1. |
Greasy Jesus
02:20
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When you’ve been out all night and you’ve been in the pub
When your body is craving that unhealthy grub
There’s only one man who can ease that hunger pain
When you walk through the door he is there to please
With a donner kebab and some chips and cheese
He’s a god in his own deep fried domain
You need fulfilment that you just can’t get
Your body yearns for that meaty sweat
You can pray to our greasy Jesus
You shouldn’t ask for salad or a vegetable stew
Cos greasy Jesus wont know what to do
He’s only happy when your food’s served in a tray
You’ll find him anywhere that you find fast food
Fish and chips and pizza in your neighbourhood
Sells you heaven in the form of takeaway
You need fulfilment that you just can’t get
Your body yearns for that meaty sweat
You can pray to our greasy Jesus
Solo
You need fulfilment that you just can’t get
Your body yearns for that meaty sweat
You can pray to our greasy Jesus
You need fulfilment that you just can’t get
Your body yearns for that meaty sweat
You can pray to our greasy Jesus
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2. |
The Offended
03:01
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Open up your PC screen
Look for things you can find obscene
Troll the net for hours on end
Just to find something to hate
Find a reason that you can’t see
Stick it up just to disagree
Fan the flames of your bitterness
But by then it’s just too late
We don’t want to hear your pathetic cries
It’s time to dry your fucking eyes (Oi Oi Oi)
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Just like fucking you
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Not much we can do
It’s not really true
Out at night for a bite to eat
Then complain cos you don’t eat meat
No one forced you to come along
You’ve just set out to moan
If you don’t like the words we say
Who made you listen anyway?
Your problem is your narrow mind
But you just don’t wan’t to know
We don’t want to hear your pathetic cries
It’s time to dry your fucking eyes (Oi Oi Oi)
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Just like fucking you
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Not much we can do
It’s not really true
Solo
We don’t want to hear your pathetic cries
It’s time to dry your fucking eyes (Oi Oi Oi)
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Just like fucking you
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Everyone’s so fucking offended
He’s Offended, She’s offended
Not much we can do
It’s not really true
Fuck You
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3. |
Built To Last
03:00
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You buy your television with your three year guarantee
It’s never going to last that long there’s a fault that you can’t see
Upgrade your mobile phone every single year
Produced to profit from your fashionista fear
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
The older generation still have stuff from yesterday
It was bought to last a lifetime, not to throw away
Everything is twice the price but nothing is as good
Its all been manufactured for as little as they could
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
Solo
A disposable culture, this is not how it should be
Mass producing landfills while we’re poisoning the sea
Won’t stop till there’s nothing and there’s no air left to breathe
Stop the destruction before there’s nothing left to leave
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
Take me back, to the past
When everything was built to last
Everything was built to last
Everything was built to last
Everything was built to last
Everything was built to last
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4. |
Dead Generation
02:19
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Living life in a bubble thinking we all care
Tell us all your trouble thinking we despair
Advertise your life for all to see
Show off your highlights, an edit just for me
Don’t want to hear this anymore
1 2 3 4
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
It’s all around us, it’s everywhere
Build a fake reality, for what’s not there
It’s make believe, this life’s a lie
Stage every moment, for the camera’s eye
Don’t want to hear this anymore
1 2 3 4
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
Break
1 2 3 4
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
Dead Generation - No one’s listening
Dead Generation - No one cares
Dead Generation - It’s all fucked up
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5. |
Punk Rock Saved Our Arse
02:24
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We made it through the 80’s with our arseholes still intact
We didn’t ask Jimmy to fix it, never fell for Gary’s act
