
I think Mother is a murderer, whats she trying to hide.
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3. |
DogBoy
03:13
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Dog boy lives out in the woods,
The women all fed him and the men didn't think they should,
A feral child living out like a stray,
Howling at the moon so the locals say.
Dog boy
Dog boy looks about eight years old,
His skins grown tough from living out in the cold,
He don't know words but he bites and he barks,
He's never had a friend, the poor boys never laughed.
Dog boy
Dog boys curious he sneaks through the fields,
Hes been going through the village and i heard that he steals,
Lock up all your daughter teach the boys to use guns,
Cover every exit, man he aint gunnu run.
Dog boy
Dog boy runs but he aint gunnu hide,
I saw a farmer put a bullet straight through one of his eyes,
Everybody cheered while one woman cried,
she has every day since the Dog boy died.
He was Dog boy.....
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4. |
Monkeys in the Jungle
04:10
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Monkeys in the jungle,
Having a good time,
If you want to come and sing with us,
Then you gotta lean how to rhyme.
Monkeys in the jungle X4
Climbing up the treetops,
And swinging from the vines,
Other monkeys judging us,
Like were gonna commit a crime.
Monkeys in the jungle X4
We have got bananas,
And we have some nuts,
But if you try to fuck with us,
Then were gonna rip out your guts.
Monkeys in the jungle X4
Monkeys in the jungle,
Having a good time,
And now that your'e a monkey too,
You can definitely rhyme.
Monkeys in the jungle X4
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5. |
The Voyeur
03:55
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Your window is my TV screen...
Just the boy from down the road,
The part of town where no-one goes,
The face you thought you recognised,
The secret master of disguise,
Smell your hair and touch your skin,
Watching over while your sleeping,
Would you love him if you knew?
Just one word he'll kill for you.
Your window is my TV screen.....
I love you, I fucking love you,
I never wanna leave your side,
I Wanna lick the sweat straight from your pours,
and feel it deep inside...
Your window is my TV screen....
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6. |
Trigger Happy
01:41
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If you're trigger happy let me see your guns.
We can give you bullets lets go have some fun.
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Igam Ogam Wales, UK
General Waste- Drums/ Vocals
The Third Person-
Guitar/ Vocals
Grotty the Clown-
Bass/ Vocals
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