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Ska Pete - Lab Rat
03:12
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Ska Pete - BedBugs
03:07
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Just one slip and you’re dripping blood.
I’m hungry and I’m tired, and I just can’t see how I’ll survive this time.
A lot of it’s been good, and I’m really gonna miss my brothers.
Tell the kids I fucking love em, if you could.
Try to make it understood that it failed to materialise but I tried to give em better lives, and when the time arrived I just died without much fuss.
I was glad for the rest.
I made the best of the flies and mud.
The Cons are coming closer and I can’t remember most of what they’ve done, but I remember lifer used to be much more fun.
It can’t be my imagination.
I swear there never used to be this hatred everywhere.
I’m scared of whats still to come.
Someone said I’m angry and I’m lonely, but I’m ok once you get to know me.
The problem is I’m so pretentious that no one ever does.
From the uni to the factory I’ve been emptied, chanting “hasta la Victoria siempre”.
Gonna run from Long Eaton to Cuba in imitationof revolution, and the whole world will see me
And they’ll say I was good, and they’ll say I was loved.
Please don’t tell em that it’s just a hobby, and that if I could be anybody I’d be Charlie Kane.
Good ole Charlie Kane.
Cos no-one ever gets their Rosebud, but he never had to take no shit from no-one.
I wanna be a king.
I wanna be a patron saint.
I wanna be delivered on a silver platter.
I wanna be the only fucking thing that matters,
But mostly I wanna be home, getting battered with my mates.
From the uni to the factory I’ve been emptied, chanting “hasta la Victoria siempre”.
Gonna run from Long Eaton to Cuba in imitationof revolution, and the whole world will see me
My death, it was good.
They can shoot down Fernando.
They can cut off both his hands, and they can burn his worthless body down to dust…
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Gimme ya Money
Gimme ya money and your undying respect for nothing.
Gimme someone I can claim to be in love with.
Gimme something that looks a bit like justice so I can ease my conscience.
Gimme something to be proud to be a part of.
Gimme the ok to market hate in a positive way.
Gimme a big stick to keep the peasants at bay.
Gimme a dream.
Get me clean.
Gimme the means to get started.
Gimme something to be proud to be a part of.
I just wanna be a member of society.
I just wanna feel like there’s nothing wrong with me.
I just wanna have a goal, man; get through the day.
But there’s really just one thing to say, and that’s
Gimme ya money
Gimme ya money for one chord sequence and the same old lyrics about being poor, being bored and being past my lmit.
Gimme three and a half minutes and I can prove to you my hearts not in it.
Gimme a 20 year old girl who can consecutively pretend to be a kid on the Disney Chanel and get her tits out on MTV.
Gimme the fame but let me claim that I’m an artist.
Gimme something to be proud to be a part of.
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