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Disgust​-​o​-​rama

by Heroes Die Too

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Women And Children First Searching my way through thousand of already seen days, I begin to get lost among alleys and memories. Every street I take I catch a glimpse of your back For nothing but a second, then you've you vanish. Even if there was no doubt about the answers, I asked for help from friends and bottles I threw up everything they gave me, all the bullshit and every beer I swallowed Sooner or later there comes the day you have to say: “enough” I'm getting tired, I'm getting bored, I'm getting fed up. They tell you “don't you give up, react and fight”, and I did it. But don't give me medals for gallantry, I don't think I deserve 'em, 'Cause if the great war of my generation is the spiritual one, I lost on every single front, my very own Waterloo. They tell you “look at the world from another perspective”, and I'm already on the mainmast, oh, I'm captain Drunk. I scan the horizon through my telescope, the lens is the dry bottom of an empty bottle. Unfortunately, it doesn't show things differently from what they are even if you cannot focus it the tsunami eventually will come Leave the ships before it sinks Leave the ship before it's too late But the captain must remain... (The captain must remain) Leave the ship before it sinks. Before it's too late.
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Yes, we're blaming the 80s well, you're telling me we're swimming in shit congratulations for your observational skills I almost didn't notice nobody noticed. (Nobody noticed) that money I never had is long gone and nights get longer and days grow colder while rich pricks are getting richer and richer dicks are getting richest funny bit: it's not my fault hateful shit: I'm paying for it we're redefining the concept of debt now it's biblical blood blotting the heads of sons and daughters of the simple minds who believed in Ronnie and Maggie they hoped to get trickled down I think they just got tricked. Clowns. yes, I'm preaching, and yes, I'm annoying but I'm fucking sick of people pretending we didn't see this coming when the cat's away, mice will fucking play brokers and bankers weren't the bad guys back then, remember? (remember?) while they cooked money we surrendered no rules for the real elite, it's so sad we didn't lift a finger. Re-elect the bastards, instead. so let's blame it on the 80s for the compulsory cult of the wealthy for “there's no such thing as society” for the deregulated nails in the working class coffin for all the invisible hand wanks for the downfall of our country the arrogance, the ruthlessness for Craxi and the bald dwarf. let's blame them for all of this. And hair metal, Cindy Lauper. And the death of John Belushi
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Know your enemy, know yourself everyone's wearing a uniform you are too I am too nobody's an exception conformity is a trap impossible to avoid all your tattoos, all my clothes, all her dyes won't get us out of the scheme they won't set us free we act like indomitable individuals on a righteous crusade against the system oh, we had lost from the very beginning but we choose to turn our gaze away our shoes, our pants, our shirts say it all about us our devotion to bands, our allegiance to brands we're all hypocrites, my friend deal with it, deal with it, think again we hoped to be rebels, now we are office clerks we dreamed to change the world, we're now paying our bills we're living a surrogate of the revolution 45 minutes of havoc to forget who we are losers. Plain fucking losers swallowed by the real world the one that doesn't wait sinking in the real world the one that wants you to pay your rent, your mortgage, you car gas, your phone bill your holidays, your drinks, your condoms, your dreams so let's go back to where we started to that sad look behind our shoulders to the glorious days of unconsciousness when we really believed in what we loved when our lives had yet to be written when the snare hadn't bitten our tired legs when our heart was young and responsibility was yet to come those days are gone. Our soul might have been saved, but our butts are now at stake welcome to the real world, motherfucker know who you are. Be aware of what your are the tiniest gear in the biggest machine a gear wearing Vans, a gear lost in the stream know your enemy, know who you are the tiniest gear in the biggest machine the tiniest gear in the biggest machine a gear wearing Vans, a gear lost in the stream know your enemy, know yourself the tiniest gear that could jam the biggest machine.

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released July 28, 2015

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