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Sofa Surfing
03:16
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Sofa Surfing
I’ve got this weekend comin’ and it’s on repeat
I’ve been sofa surfing from suite to settee
From dusk till dawn now it’s blinding me
Gotta get off my hole and order my taxi
Gotta go to the sink, gotta blow my nose
Think I lost phone but all I need was a smoke
I don’t need my wallet, I’m already broke
The end of the drag, the butt of the joke
Another cut on my wrist but another story to tell
Driver asks me why I’m lookin’ pretty pale
I tell him I’m good but inside I’m hell
And since I’ve lost my keys, I guess I’ll just ring the bell
Now I’m lying in bed, swaying on a boat
Shelf above my head, where my medicine floats
Up and down the stairs, hands and knees no rope
This oh familiar slope becomes a character trope
Am I thinking sad or has my smile croaked
It just makes me mad that my memories choked
Driving a heave, trying to boke so I
Stick two fingers down my throat
Trying to leave, I’m trying to hide from my folks
I don’t want them to see, I don’t want to provoke
Pulling up the sleeves of the clothes that are soaked
Laying in my sweat as the words remain unspoke
Now I’m trapped in work, trace mistakes I made
Who I shoulda been and what I shoulda said
Gotta take some time, reassess my head
But that’s easier said so I’ll just go on the bend
Go for a drink, no need to think
Tilt my head back and watch the end of it sink
I got this weekend coming and it’s on repeat
Got this weekend coming and it’s on repeat
Got this weekend coming and it’s on repeat
And it’s on repeat, and it’s on repeat,
And it’s on repeat, and it’s on re-
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Scrappers
02:58
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Scrappers
Cross tattoos
Lookin not so eggar
Pours out your booze
Hair cut like Conor McGregor
Says your ID
Doesn’t look like you
So he live-streams ya
For all of Facebook to see
Rocked up in trackies so you’re straight up denied
Hasn’t got a ground so you try and you try
Stood there like a spare dick wondering why
What’s the point when he won’t even look ya in the eye?
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
“I’m sorry son
Night’s not the da’night" x 4
Professional arsehole
PhD in sleazy
Degree in wrecking your nights and making women uneasy
Treats ya like a dog, grabs ya by the collar
Screams get lost as the other mutts holler
On the leash, he’s leading his legion
Trying to use logic is like committing treason
They turn the cameras off so nobody sees them
Cross-Hatch jacket
Now we’re gettin' to the reason
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
“I’m sorry son
Night’s not the ta’night" x4
Picked out, taig’d out
K’d out, blue’d out
yoke’d out, bucked out
Choke’d out, fucked out x3
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3. |
Salt
02:58
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Salt
Why’d you slugs vote for the salt
Brainwashed by the Tory cult
Chump changed by a different Trump
Feel the thump now you’ve finally made the jump
Ya say millennials are all so hysterical
To whack lipstick on the proverbial
Didn’t your ma ever say “Son,
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun”
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The-
Stop voting for trickle-down economics
With the next generation left with no food in their stomachs
Fed nothing but tall tales and promised fables
With Prince Andrew sitting at the kids table
No sweat...
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
You’ll go blind by staring at The Sun
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Through Men's Eyes
04:37
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Through Men's Eyes
What’s up with your WhatsApp?
Spit-roast n boast that ya had her trapped
What’s up with your WhatsApp?
Deleting your texts to cover your tracks
Yanno the bloodstained seats
The burnt bedsheets
That surely beseech
Stop it
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
What’s up with your WhatsApp?
Spit-roast n boast that ya had her trapped
What’s up with your WhatsApp?
Deleting your texts to cover your tracks
Yanno the bloodstained seats
The burnt bedsheets
That surely beseech
Stop it
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
How dare they try to use her underwear
Beauty provokes harassment, through men's eyes when deciding what provokes it
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
Through men’s eyes
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Enola Gay Belfast, UK
Belfast-based Irish noise-punk 4-piece formed in late 2019. Offering venomous hip-hop-inspired vocals that are as
uncompromising as the guitars are unforgiving, layered on a rhythm section that draws as much from left-field electronica and techno as it does from post-punk heroes of the late 70s.
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