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Mashead
06:29
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Mashead
I got a thirst
That leaves me dryyyyyyyyyyyyyy
A burn that soothes
And lifts me up everytime
I’m a man you know I’m a man!
I can drink ‘til I’m dead!
I’m fish you know I can drink!
Stand clear of the mashead!
Chorus:
I got problems
You got problems
Shit’s the same there’s nothing new
My problems are now your problems
And my addictions are built for two
(Built for you)
I got a pain
So deep inside
Pull out your teeth
And do that dance one more time
I’m a man you know I’m a man!
I can drink ‘til I’m dead!
I’m fish you know I can drink!
Stand clear of the mashead!
Chorus
(Solo Break)
Stand clear of the mashead!
Chorus 2x’s
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Space Leash
02:32
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I refrain to explain, the monotonous, the mundane
Of the rat race we run everyday
If this seems like the matrix dear Neo
We chase the white rabbit in vain
Man is just the alien’s dog. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Sit’n’Shit all day long. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Divided and conquered our future’s been squandered
Since day one of their arrival
The “Chosen Ones” bought their shares here first
As greed feeds the thirst of survival
Man is just the alien’s dog. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Sit’n’Shit all day long. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
The end is nigh they pray on high
Still on their knees for the dead lights
Human “Civ” died before it lived
You’d sell out your brother for you inhumane rights
Man is just the alien’s dog. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Sit’n’Shit all day long. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Now I stand before you arms wide
Stand just like Jesus’ misanthropic side
These aliens got us down with rotten luck
So do as thou wilt cause now we’re fucked!!!
Man is just the alien’s dog. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Sit’n’Shit all day long. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Man is just the alien’s dog. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
Sit’n’Shit all day long. Woof, Woof!!! Kiss, Kiss!!!
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Punk rawk, a new way,
for the rich to get richer.
Fake it hard, little oxford boys
Have you ever seen your own blue blood on the ground
Chorus:
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of your
Face on the cover of
All these bullshit magazines
You have the chance to make it right
How do you sleep in bed at night
Knowing that you will bring our end!
Have you ever, had to sell,
Your mind, your soul, your body £ for £?
Good gear and good haircuts,
Don’t make a rocking man,
Do you understand?
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of your
Stance as the king and law
Of a silver spoon world.
We’re coming for your heads tonight
While you sleep in bed so tight
You know that we will bring your end!
(Solo break)
Come on “Angel Men”
Sing me some blues
Tell me all about the hardships
That you ain’t been put through
And now you put on your bluesman dress
You sure are a rocking hot little good mess (oh yes)
Did I tell a lie? Did I tell the truth?
You rage against the trust fund like a tantrum having child. 2x’s
Gone Wild!!!
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Dogs of Fortune Chicago, Illinois
Dogs of Fortune is a Stoner rock ensemble with Classic Rock, Prog Rock and Metal influences. Thought evoking lyrics, screaming guitar, thumping bass and a jazz sax combined with perfectly placed time signatures changes create an overall sound the likes of which have never been heard. ... more
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