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How’s it going? Glad you asked:
There’s a fucking train wreck on the forecast.
But really what did we expect
From leadership as weak as this?
I guess therefore it’s no surprise,
If after Brexit we capsize.
Theresa well she abandoned ship
and left us with this fucking prick.
Dear Boris you’re so full of shit.
Fuck you, you’re a hypocrite.
Fuck your never-ending lies.
Why don’t you fuck off and...
We’ve got a mop-head moron muppet and a fake news tanned fanatic, and this homophobic, racist, rhetoric is fucking tragic.
Oh it must seem problematic, yeah the thought of just accepting, all these people that your politicians tell you to keep hating.
‘Cause their ain’t no tolerance, in a world of ignorance, just a reign of misogynistic men setting precedence,
I’m so sick of this again, our fucking joke of a PM, an unelected piece of shit, friends with a fascist president.
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2. |
Streets
02:56
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Violence on the streets now
And this place becomes a ghost town
More white chalkmarks on sidewalks
As we’re letting all the kids down.
Close down community centres,
Shut down the outreach programs,
Seems we have a problem with our government:
‘Cause they’re just fucking us without consent!
And when you ask where all the money went
You can guarantee they’ll talk about the deficit,
Budget cuts and how they’re oh so relevant,
But I am getting fucking sick of it.
There’s always funds to start another war,
Never enough if it’s to help the poor.
And they’re shutting down another fucking hospital,
Another kid gets knifed and falls,
His family couldn’t really help at all.
When every pound they earn is another three spent,
Is it any surprise, that to the streets they went,
Tryin’ to find another way to pay the rent.
Silence on the streets now,
After dark, a fucking ghost town,
And the flowers line the sidewalks
Where there’s blood and silhouettes of chalk.
And it’s such a fucking tragedy,
Another child lost to these streets,
All because someone got greedy,
Pricing out single parent families.
There’s always funds for their expenses claims,
Never for the kids, as they just fade away,
You won’t remember their names.
And they’re shutting down another fucking hospital,
Another kid gets knifed and falls,
His family couldn’t really help at all.
When every pound they earn is another three spent,
Is it any surprise, that just to pay the rent,
Out onto the streets they went.
And when we ask about the violence,
You can be sure they’ll blame it on drug use,
As they’re taking money outta schools,
Don’t want to invest in disadvantaged youth.
And they’re shutting down another fucking hospital,
Another kid gets knifed and falls,
If only he could have stayed in school.
Didn’t really ever want a life of crime,
But he couldn’t afford to toe the line,
As we ignore the warning signs,
When every gram he sells feeds his brothers at home
Is it any surprise that to the streets he goes?
Struggle’s real, it’s all he knows.
The struggle's real, it’s all he knows.
Struggle’s real, it’s all he knows.
Struggle’s real, it’s all he knows.
It’s all he knows.
It’s all he knows.
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3. |
A.C.A.B.
01:45
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“Stop Resisting,
And don’t you fucking run”
Said officer
I’m not resisting anyone
Mr Policeman,
Won’t you please lower that gun,
I’m just a poor kid,
I’m not hurting anyone.
Now I’m choking,
And I’m face down on the floor,
Handcuffs cutting through,
Please don’t hurt me anymore.
Please don’t hurt me anymore.
Hands up, don’t shoot, please officer today,
Put your gun away, I’d like to live another day.
Don’t want to be another headline on a page,
That reads “unarmed kid shot dead by police” again.
The streets are smoking
From the barrel of a gun.
Police corruption,
Pull the curtain down at once.
No more questions,
Another false display:
Show fake empathy,
Suspended still getting paid.
Tell me more about how you’ve been victimised,
How an unarmed man made you fear for your fucking life,
This one’s for all those that we’ve lost but never forgot,
“Black Lives Matter”and this needs to fucking stop.
This needs to fucking stop.
Hands up, don’t shoot, please officer today,
Put your gun away, I’d like to live another day.
Don’t want to be another headline on a page,
That reads “unarmed kid shot dead by police” again.
Hands up, don’t shoot, fuck police brutality,
Take their guns away, your kids will live another day.
Won’t let them be another headline on a page,
That reads “unarmed kid shot dead by police” again.
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4. |
London
02:33
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Come home,
Suns down,
Concrete jungle,
All around.
Rush hour,
Busy trains,
Waiting on,
Platforms again.
So many faces,
So many names,
But no one smiles,
Not in this place.
Not in this place.
Maybe one day I will
Get the fuck out of London,
This city brings me down,
I feel like I am crumbling,
I fall apart for now,
Move the hell out of this town,
It’s wearing me down.
Maybe one day I could,
Get the fuck out of London,
‘Cause it breaks me down,
Feels so fucking lonely,
Alone in this town,
Stuck in my thoughts like,
A needle to a vein,
One sentence echoes,
I fucking hate this place.
Get up,
Another day,
This routine,
Is fucking lame.
Waiting for,
The right time or place,
To stop feeling,
Like such a waste
Wasted time,
Thrown away,
Same fucking bullshit,
Just a different day.
