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SUITS AND TIES
02:03
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NEVER TRUST A MAN IN A SUIT AND A TIE,
HE’S JUST TRYING TO PULL THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYE,
CAN’T TELL A BOOK BY ITS COVER,
HEY HEY ISN’T THAT WHAT WE SAY?
THEY ARE THE PREDATOR, WE ARE THE PREY,
PREY PREY PREY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY,
DON’T TRUST THAT MAN,
SUIT AND TIES A DISGUISE,
WHATEVER YOU SAY, NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY DON’T TRUST THAT MAN,
II CHORUS II
SUITS AND TIES A DISGUISE,
WHATEVER YOU SAY, SAY SAY SAY, NO WAY NO WAY ‘JOSE,
DON’T PAY THAT MAN,
SUIT AND TIES A DISGUISE,
SUIT’S AND TIES, PINK COLLAR CRIME,
SUIT’S AND TIES, WHITE COLLAR CRIME,
OPEN YOUR EYE’S,
THE MORE YOU PAY FOR YOUR BAG OF FRUIT,
IS MORE INVESTMENT TO SWINDLE MORE LOOT,
ALL DRESSED UP TO THE OPERA YOU GO,
SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE AVERAGE JO,
EGO TRIPPER, COCAINE CRANKER,
A CLASS POSER, BIG SHOT WANKER,
CRANK IT UP NOW,
OH OH OH YOU KNOW YOU FUCKED UP WRONG NOW,
II CHORUS II
SEE THROUGH THE LIES,
BULLSHIT ARTIST, TV PRESENTER,
SPIN DOCTOR, TRUTH BENDER,
SO SENSITIVE IN YOUR PINK COLLAR SHIRT,
CRAWLING TO THE CHICK’S WITH YOUR OFFICE FLIRT,
RED CARPET WANNA BE, ANYTHING TO BE CELEBRITY,
PUTTING ON THE POSH, CHOKIN’ ON A PLUM,
STARIN’ DOWN YOUR NOSE FULL OF CHOP,
BUT YOU ARE A SCAM, SCAM, SCAM, SCUM, SCUM,
TREADIN’ ON HEADS TO THE TOP OF YOUR HEAP,
YOU FUCKED UP WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT,
YOU KNOW YOU WRONG, YOU FUCKED UP WRONG NOW,
II CHORUS II
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2. |
BOX ZOMBIES
01:38
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YOU'RE ON HOLIDAY
IN BEAUTIFUL BYRON BAY
GLUED LIKE A ZOMBIE
TO THE BOX, CAN'T GETAWAY
THERE IS NO REAL WORLD
YOUR WHOLE SCENE
IS YOUR SCREEN
YA MISSIN OUT ON EVERYTHING
IN REAL LIFE
NOW YOU'RE PART MACHINE
BOX ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE
LOST REALITY AND
THEY DONT CARE
NOW THE CONTROLLED
NOT THE CONTROLLER
ITS OUT OF CONTROL
FOLLOWING YA BOX
DOWN THE STREET
FAKEBOOK AND TWITHEADS
THE ONLY ONES YOU MEET
TALK IS CHEAP
TYPES NEAR FREE
GOT TO GET BACK
TO REALITY
WHERE IS REALITY?
YOU'LL NEVER FIND REALITY
THROUGH THE BOX
BIG BROTHER WATCHES
EVERYTHING, WHERE YOU'VE BEEN
WHO YOU ARE SEEING
THROUGH YOUR SCREEN
THROUGH THE LENS
THEY'RE STARING BACK AT YOU
THEY KNOW EVERYTHING YOU DO
THEY KNOW EVERYTHING YOU SAY
THEY KNOW EVERYONE YOU KNOW
THEY'RE WATCHING US EVERYDAY
GPS TRACKING SYSTEM
SPY ON YOUR FRIENDS
AND WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN
PISS WEAK COWARD
CYBER BULLIES
SHIT'LL BACKFIRE
SWIFT AND DEADLY
ROBOTIC ZOMBIES
DEVICE JUNKIES
IF WE DEVOLVE
BACK TO MONKEYS
THE WORLD WOULD BE
A BETTER PLACE
GET OFF THE BOX
THE ART OF CONVERSATION
LOST TO A WORLD OF
KEYBOARD ADDICTION
TOXIC WASTE, FASHION FOOLS
GOTTA HAVE THE LATEST
TO LOOK COOL MAN
WHERE IS REALITY
YOU'LL NEVER FIND REALITY
THROUGH THE BOX
WHO'S CONTROLLING WHO
FOLLOWING YOUR
SMART ASS PHONE
UNDER A TRUCK
WHO'S CONTROLLING WHO
TAP ON YOUR MIND
YOU MIGHT FIND
ITS CONTROLLING YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND MEH ARR NO
WE ARE NOW PART ROBOT
PARASITE DEVICES
ONCE CALLED MACHINES
HAVE ATTACHED THEMSELVES
TO US
NOW IF THEY DIE WE DIE
WE HAVE SUCCUMBED
TO THE BOX
MASS HYPNOSIS EARTHLINGS
I WILL NEVER OBEY
YOU WILL NEVER OBEY
WE WILL NEVER OBEY
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3. |
HATE HATE
02:40
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YOU AND I, FUCK AND MULTIPLY,
UP DOWN IN OUT ON A WILD RIDE,
LAUGH, CRY, LOW, HIGH, TRUTH, LIE,
THEN WE’RE ALL GONNA FUCKING DIE,
WE’RE JUST SPECKS OF DUST IN THE UNIVERSE,
TINY SPECKS OF DUST,
SO FUCK YOUR EGO TRIPPIN’
WE’RE JUST FLESH AND BLOOD,
WE SINK IN THE MUD,
NOT GODS NOR MACHINES,
WE DROWN IN THE SEAS,
SOMETIMES WE LOCK UP THE FACTS INSIDE OUR MINDS,
THAT SOMEDAY WE ALL HAVE TO DIE,
II CHORUS II
WE WON’T WAKE UP ONE DAY
‘CAUSE WE’RE GOONA BE ALL DEAD,
FORGET THE HATE BEFORE IT DESTROYS US NOW,
CAN YOU GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD,
WE MIGHT WAKE UP ONE DAY
BUT WILL IT BE A BIT TOO LATE,
IT’S TOO LATE!!!