We avoided Rolf and his didgeridoo kid’s TV was a farce
I think it’s fucking safe to say that punk rock saved our arse
We sing about life back in the day we make it sound so nice
But growing up in the 80’s we were plagued by a horrible vice
It was rife in government buildings and throughout the BBC
In the shadows of the mainstream, hidden from you and me
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was our choice
If you were growing up in the 80’s
You didn’t want to hear that voice
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was there to mix it
We don’t want to be in your gang
No we don’t want you to fix it
Lifestyles of the rich and famous, playing their sickening game
Preying on the vulnerable who were star struck by their fame
Stalking kids who were into fashion dressed in sequins tops
They didn’t come fucking near us, we were banned from top of the pops
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was our choice
If you were growing up in the 80’s
You didn’t want to hear that voice
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was there to mix it
We don’t want to be in your gang
No we don’t want you to fix it
Solo
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was our choice
If you were growing up in the 80’s
You didn’t want to hear that voice
Punk rock saved our arse in the 80’s
Punk rock was there to mix it
We don’t want to be in your gang
No we don’t want you to fix it
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6. |
Too Fat For The Shows
02:28
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He’s not allowed on the dodgems
He makes them move too slow
They can’t spin him on the waltzers
When he gets in they won’t go
He’s eaten too many hot dogs
He swallowed them down in haste
But now he can’t go on any rides
The belts don’t fit round his waist
Oh, Oh, Oh, Been turned away, that’s the way it goes
Oh, Oh, Oh, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
They pulled him off the ferris wheel
Because of his enormous frame
There’s a queue building up behind him
As he takes the long walk of shame
His family are embarrassed
As everyone stops to stare
His happy trip to the carnival
Has become his worst nightmare
Oh, Oh, Oh, Been turned away, that’s the way it goes
Oh, Oh, Oh, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy, Big Jimmy
Break
Oh, Oh, Oh, Been turned away, that’s the way it goes
Oh, Oh, Oh, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
Oh, Oh, Oh, Been turned away, that’s the way it goes
Oh, Oh, Oh, Big Jimmy, He’s too fat for the shows
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7. |
Robots
02:38
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How dare you have a mind of your own
Why are you not one of their clones
You’ve been modified to do as you’re told
Play along (or they’ll throw you away)
Do as you’re told and you’ll do just fine
The system runs like an assembly line
From the minute that you were born
They don’t want (you to think for yourself)
They just want robots
They just want robots
They just want robots
To do as they’re told
Be a component in the greater machine
You’ve been brainwashed by your TV screen
Remove the need for your complex thought
Switch you off (Then they’ll have full control)
Remove ambition and replace it with fear
You’ve been fooled by a fictitious career
There’s only so far they’ll allow you to go
Just stagnate (And accept that’s your lot)
They just want robots
They just want robots
They just want robots
To do as they’re told
Solo
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
Robots
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
Robots
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
Robots
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
We don’t wanna be
Robots
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8. |
The Price Of Life
02:35
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Fill the car, get to work, can’t afford it
Gas bills left you in the shit
Minus four, heating off Grab a blanket
Your wage can’t take the hit
Cost of this, cost of that, always rising
Won’t stop till you’re on the floor
Just as long as the profits remain
Your wage can’t take no more
There’s a cost of living crisis
Or so they say
There’s a cost of living crisis
That’s the price you pay
Feed the kids, heat the house, That’s the question
What choice is there for you
Pay the bills, nothing left but the foodbank
It’s all that you can do
Working class, on your arse, it’s a struggle
Millionaires don’t pay their tax
Telling lies, just accept what they tell you
Cos they control the facts
There’s a cost of living crisis
Or so they say
There’s a cost of living crisis
That’s the price you pay
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Dad picks you up on the way to the match
