1. |
Stay For Tea
03:10
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This is my home and I'll do as I please
You'll have to learn you've no hold on me
I drink through the day 'cause you shit me to tears
I come for the fight but I stay for the tea
The wild flowers grow on my windowsill
Four feet from the ground, right above the wheel
I could be more but why should I care
When there'r fucks all around and you in my hair
Help me hide my bones in the yard
The sun's narrow beams speak through holes in the sheet
Lighting dust in the air with the full noon's heat
I've nowhere to go but I'm tired of sleep
I hate my offspring but I'll stay here for tea
Help me hide my brains in the yard
This is my home but I'm so far from free
I can't get away so I'll stay here for tea.
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2. |
Mud
02:44
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Here it comes around again
A boiling spoon of mud for my pain
I hang from the fan and spin the room
And steal my eyes from the ostrich plume
Rush of fluid to my head
A series of blinks and I'm in the red
A knock at the door so I touch wood
Am I awake? Whose is the blood?
Oh look what I've become
The flashing lights of halogen bloom
The rubber gloves, the needles soon
Pulled up from the depths before my doom
They're rough as shit, they've killed my boom
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3. |
7-8 Inches Of Fist
02:50
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You might think that you've got it all made
With your wage and your place in the shade
You've got life by the balls, classy whores
Fancy house, polished hard-wooden floors
You hang out with your vacuous kind
Sipping wine, dining fine in the blind
It's all about that status quo, art nouveaux
Romeo, Tokyo, Folio
So take all of your money
Put it somewhere it bleeds
What you got for all your trouble
7-8 inches of fist
Started with a shirt, not much more
In the mail room on the bottom floor
Having fun for a while then it's time
Start to climb, sucking up, next in line
It was not so wise getting gold in your eyes
Suckered in to their lies
Put your trust in the wrong people
Promised fortune for our deeds
How's your loyalty rewarded?
With 7-8 inches of fist
What's left for you to do, you've been screwed
Stand in line every night for your food
Think they've won, grab your gun, tell no one
Time has come for your place in the sun
Interrupt them at tea, see the joke is one me
So i shoot every cunt in the head
Now there's a small feeling of justice
Food & corpse alike grow cold
.222 delivered
7-8 inches of fist
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4. |
Under The Ailing Sun
04:18
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I know you're not able to see the damage is done
A hollowed house of burning debris, we're overrun
Leave this child to wither and die under the ailing sun
Who will know?
Clawing at my chest, removing the dirt
Worms writhe from my skin in search of an ailing sun
No one here is waiting for you
You will die in vain pursuit of truth
The world's never kind
And my heart is lost in the crowd
The dust burns my lungs
My face melts away
All that's left are your lies
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5. |
Extent Of It
04:38
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Wasting my time yet again
It's a habit I no longer enjoy
If I wasted just a little more
The irony would be so damn sweet
Instead I've a trail of obligation
Living free has seen me my most imprisoned yet
Seeming life of luxury
Nothing to show for any of it
I tried to enjoy the simplest things
'Cause that's what the experts all say
It'll keep more than the blood pressure down
Leave your dreams in the dirt
I am the face of the hopeless
I rule the legions of pointless slobs
I've become less than a number
A far cry from all I bet on
Got a nice little house of straw
Built on a bed of sand
In a kingdom of shit
That's the extent of it
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Shellfin Brisbane, Australia
shellfin {noun}
pronounced: heh-vee-as-fv*k
1. A collection of tough as guts riffs and classic pop rock
hooks in the form of regressive stoner rock.
e.g. If I have any more Shellfins, I’ll explode.
2. The combination of physical states caused by alcohol, marijuana and tinnitus.
e.g OMG I'M SO SHELLFIN RIGHT NOW!
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