1. |
Mr Big
02:44
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Mr Big with a massive chip on his dick
Wanking to Carrie about the séance of Hilma Klint
Mercury's in retrograde but he's just throbbing to get laid
Go on, fuck off with your funky cig
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Mr Big with a massive chip on his dick
Wanking on about the divine Smiths
He says that Morrissey ain't a fascist, he's only misunderstood
Yes, Heaven knows you're miserable now
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Oh Mr Big
You know him well
He's got a smug grin right across his mug
He knows all the major players on a first name basis
He's got big cop energy
And he won't take the hint
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Selfish choices, questionable coitus, condescending voices
Absolutely positively in the coolest capital
Capital capital
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2. |
White Picket Fences
03:50
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White picket fences on my mind
I see them all the time in my mind's eye
But it seems intangible, for the minute
So I reach for my credit card and carve another line
Inflated prices on the latest devices
The last fad was ISIS but now It's cocaine
Kony 2012 has come and gone
But Ben Shapiro's going strong
An amateur thinker, another string in his throng
I last pissed myself sometime before I turned 11
Now I shit the bed every day
Now I shit the bed every day
White picket fences on my mind
A few nice doggies off the leash, for a treat we hit the beach
But it all seems intangible
So I just spout another joke in to my social crucible
White picket fences on my mind
I see 'em all the time in my mind's eye
But it seems intangible for the minute
So I reach for my credit card and I carve another line
I shit the bed every day
White picket fences
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3. |
LBW
02:24
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Sledging
Hallensteins shirt
Sledging
Designer shorts
Spoon-fed little doggy
Born in your parents' backyard and now you play there for a hobby
I don't like cricket players
I don't like the way that you look
I don't like cricket players
And I don't like the way that you talk
Sexually charged to the point of being rabid
No finesse to your chatter
Extra cookies on your platter
Spoon-fed little doggy
Your role model is a misogynist and it shows
I don't like cricket players
Scouring the outskirts of every party
That they weren't invited to in the first place
Looking for cheap gear with a high ratio of fentanyl
LBW lads before women, drugs
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Drugs, fuck, cookie, cricket
Fuck cricket
Fuck cricket
Fuck cricket
And fuck cricket players
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4. |
Rat
03:23
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Watch out for old mate
He's in a right foul one
And fair deuce to him
I did something disgusting in his coffee
But Oli, he did a bigger one
A real plonker
The guy's an animal
A proper wild one
And he doesn't even know
The difference, between equity and equality
He doesn't even appreciate
The nuance, depth, and subversions of Giggle Tv
See he's different to you and me
You and I bleed red ya see
But he bleeds
Filthy little cussing words
That come from within his tummy
And leave through his mouth
Laziness and debauchery
They keep the grass green
Keep the grass growing
Keeps you mean, keeps you righteous
Mistress Sharmaine is at the party
She dresses plain and keeps things rainy
Slimey Pete is in attendance
His arms are a different length from one another
And one time he ate some concrete
Eager Monique keeps her high discreet
While DJ Davo parks his bike out the front of the lawn
His eyes war torn are old DJ Davo's
Ya seen Sharmaine from the party
She left him just the other week
Because he's a gaslighting
And objectifying little scrubber
I can't quite fathom why he was invited here tonight
But here he is, the man himself
Seeking sex and salvation
With a face like a fucking Alsatian
Sex and salvation
Oooh, oooh
Ah ba ba ba ba ba, da da da da da
Ta ta ta ta ta
Crash, bang
Bing bong wallop
Cha cha woow
Bing bading bading ding bing
Ding bing bup bup bo boooow
Wha wha wha wha wha
Whoa whoa whoa what's going on
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5. |
Skynet
01:41
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6. |
Better Living
04:15
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I thought I'd want to know it
But I know I was wrong
I'm ideologically opposed to my inclinations
It's an indefinite scrap with an unwanted trait
And it goes on
I know I was wrong
I'm hanging on
It goes on, and on, and on
I'm working on myself
I cannot predict a verdict
Vindictive towards myself
Crass words internalized
I fully want to better myself
Before this drags out for too long
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Hwooh
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7. |
Just The Two Of Us
02:49
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Jolly in a fragile fucking folly
Never goes gentle in to a good night
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
A wild man, psychedelicate and angsty
Whatever he fancy
Until he's in the shit
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
Jolly in a fragile fucking folly
Never goes gentle in to a good night
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
Good Father, I love the mania
It's super lousy
For fuck's sake just get me a light
Jolly in a fragile fucking folly
Jolly in a fragile fucking folly
Man alive
Rationals are hazy
Once a gram a Wednesday trip night
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
Just a jovial enlightened show
That sure as shit ain't gonna slow
Maybe tomorrow's the time to mellow
Jolly in a fragile fucking folly
Never goes gentle in to a good night
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
A wild man, psychedelicate and angsty
Whatever he fancy
Until he's in the shit
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
Man alive
Rationals are hazy
Once a gram a Wednesday trip night
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
Just a jovial enlightened show
That sure as shit ain't gonna slow
Jazz nights and misguided oversights
Maybe tomorrow's the time to mellow
What's melancholy when I'm Holy
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8. |
Piss & Prosperity
03:30
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Prosperity in a Beverley abode
Parsonages fit for Tom Petty
The dusty carpenter from Galilee
Is compelling
But triumph in the saddle of a Tesla series x
Complimentary and tax free
Good job you discount Bieber looking fuck
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
Away with all your horny, and thirsty hymns
And all your stadium shows
Wrangling personal woes for prescribed emotions
Spiritually spent from this money-making potion
But seriously
Read the lyrics again you spiritual sex junkie
Piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
Your back is turned to the ones who don't
Suit your sheik
Women, with lustful leisure's
Men with Lucifer's endeavors
It taints the crisp image
A bunch of degenerates
With no repentance
Can fuck off
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
It's all piss, and prosperity
Piss and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
It's all piss, and prosperity
Hysteria, and robbery
To Hell with prosperity
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9. |
Fugazi
06:14
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Walls as white as the snow on the television screen back home
Every seat is a throne and every sitter is giant and regal
Blocking the artificial sun as I cower beneath their flawless, beautiful mass
Corridors with greater depth than any sanctum I've been brought to
I am blissfully engulfed by this place
Oh what a perfect day it is
To immerse myself in this structure of bustling tranquillity
I haven't got the worries of the people around me
My surroundings are without consequence
I am here, yet unaffected
I can perceive no joys in enlightenment
What are these people feeling
These earnest, titanic strangers
Why should I care
Oh what a perfect day indeed
To spend in the most wonderous of places
Sporadic whirs, and shrill beeps form a fugazi dawn chorus
But these sounds have no meaning to me
They merely perplex and amaze
Whenever something goes awry in this world
Or a mess has been made, or someone displays
Behaviour deemed unnecessary, or even unsavoury
Eager souls, with eager hands, with pure intentions
Leap to rectify the situation
And therefore
This new, and mysterious place will be kept in a perfect state forever
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The Pink Frosts Wellington, New Zealand
Inspired by classic post-punk acts such as Gang of Four, Joy Division, Public Image Ltd and The Cure as well as modern groups like Fontaines DC and Sleaford Mods – The Pink Frosts create contemporary music for troubled times, both in touch with the past and showing a relentless pursuit of challenging and new ideas. ... more
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