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Sweetest Suicide Song
01:02
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Lay me face down in this lavender scented bubble bath
Drop an anvil on the back of my head
Cause I've had enough
I want to be leaving soon
I've let down everyone that I've ever loved
So if I didn't let you down I didn't love you
I didn't love you.
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2. |
Bitterest Love Song
01:30
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Bitterest Love Song
I should thank you for a thousand love and broken heart and hate tunes
I should thank you for the good times and the shit you made me crawl through
My discovery of drugs killed my libido
My discovery of drugs and you
I love you, I'd love to hate you and though I hate to admit defeat
Try as I might I can't disguise my love or jealousy
Emotional blackmail might be effective but it's lacking dignity
Love's for mugs it's really not for me
You kept me hanging, you kept me hanging
You were filling me with false hope with that carrot you were dangling
The politics of emotions is poetry in motion
but the truth is I'm a better of aloner
So this goes out to all the ones I loved that got away
This goes out to those I couldn't wait to get away from
This goes out to anyone that I've still yet to come
I thank you kindly
Wish you well kiss you goodbye
And then I am gone.
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3. |
Spooky Woods
03:23
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Spooky Woods
I came back from old spooky woods a brace of rabbits for our tea
My sweetheart would be waiting patiently for me
She was out on the porch, not in her rocker gently beckoning
But sprawled out on the floor her brains were dashed across the decking
She had a shotgun in her hands
A shotgun in her mouth
I was in old spooky woods when that shotgun blast rang out
In her note it said she'd been untrue with a harbour man named bill
She'd kept her shame for many months but she couldn't stand the guilt
By the time it got too hard to hide she couldn't confess what she'd done
Fearing the townsfolk and the baker offed the oven and the bun
She had a shotgun in her hands
A shotgun in her mouth
I was in old spooky woods when that shotgun blast rang out
So I went to the docks and I found Bill the harbour man
Walked him down old spooky woods with a shotgun, pick and shovel in my hands
I tossed the pick and shovel down told him 'You know what to do'
Six foot deep, six foot long and wide enough for two.
I had a shotgun in my hands
A shotgun in his mouth
I was in old spooky woods when that shotgun blast rang out
Having done my duty stamped down the final sod
I place a single flower to mark my sweethearts final resting spot
Then I return to our old house sit in her rocker on the porch
Watch the sun set on the woods and I'll remember show things were
I'll take a look around I'll remember my sweetheart
I'll see the rabbits hanging up that will never get cooked
And then I'll finish up my whiskey and I'll set the bottle down
With a flick of the wrist I'll calmly torch the house
Then I'll start walking...
And with a shot gun in my hands
A shotgun in my mouth
I was in old spooky woods with that shotgun
With a shot gun in my hands
A shotgun in my mouth
I was in old spooky woods when that shotgun blast rang out.
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4. |
Dreaming of Car Crashes
01:09
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So tell me what would you do if you were me
It never rains but it shits it down eternally
And all the people that tell you that it could be worse
They're all just co-conspirators
They've never walked a mile in my shoes
Playing the ukulele singing the blues
I've given everything I could but still they wanted more
So if I don't get out of bed today can't go as badly as yesterday went
I tend to find the mistakes I make are made whilst I'm awake
Cause if I'm unconscious I'm not spending cash
My life it doesn't fall apart at the seams
I can only have car crashes in my dreams.
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5. |
12.50
01:00
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12.50
Twelve pounds fifty a day
Twelve pounds fifty a day
I work fucking hard in a factory
I get twelve pounds fifty a day
Twelve pounds fifty a day
I'm on twelve pounds fifty a day
I work fucking hard I've got responsibilities
I get twelve pounds fifty a day
And if they tell me that I'm lazy
I'll tell them they should pay me
I work fucking hard in a factory
I get twelve pounds fifty a day
But you can't live on that for shit
I can't afford to pay my rent
That's why I'm living with my parents my parents
It was a joke at twenty seven
Still I'm earning...
Twelve pounds fifty a day
Twelve pounds fifty a day
I work fucking hard in a factory
I get twelve pounds fifty a day
Fuck that.
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6. |
I Remember the Days
02:48
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I remember the days we said we'd let nothing stand in our way
I think that we meant it in our drug addled state
When we were on form we'd leave casualties in our wake
Oh I remember the days
Before you and me forever became you're on your own mate
and the bridges were burned and the hatchet was buried
in the back garden with the bodies and the good times
and the memories of better days
Back when we were cool we used to drink till we threw up on ourselves
Not give a fuck and just carry on drinking
One things for sure, we don't do that any more
And the one's that do well they're just not as cool as they were
We used to do buckets for breakfast, and lungs before lessons
We'd take speed at weekends and talk fucking shit for hours
But we can't because we've all got things to do in the morning now
But I remember them...
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