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Instrumental
02:27
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Time Wasting Waltz
02:08
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A moment counts for so much
When right now is all that we've got
Time isn't like a line, it's like a dot
In the dark, and it's lost when it passes
You don't get second chances
But the seconds keep passing along
Make the most of it now
Or it's gone and lost
Gone and lost forever
It's gone.
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3. |
Careless
01:42
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My life is falling apart at the seams
It's coming undone in the weft and the weave
It's frayed at the cuffs, got rips in the knees
The pockets have holes in the zipper has seized
It's past repair, the buttons fell off
The fabrics too thin now to sew them back on
And it's far too far gone to patch up all the wrongs
So I'm in search of a new one
My life's in bits and its across the floor
There's nuts and there's bolts and there's wires and there's more
Springs and there's clips and there's bits of old hose
But I'm damned if I know where it's all supposed to go
I lost the manual, Then took it to pieces
I wish that I hadn't 'cause it won't be easy
To fix, still I don't have that much of a choice
I removed a sticker, the warranty's void
My life's in a mess and it needs to be cleaned
This bed's not been made now for hundreds of weeks
Everything needs a good hoovering
But the stains on the carpet, they're well trodden in
There's dust piling up on piles of old stuff
On dusty old shelves 'Man there's dust on the dust!'
Filth and dirt abounding clutter squalor and rubbish
I don't know how I let my life end up like this
I must have been careless.
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No Prospects
01:53
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I've got no house
I've got no job
I've got a car
But it's fucked
I've got no prospects
I've got no money
I'm in the red
Over my head
I need to work to pay my debts but
I'm not trained in anything
I've got no prospects
I've got no money
Pay me, a living wage
I've got, a fucking brain
I can do anything I'm a fast learner
But I'm not, a fucking slave
I won't kill, myself for free
I've got to get a job...
'Wake up' 'You Cunt'
'What you' 'Gonna'
Do with your life, Do do with your life.
What you gonna do?
I've got no prospects
I've got no money
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Your Drugs
02:41
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The Police take drugs. Your drugs
They're all fucking hypocrites
They all love a bit of it
And we all know what they want
They want your drugs
And we all know why they want them
They're all fucking hypocrites they all love a bit of it
Well it seems quite suspicious that evidence goes missing
From evidence rooms does it just get pocketed?
Used by the officers looking for something to do?
Is it widespread corruption? Does it just get ploughed back in
To cash in the pockets of the 'Old boys in blue'?
Is it back on the streets in a week?
Do they do it all‽
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