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A song for tortured souls
Dark hair, eyes painted black
The same sad songs,
with the same tasteless sounds
Shanting « REVOLUTION »
Crying behind your pilow
cutting your flesh watching some stupid MTV show
I've got a pack of razorblades for you
Stop thinking that everyone hates you
Put on a Ramones record and sniff some glue!
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Magic Waffles
02:40
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Running late for work this morning
Grab the keys and smash the door
Then I stepped on something
Smell the worst I've ever known
Fuck! I slipped on my dog's poop!
And now I've got a twisted ankle!
Put off the shoe to clean it up
But now the sole got something moulded
Magic Waffles!
Custom shaped and baked with love
Magic waffles they taste like hell,soft as a dove
DAMN DUDE!
My brand new Vans classic slip-on!
I barely took em out of the box
Feel like I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown
But here's a funny fact though
Because when I put the crap out
It feels like a sweet shaped pastry
Like a chocoloate waffle!
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Scum of the year
02:03
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Still don't know why
I didn't kicked your ass out off my place
I'm still wondering why
you keep on filling the blanks with such bullshit
Because here's the difference between you and me
It' just about respect
Hope I'll never be like you
Chasing ghosts at the bottom of an empty bottle
You can go back where you belong
An never show your face again
So quit that stupid grin
Seeking ghosts at the bottom of an empty bottle
I've nothing to learn from you!
Second round, and still the same pathetic behaviour
you call me a facist
I think this liquor is twisting your mind
This is just the difference between you and me
Now you reached the end of the line
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Roadsigns
02:40
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I'm sobering up
From all the years since I've been drunk
I've been blind, I've been naive
I've been desperate
On the other side of the world
On the other side of the street
Trapped inside the classic routine
You cannot get to now all the beauty inside
Unless you open your eyes
You know it's time to free your mind
If you want to grow up and stand with pride
It's time for me to burn the bridges
And cross the line
Fill the gap from me to you
It's time for me to burn the bridges
Cross the line
So many ways, so many days are passing by
I never get anything done
I'm always running out of time
Feeling jaded, I want this whole life to be mine
Get some bruises, but the more I say the less I do
If I only had the guts to walk away with you
It's time for me to live free
Break the chains, break the mould
It's time for me to live free
Make a change, fuck em all!
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Dust and gunpowder in the streets of Homs
Targets have been drawn on the floor
You can see it from above
Where the angels use to pass by
Nothing new from ground to sky
Shoot to kill, not to chill, nor to thrill
Do not expect any help from us
Shoot to kill, not to chill, nor to thrill
Our hands are tied by some diplomatics shit
When the devil has become a machine
Tell me what left of the human being
Will we ever learn from our mistakes
Because now the road to hell is paved with bombs
An emergency broadcast
Not enough for such a broken cast
Ideals and hope have faded away!
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THE FLANDERS Angers, France
4 piece punk rock / garage band from Angers, FR
Contact : flanders.angers@gmail.com
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