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Rich White Ghetto
03:07
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RICH WHITE GHETTO
Take a ride through the rich white ghetto and see things how they really are
Forget Rio and Soweto, here the poor only have one car
There's no children in the rich white ghetto, everyday the old folks mourn
Picket fences and the stench of Dettol, a thousand hoses douse a thousand lawns
The pigs don't go to the rich white ghetto, for curtain twitchers police themselves
They sit and watch the dust mites settle on the books upon the shelves
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, where the cars look better upside down
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, on the other side of town
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, show the hatred that they spawn
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, pour asphalt on their lawns
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Blasting punk, hardcore and metal, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Surveillance cameras, electric fences
The silence relieves you of your senses
Double garages, gravelled drives
The products of successful lives
Stockpiled freezers, satellite TV
Soap opera land in 3D
Hybrid flowers, imported turf
A living TV hell on earth
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Blasting punk, hardcore and metal, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
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Call Off The Dogs
03:23
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CALL OFF THE DOGS
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pints of blood, so call off your dogs
Like I said there's nothin' doin', and you say the same to me
Time and time and time again, there's nowt to do for free
The only time we add up is to promptly take away
Incurring debts without safety nets, try to keep the dogs at bay
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pints of blood, so call off your dogs
Like he said there's nothin' doin', and she turned the other cheek
No amount of sense, can make eighty five pence last another fuckin' week
They sit, they wait, they ponder, but no amount of thought
Can buy, disguise or materialise, the things that can't be bought
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pounds of flesh, so call off your dogs
And still there's nothin' doin', but we've only ourselves to blame
Abolish job search and bring back the birch, but who's gonna make a fresh claim?
So if you want your fuckin' bounty, you can take it out of my shit
After all I'm a yob and I ain't got a job, and if I did I'd quit
Keep your wolves from my door, keep your wolves from my door
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
You can keep your fuckin' handouts, but just call off your dogs
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
If we ain't fuckin' got it you can't fuckin' have it, so call off your dogs
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Fundamentally Flawed
02:01
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FUNDAMENTALLY FLAWED
Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Never realise it 'til the other team's scored
Spend my whole life dwelling in regret
Cuz I only see the truth in retrospect
Find it real hard to admit I'm wrong
So don't you dare criticise this song
Or you're gonna find me swingin' from the cord
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally... flawed
Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Can't ever get up for falling on my sword
Just can't ever seem to get the knack
One step forward's always two steps back
I always check the blindfold before I jump
Come and pay homage at the city dump
Don't step inside my mental ward
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally...
Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Too busy talkin' to be ignored
I'm always right even when I'm wrong
Just what the fuck is going on
There's a point in life I think I missed
But if I went and died I wouldn't exist
I won't leave no reason to be deplored
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed!
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Shelf Life
03:35
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SHELF LIFE
I hear a murmur ride the cold blue skies
It echoes past then on the breeze it dies
From a distant yard comes the time bell toll
And autumn's silence calls the honour roll
Then the past floods in, and the thoughts well up
Oh, we all so wanted to be grown up
For the echoing chaos of the boys and girls
Is little more than practice for the adult world
What will become, become of them
They can't be more than nine or ten
What will it hold, the future I mean
I already dislike the little I've seen
What will become, become of them
They can't be more than nine or ten
What will it hold, the future I mean
I already dislike the little I've seen
Stumble drunk, in the park
A strange scary safety envelopes you in the dark
Study the skies, a blackened page
I know little more now I'm twice the fucking age
Shadows dance upon the wall
Last impressions linger before they fall
Just like the souls who came and went
Their time with me seemed quickly spent
So what became, became of you
Became of them, what do they now do
What became, what became, what became of me
We were too busy living to stop and see
So what became, became of you
Became of them, what do they now do
What became, what became, what became of me
We were too busy living to stop and see
A ring-a-ring, as thick as thieves
A pocket full of complexities
We argue an issue
We all fall down
What will become, what will become
A ring-a-ring, as thick as thieves
A pocket full of complexities
We argue an issue
We all fall down
We are falling down, we are falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down
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SOMEONE THREW A BOTTLE
Someone threw a bottle, someone threw a brick
Someone changed tomorrow, someone threw a fit
We are all scared of the big man, we are all scared of the stick
We are all turning our heads now, we are all leaving quick
Run now, turn-a-fucking-way
It's the same old shit tomorrow, if you turn and flee today
Run scared, and bite the bit
Cuz someone threw a bottle and nothing came of it
Run with the cattle, run with the pack
For it's easier to turn away than to turn and fight them back
Run from the battle, run with the herd
For it's easier to bleat together, than to turn and say a word
Someone threw a bottle, someone threw the V's
Someone walked away from, someone on their knees
We are all scared of the system, we are all scared of the gun
How will it ever go away now, if we always turn and run
Run now, turn and seize the day
It's the same old shit tomorrow if you turn and flee today
Run hard, and kick the shit
Cuz someone threw a bottle that was already lit
Run to the battle, run to the attack
Forget the ones who shout the loudest, they're always at the back
Run from the cattle, run from the herd
Forget the ones who bleat together, they'll always go unheard
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Four Letter Word Cardiff, UK
Punk rock band formed in 1991 in Cardiff, U.K. Released debut EP in 1995, debut album in 1998 on BYO Records. Toured U.S./Canada in 1998. Released second album on BYO in 1999 before Trade Mark issues with the first of many name claimers. FLW fought and won and soldiered on releasing two further albums and a handful of EPs, toured the U.S. again, before in 2011 they called it a day after 20 years. ... more
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