MY GOD’S BETTER THAN YOUR GOD,
IS FUCKED UP HAND ME DOWN HATE,
GOTTA HATE HATE,
HATE HATE,
SEX IS FUN, SOMETIMES FREE
BUT IT MAKES MORE PEOPLE,
WE ARE MOTHER EARTH’S DISEASE,
POPULATION EXPLOSION IS NOT THE SOLUTION
WE ARE THE POLUTION, WE ARE THE DESTRUCTION,
SEX IS FUN FOR SOME COMES FREE
BUT IT MAKES MORE FUCKHEADS!!!
LIKE YOU AND ME,
AS MANKIND’S UNKIND, UNRAVELS UNWINDS
THE FABRIC OF SOCIETY,
SO YOU AND ME GOTTA HATE HATE,
LIVING FOR TODAY, LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW*II
II CHORUS II
GOTTA HATE HATE, HATE HATE*IV
WE’RE LIVING FOR TODAY, LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW*VIII
WE WON’T WAKE UP ONE DAY
BECAUSE WE’RE GONNA BE ALL DEAD!!!
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SCREAM
02:16
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LIES!!! WHY!!!
I KNOW WHY
ALL THE SCAMMING POLLIES
ARE LYING THROUGH THEIR TEETH
THE ARROGANCE THEY SHOW
IS BEYOND FUCKING BELIEFE
QUESTION TIME AT PARLIAMENT
REALLY BRING OUT THE BEST
ANOTHER PAY RISE ALL APPROVED
TO FEATHER THEIR OWN NEST
BACKDOOR DEALS TO SCREW ALL
CORRUPTION IS RIFE
EVEN WHEN THEY LOOSE
THEY WIN ALREADY SET FOR LIFE
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THE PULSE IS BEATING IN MY HEAD
I NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM
I NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM
MY TOLERANCE HAS HIT CODE RED
I NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM
LIES!!! WHY!!! I KNOW WHY
COMPANY EXECUTIVES
COLLECTING ALL THE BONUSES
WONT STRUGGLE LIKE YOU AND ME
THEY'LL NEVER BE EXPOSED TO THIS
SHARE HOLDERS'LL GET THEIR CUT
SLICED RIGHT OFF YOU AND THEIR BACK
WORK OUR FINGERS TO THE BONE
AND THEN WE GET THE SACK
REPEAT ||CHORUS||
CREDIT CARDS FOR PROSTITUTES
UNION BOSSES RAKE THE LOOT
TRAVEL RUCK TO FOOTY GAMES
ALL ADDS TO THE TAXING PAIN
JUST ABOUT THE BLOW A FUSE
THOSE GREEDY BASTARDS
ARE BAD NEWS
IF THERE'S A HELL
THEY'LL FIT IN WELL
IF THEY'VE GOT A SOUL
THEY WILL SELL
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I HEAR THE VOICES IN MY HEAD
I NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM
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5. |
SEX MACHINE
02:36
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IT’S COMING AROUND AGAIN, SOMETHING I CAN’T STOP,
LIKE A BIG BALLOON AND IT’S GONNA POP,
GOT A DIRTY MIND, JUST THE WAY I FEEL,
GOT A FILTHY URGE, RIGHT NOW THAT’S REAL,
II CHORUS II
I NEED A SEX MACHINE TO HELP ME EASE THE PAIN,
I NEED A SEX MACHINE TO FUCK ME OUT OF MY BRAIN,
I NEED A SEX MACHINE TO TAKE A FOR A RIDE,
WANNA BE MY SEX MACHINE YOU BETTER HOLD ON TIGHT,
HERE COMES A CHICK, SMOKIN’ RED HOT, SSST OUCH!
YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT, GIVE ME WHAT YOU GOT,
BURNING OUT OF CONTROL IN A RAGING FIRE,
OLD EVIL DICK IS GETTING HARDER, HARDER, HIGHER, HIGHER,
II CHORUS II
GONNA KEEP YOU TIGHT, GONNA FUCK ALL NIGHT,
GONNA KEEP YOU TIGHT, GONNA FUCK ALL NIGHT,
GONNA FUCK ALL NIGHT, GONNA FUCK ALL DAY,
GONNA FUCK ALL NIGHT!
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6. |
SURFLINGS
01:49
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I JUST GOTTA SURF, ANYWHERE,
I JUST WANNA SURF, EVERYWHERE,
I JUST GOTTA SURF,
STUPID LOCALISM ISN’T A MENTAL ILLNESS,
YOU ARE UP YOURSELF,
THE BACKYARD SURF GOD WILL NEVER SEE THIS,
GO FUCK YOURSELF,
HEAD UP YOUR ASS, NOSE IN THE AIR,
THAT’S UP YOURSELF,
LOCAL LEGENDS EVERY BEACH EVERYWHERE,
GO FIND YOURSELF,
STOP!!! TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF,
DON’T YOU WANNA SURF ANYWHERE, ANYWHERE ELSE,
STUCK AT YOUR HOME BREAK,
SURF’S SHIT, NOT LOOKING SO COOL,
‘CAUSE IT’S PUMPING WHERE THEY HATE YOU,
YOU DROP IN TOOL,
I AM EARTHLING AND I WANNA GO SURFING,
SURFLING SURF, I JUST GOTTA SURF,
DON’T DARE BE FRIENDLY AND SAY GOOD DAY TO HIM,
DON’T YOU KNOW WHO HE IS?
HE’S A FUCKIN LOCAL LEGEND MAN,
A HERO MATE, CAN’T YOU SEE,
HE’S GOT THE STICKER,
HE’LL TURN HIS HEAD, SNOB YOU OFF,
IF YOU’RE LUCKY, HE’LL GRUNT,
HE KNOWS WHO HE IS,
HE’S A LOCAL LEGEND HERO IN HIS HEAD,
AND STUCK UP CAANN’T BE SERIOUS MATE,
STOP! TAKE A LOOK, TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF,
DON’T YOU WANNA SURF ANYWHERE, ANYWHERE ELSE?
STUCK AT YOUR HOME BREAK,
SURF’S SHIT, NOT LOOKING SO COOL,
NOT WELCOME WHERE IT’S PUMPING,
YOU STUCK UP FOOL,
I AM EARTHLING AND I WANNA GO SURFING,
SURFLING SURF, SURFLING SURF
I JUST GOTTA SURF, EVERYWHERE,
I JUST GOTTA SURF, ANYWHERE,
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7. |
WELCOME TO THE CASINO
02:01
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LOST YOUR,
WATCH, PHONE, CAR, HOUSE, WIFE, KIDS,
JOB, HEALTH, MATES, HIT THE SKIDS,
LOST IT ALL TO GET RICH QUICK,
BELIEVE THE HYPE, HOOKED AND SICK,
NOW YOU’VE GOT NOTHING,
NOTHING FUCKING NOTHING,
II CHORUS II
WELCOME TO THE CASINO, WE’LL MAKE YOU THINK,
YOU’RE IN VEGAS OR RINO,
COME ON EVERYBODY TO THE CASINO,
BRING YOUR CASH AND CARDS,
WE CHARGE LIKE A RHINO,
GET DRESSED UP TO GET CASHED DOWN,
WE’LL GET YOU SMASHED, DEFENCES DOWN,
TURN THAT SMILE UPSIDE DOWN,
BLEED YOU DRY, BELT YOU AROUND,
SEND YOU ON YOUR MERRY WAY,
YOU!!! SPINNING OUT IT DISARRAY,
END OF THE LINE, YOU HAVE TO SAY,
DON’T KNOW IF IT’S NIGHT OR DAY,
ENDED UP WITH NOTHING,
NOTHING FUCKING NOTHING,
ABSOLITERALLY LIKE! FUCK ALL!
II CHORUS II
JACKPOT!!!
COME ON EVERYBODY TO THE CASINO, KING FOR A DAY,
BANNED FOR LIFE BUT YOU’RE BACK IN,
WITH CRIME SPREE CASH AND A WINNER’S GRIN,
BACK FOR MORE, CASINO WHORE,
LOOKING LOADED, YOU’RE THROUGH THE DOOR,
PHYCOLOGICAL TRAP WITH EVERY DEAL,
BLACKJACK, POKER AND THE ROULETTE WHEEL,
SORRY SIR!!! IT’S JUST NOT YOUR DAY
PLEASE LEAVE QUITELY OR YOU’LL PAY WITH BLOOD,
‘CAUSE YOU’VE GOT NOTHING,
NOTHING FUCKING NOTHING,
ABSOLITERALLY LIKE! FUCK ALL!
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WorldWarXXXIV Australia
World War XXXIV are a high energy punk outfit that have been together since early 2013 and are a rehashed version of WWXXIV
"one of the best punk bands to come out of Sydney (or Australia) in the early 80's" www.last.fm/music/World+War+XXIV
The current line up comprises local lads from the far north coast of NSW and the original lead singer Mark “Bird” Nowane fronting the band.
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