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Leeches
02:48
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Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
All the fresh air up in smoke, all the trees turned into boats
Automate the food you ate, from farm to plate you'd never know
Desperate pleas get walked over, 30⁰ in October
Have a good laugh on the golf course, of the stories of the stockbrokers
The same ones who always spout about poor people with their hand's out-
Are laying in their deathbeds and bit the hand with an empty mouth
They're auld men with a gold watch, with foul brains, and a limp crotch
Take the power back til you realise that the markets based on fixed stocks
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t get fooled again
Conveyor belt of rich cunts, fight a losing battle on all fronts
Make the poor man pay and the rich man glad;
Forced to perform all their stunts
Vote to keep your borders shut, lose the people that held you up
Government that's full of bigots see a population made up of digits
It's all just one big joke to them, swan for Christmas in No.10
Hidden facts about dodging tax-
Spent 80 million on Big Ben
It'll never change just stay the same and when you own nothing you know who to blame
Anyone who doesn't look like you,
you're a mouse trapped in a cat’s game
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PTS.DUP
02:30
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One hundred years living under the blood-red hand
A state of fear, forsaken by the mainland
Never, never, never had to handle the truth
Because only the winners write the history books
Nobody's culture should ever be dismissed
Just remember 15 million Brits forgot we exist
Now we're just 'the border problem' that they didn't think through
And the party worth a billion haven't a fucking clue
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
One hundred years living under the blood-red hand
No healing time to march on blood-stained land
Nothing to be proud of just the absence of truth
Have you ever tried comparing your kid’s history books?
Maintain the division, let your trauma dictate decisions
Execute the executive like the Spanish Inquisition
There’s no room for religion- tradition built on suspicion
Decommission partition; make reformation our mission
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
Is burning flags meant to be a part of your identity?
A wall becomes an entity you can only kill mentally
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
PTS.DUP!
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terra
01:33
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Here lies, the body of someone who could have chose their words better
The place where I’m going is more crowded than ever
Tall trees fall, never made a sound
Sun beams, now can hit the ground
Dead leaves, cool breeze
Breathe as the bitter dawn fades
Their gusts blow, hollow are the seeds all around this place
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Here lies, the body of someone who could of chose their words better
The ground below, it feels so paper thin
When all you know is caving in
All sense of self, gets swallowed up
The deepest depths in which I never look
And the chances that we wasted, of so much precious time
Weigh heavy on these weary shoulders of mine
Here lies, the body of someone who could of chose their words better
The place where I’m going, is more crowded than ever
And though I hear you say, you could of chose your words better
Here I stand, at the edge of my mind
Fragmented and clouded, wrapped tightly in disguise
Their weight upon my soul, a heavy price
The pen in which I discard thoughts from another life
Live in (look to) the past as if dripping in gold
Yet faces are fading now as I get old
Waves of nostalgia they spill over me
Broken foundations encased in debris
Transpose the lens from that of love to
lust
Like rose tinted glass with thick covers of dust
No light can enter, yet dull glow escapes
The hum of the fallout embalms the mistakes
Dreams of green grasses when I close my eyes
Get left in the dark til they wither and die
Those shades of yellow then turn brown to black
Choked by the ash they will never grow back
(Never grow back
Never grow back)
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Here lies, the body of someone who could of chose their words better
The ground below, it feels so paper thin
When all you know is caving in
All sense of self, gets swallowed up
The deepest depths in which I never look
And the chances that we wasted, of so much precious time
Weigh heavy on these weary shoulders of mine
Here lies, the body of someone who could of chose their words better
The place where I’m going, is more crowded than ever
And though I hear you say, you could of chose your words better
Here I stand, at the edge of my mind
Fragmented and clouded, wrapped tightly in disguise
Their weight upon my soul, a heavy price
The pen in which I discard thoughts from another life
Live in (look to) the past as if dripping in gold
Yet faces are fading now as I get old
Waves of nostalgia they spill over me
Broken foundations encased in debris
Transpose the lens from that of love to
lust
Like rose tinted glass with thick covers of dust
No light can enter, yet dull glow escapes
The hum of the fallout embalms the mistakes
Dreams of green grasses when I close my eyes
Get left in the dark til they wither and die
Those shades of yellow then turn brown to black
Choked by the ash they will never grow back
(Never grow back
Never grow back)
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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.
NEW EP CASEMENT OUT OCT 4TH.
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