He’s got the tickets for the greatest rivalry
We’re so excited we are singing the songs
We’re joining up with the rest of the cavalry
We’re on the bus it’s a long long ride
The beers are flowing theres talk of the old enemy
Nobody knows where we’re going next
I sit alone I’m surrounded by insanity
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
Get to the match, we’re surrounded by police
Escorting us to the safety of the social club
The place is full of the opposing fans
Just ignore them while we have some pies for grub
They’re in the corner and they start to jeer
The mood it changes as the trouble it’s not far away
The glasses empty as they fly through the air
The game has started but it’s just another Saturday
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
Solo
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
And when it all kicks off
Running through the streets with his shirt ripped off
Scarf round his face and bottle in hand
My dad’s a football hooligan
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10. |
Have A Cup Of Tea
02:54
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Everything you see today it’s all screwed up in disarray
Don’t believe what you see on your TV
Talent shows and politics, would-be stars and lying pricks
All of them don’t mean fuck all to me
I’ve had enough want to get away
What better way to end this day
When there’s nothing you can do
When the world starts to get on top of you
When you’re feeling down and blue
Put the kettle on and make a brew
When there’s nothing there to see
Doom and gloom for you and me
Nothing here but misery
Fuck it all, have a cup of tea
Go to work but you hate your job, the company’s shit, the boss is a knob
The long drive home is a million miles away
The bus is late and you’ve missed the tram, another two hour traffic jam
The rain pours down from skies so dark and grey
I’ve had enough want to get away
What better way to end this day
When there’s nothing you can do
When the world starts to get on top of you
When you’re feeling down and blue
Put the kettle on and make a brew
When there’s nothing there to see
Doom and gloom for you and me
Nothing here but misery
Fuck it all, have a cup of tea
Solo
I’ve had enough want to get away
What better way to end this day
When there’s nothing you can do
When the world starts to get on top of you
When you’re feeling down and blue
Put the kettle on and make a brew
When there’s nothing there to see
Doom and gloom for you and me
Nothing here but misery
Fuck it all, have a cup of tea
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11. |
When The Bombs Drop
02:49
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Who makes the profits from the art of war
Leaving millions dead what is it all for
A general’s playground where the innocent die
Genocide based on a dirty filthy lie
The sound of sirens fills the air
Look to the skies filled with despair
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
The sound of tanks the sound of guns
The fields are littered with more fallen sons
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
Cut down in fields in far away lands
Who takes the blame for the blood on their hands
Fly them home to a poor man’s grave
Paid the price for the sacrifice they gave
The sound of sirens fills the air
Look to the skies filled with despair
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
The sound of tanks the sound of guns
The fields are littered with more fallen sons
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
Solo
The sound of sirens fills the air
Look to the skies filled with despair
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
The sound of tanks the sound of guns
The fields are littered with more fallen sons
No time to run no time to hide
When the bombs drop
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12. |
Deserted Town
02:51
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The streets are filled with empty
black holes where folks once stood
Towns once built on community
Stripped back to the bare wood
Busy pubs once full of cheer
Now haunted by desperate souls
The social sense of living
Replaced by online goals
The buildings are all crumbling
The clubs have all closed down
The shops have all been boarded up
Now you’re living
In a deserted town
The industry has vanished
all the jobs have disappeared
No more pride in services
It’s become what we all feared
You can’t see any future
The prospects moved away
Rows of vacant factories
Abandoned yesterday
The buildings are all crumbling
The clubs have all closed down
The shops have all been boarded up
Now you’re living
In a deserted town
This is our modern society
Forgotten people like you and me
That built these towns that were left to rot
Through all our work and effort
is this what we’ve now got?
