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Singing some stupid hate songs,
in my mind I can hear them now.
Braces on 40 year faces,
in my mind I can see them now.
And you wanted to by some action
but it was a bit too loud.

Move back to the suburbs with me

I can hear a car alarm in the distance
And I'm sitting in my attic all alone
And this one wish keeps on creeping inside my pointless imagination
Is that I could have another cone with you

You said you'd see much more often
But I'm staring at my carpet once again
And I know I could break down the walls and prove our communication

Plug me in
Don't count me in
Its true not everybody wins
Left in the cold
I'm feeling old
Lowest bidder I am sold
All roads lead to caring only for yourself
So I am told

I'd live in diamond mansions
if I could.
I want my own private jet,
I know I should.
But I'll never buy my kids
from Africa or Ukraine,
and I'll never understand this

Don't speak when you're spoken to

If you can't say something nice
Just say what you like
And if you can say what you like
Don't say shit
If you want to speak your mind
Watch and you will find

Never seem to be in front
Or part of the exciting times
Destined for a life of second best
The blackmail not the bribe
Together now whatever work has gone unsung
He'll be forever Malcolm Young
Always gnocchi not linguine
Never Hitler you're Mussolini

I know that we all have differences
I'm not bothered 'cause I've seen them all
I'm the best guy you're ever going to meet
I won't listen to your point of view

I know everything

I know every paradox in politics

another sunday morning
another boring day
another lonely sunrise
takes my breath away

i miss my lung
i thought you'd never leave me
god how i was wrong

Returning home, I look forward to the thrill
Of another lecture or another pointless drill.
Ascend the front steps dreading further war
Why the fuck is my key not fitting in the door?
I guess I'm not wanted, I wonder what I'll do
I've already been banned from my friends houses too.
I wonder what I did to make my mum so mad
No perfect homelife but the only one I had.

Middle class white boys trying hard to annoy
All we really needed is a ticket to ride
Fighting with no-one at all that's ok
We've got no balls
Someone needs to sort us out
And make benny cry

All we need is a punch in the face

Once twice, his shoes are oversized,
He's got three, or four, friends bur never more
Try and squash in the car, drive around in circles,
Until he goes crash, we find,
There's other things on his mind,

He's so happy, but that's not that funny, sodom the clown,
He makes us smile and frown,

Well I had 1000 Ways
to get through 100 days
and not one of them is good,
that's what I've done.
A beacon in the dark,
drinking whiskey in the park,
underneath the blazing unrelenting sun

I never felt bad lending a hand
I think you hoped I wouldn't be in a band
A broken ash tray I can always replace
I kick the door then i spit in your face

(Chorus)

You are not my friend, you are not my friend