I need a change of pace.
Maybe one day I will
Get the fuck out of London,
This city brings me down,
I feel like I am crumbling,
I fall apart for now,
Move the hell out of this town,
It’s wearing me down.
Maybe one day I could,
Get the fuck out of London,
‘Cause it breaks me down,
Feels so fucking lonely,
Alone in this town,
Stuck in my thoughts like,
A needle to a vein,
One sentence echoes,
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
I fucking hate this place.
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5. |
Untitled
00:55
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The forgiveness you seek,
Well it don’t come for free,
They’ll sell you absolution,
Once a fucking week.
The questions you ask,
Unanswered so far,
Misleading fragmentations of
Made up explanations.
Sick and tired of all these stories that you hide behind,
They’re all made up just to give you some fucking piece of mind,
Feed your ego, narcissism and a god complex,
If you’ve got time to kill, your bell’s ringing next.
Sick and tired of all this bullshit fucking ignorance,
How did it come to this, it just don’t make no sense,
Division spreading from the roots of public negligence,
Just listen up, don’t spread intolerance.
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6. |
Seventeen
03:49
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A lot of things that I’ll never know
So many scars that I just can’t show,
And I don’t know if there’s a god above,
Still trying to figure out how to love myself,
Problematic, or so it may seem,
When I left my home at 17,
I thought I could just leave it all behind,
But then I realised that it’s in my head.
Still I carry these regrets,
I wanted to, but I can’t forget,
Still I’m haunted by the time,
I saw that fear in my mother’s eyes.
Broken window, and a broken mind,
Lock the door, seal the pain inside.
Vaguely remember giving in,
With a cold sharp blade cutting through my skin.
To this day still haven’t figured out,
What it all means, but yet without a doubt,
I keep on going with my ups and downs,
I keep on going, good enough for now.
I long for quiet, I’m a nervous wreck,
Try to silence all these noises in my head,
At times like these, I’m hanging by a thread,
Keep pulling at it, cause I feel depressed.
Still I carry these regrets,
I wanted to but I can’t forget,
Still I’m haunted by the time,
I saw that fear in my father’s eyes.
On the floor with a broken rope,
Marks on my neck, and in my hand a note:
I was giving in, because I’d lost all hope,
Now i’m so fucking glad that it snapped and broke.
Sorry Mother and I’m sorry Dad,
I’m sorry for all the shitty times we had,
I’m sorry for all your fucking guilt,
Make no mistake, ‘cause it was all my fault,
And to my brothers, I apologise,
Can’t even bear to look you in the eyes,
I‘m sorry that I was no good,
I’d take it back, if I only could.
I only hope you can understand,
That none of this, was ever what I planned,
A fallen angel, and I lost control,
When I gave up, I fucking sold my soul.
Still I’m trying to find myself,
To reach out when I’m in need of help,
Redemption doesn’t come that quick,
And the guilt inside it makes me fucking sick.
And so i’ll put it in this song,
And I can’t explain what went wrong,
But I’m sorry for all I’ve ever done.
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7. |
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Righteous,
You like to convey,
That air of superiority,
With a smug look on your face.
Spineless,
Without evidence,
Below the surface,
Just shallow reasons.
Spiteful,
With hate in your heart,
Reluctant to discourse,
Debate is too hard.
The world is flat, or haven’t you heard?
And vaccines cause autism too,
You should definitely be afraid,
Of anyone different to you.
What a load of fucking bullshit,
Spread the lies, forget the truth,
If this goes on much longer,
I’ll be pulling my hair out.
Face it,
You can’t think for yourself,
Your self-proclaimed views,
Might just be bad for your health.
Don’t be,
Just another vessel,
For a hateful message,
From a fascist symbol.
They’re lying,
Straight to your face,
Why don’t you question,
Why do you obey?
It’s simple,
But truth be told,
Your lack of empathy,
Is getting fucking old.
The world is flat, or haven’t you heard?
And climate change is just absurd,
Racism doesn’t exist,
And the wage gap is just a myth.
What a load of fucking bullshit,
Spread the lies, forget the truth,
I won’t bow down before the masses,
I’m not gullible like you,
I swear this is getting tiring,
There’s no debating this with you,
And if this goes on much longer,
I’ll be pulling my hair out too.
Woah oh oh oh.
Pulling my hair out too.
Woah oh oh oh.
Pulling my hair out too.
Pulling my hair out too.
(Non-commercial songs, not mainstream.
DIY punk, like Fat Mike’s wet dreams,
Uncensored, just explicit content,
Non-compliant, the scene represents:
Non-commercial songs, not mainstream.
DIY punk like Fat Mike’s wet dreams,
Whipped and tied up, just teenage fuck-ups.
My point of view is I don’t wanna grow up. )
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What Did You Expect? London, UK
Politically inclined, socially awkward, lyrically explicit DIY punk rock from London, UK, with a focus on creating community
through music.
New Single “A.C.A.B.” out now.
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