Solo
Despite tough times and hardship
No matter what goes wrong
You cannot crush their spirit
The people still stay strong
The buildings are all crumbling
The clubs have all closed down
The shops have all been boarded up
Now you’re living
In a deserted town
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13. |
This Broken Life
03:26
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I want to scream and shout
I don’t want to be here anymore
I just want to let it out
Pick up my feelings from the floor
Can’t find the words to say
No one is listening to me
This is one of these days
Can’t see the wood beyond the trees
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
I’ve hit rock bottom and the pressure’s killing me
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
This broken life of mine will be the end of me
I am afraid to ask you
It’s something that we don’t allow
There’s nothing you can do
I need someone to help me now
It’s hard to talk about it
I want to run away and hide
Something we don’t admit
So I just keep it all inside
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
I’ve hit rock bottom and the pressure’s killing me
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
This broken life of mine will be the end of me
Solo
I want to scream and shout
Don’t want to feel this anymore
I just want to let it out
Picked up my feelings from the floor
I’ve found the words to say
Someone is listening to me
These feel like better days
I can see the wood beyond the trees
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
I’ve hit rock bottom and the pressure’s killing me
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I want to be
This broken life of mine won’t be the end of me
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14. |
Suzie Selfie
01:42
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Here comes Suzy the selfie queen
Her make-up’s flawless, her teeth are sparkly clean
Suzy’s got a secret we’re not supposed to know
The filters on her photos give her that fucking glow
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen
She’s never far from her mobile phone
She won’t miss a photo in a crowd or all alone
Lips pumped up with filler, high heels and wrinkle free
Suzy thinks she’s such a babe, she’s such a sight to see
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen
Break
If you took suzy home on a lonely drunken night
You’d wake up in the morning and get an awful fright
With no make up or filters to hide her ugly face
She doesn’t resemble a member of the human race
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen (it’s Suzy)
She’s a selfie queen
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15. |
Finger It
02:37
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You’ve a notion for some cherry pie
But you find that she’s not in the mood
When you get there and the filling’s dry
I’ve got the answer that will make it good
When you’re being all deadly romantic
And there’s thunder in the air
You’re cuddled up, your wrist’s feeling frantic
Stick them in like you just don’t care and
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Just get your war face on and get ready to
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Get your war face on
It doesn’t matter who or where you are
What you sow is what you reap
In the pictures or the back of a car
You gonna end up elbow deep
The floodgates open and the river’s flow
Hot and sticky and ready for more
Just flick the button and you’re ready to go
Watch her undies as they hit the floor and just
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Just get your war face on and get ready to
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Get your war face on
Bass solo
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Just get your war face on and get ready to
Finger it, Finger it, Finger it
Just get your war face on and get ready to
Finger it
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16. |
All Day Session
02:43
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Wake up, get our shit together and then we’re on our way
It’s time to hit the pub on another bank holiday
It’s a short walk down the road we’re the first ones through the door
It’s just past opening time as the barmaid starts to pour
And we want
Three pints of lager
And a cider for me
Monty’s on the cola
An all day session’s gonna bring us to our knees
Football’s on the television and the beers are going down well
Old timer in the corner has many a story to tell
Big Dave’s on the phone again he’s well under the thumb
And the Goose keeps moaning cos their ain’t no Innis & Gunn
And we want
Three pints of lager
And a cider for me
Monty’s on the cola
An all day session’s gonna bring us to our knees
Last orders at the bar and we’re still going strong
Barmaid starts looking good this day’s been far too long
Just time for a greasy jesus and the session’s at an end
Tell ourselves we’re off it till the next holiday weekend
And we want
Three pints of lager
And a cider for me
Monty’s on the cola
An all day session’s gonna bring us to our knees
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17. |
Lies
02:42
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Whether you vote yes
Whether you vote no
If you choose to remain
Or if you want to go
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cos they’ll do things their own way
A vote’s a lie, you’ve had your say
Living with democracy
Brain washed by the daily news
Just ignore the public’s views
When we ask they just refuse
It’s nothing but more lies
Count them up then throw them out
Obscure the vote by casting doubt
We’re one of you is what they shout
It’s nothing but more lies
Do you back red?
Or are you for blue?
Is there any difference
For me or you
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cos they’ll do things their own way
A vote’s a lie, you’ve had your say
Living with democracy
Brain washed by the daily news
Just ignore the public’s views
When we ask they just refuse
It’s nothing but more lies
Count them up then throw them out
Obscure the vote by casting doubt
We’re one of you is what they shout
It’s nothing but more lies
Solo
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cos they’ll do things their own way
A vote’s a lie, you’ve had your say
Living with democracy
Brain washed by the daily news
Just ignore the public’s views
When we ask they just refuse
It’s nothing but more lies
Count them up then throw them out
Obscure the vote by casting doubt
We’re one of you is what they shout
It’s nothing but more lies
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The Apparents Scotland, UK
The Apparents are a Scottish punk band formed by guitarists Geordie and Monty to play the kind of punk music they feel has
been lost.
Influenced by the classic punk and Oi bands and angry at the state of the world, The Apparents write songs with a social conscience and rage against the idiocy of society but make sure they do it in songs you want to sing and pogo along to.
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