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God Bless The Sterile
02:24
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God Bless The Sterile
Two point four on the Richter scale,
Seismic shifts, that seem so certain.
The safety catch is set to fail,
On point or unplanned, well it’s not working.
God bless the sterile (x2)
Bred and wined to accept such notions,
Another mouth to feed is just what’s needed.
Adding to the equation of your devotion
Is setting obstacles to a life impeded.
God bless the sterile (x2)
Fuck like rabbits ‘til myxomatosis.
Colony collapse, the tree is broken.
Instinct lingers on as psychosis.
“It’s what we’re made for!” Are you fucking joking?
Two point four (x4)
Two point four on the Richter scale,
Seismic shifts, that seem so certain.
The safety catch is set to fail,
On point or unplanned, well it’s not working.
God bless the sterile (x3)
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Valintin's Day Massacre
02:40
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Valintin’s Day Massacre
Our love is defined, by the number of emotional commodities that money can buy.
A farcical flurry of fiscal fingering
A clapped out ride on receipt of the goods
It’s company policy to keep the cum lingering
Keep them consuming through the cock and the could
Cabury collages of idealized wankers
Pulling themselves off with the strings of the heart
The money shot’s coming, and boy it a banker
The first box of chocolates is only the star
Keep your confection kisses
I’ll play the role of Al Capone
No use for greeting card stitches
When I take love and put one in its dome.
Stylized concepts of cohabiting settings
One plus one templates of what it means
But I’ve got a hunch; actually fuck it I’m betting,
That underneath, it’s not what it seems.
Ikea relationships and chipboard sex lives
Paint by number and pay at a price
Purchasable passion as a plastic past time
Feels like shit, but it looks real nice
Keep your confection kisses
I’ll play the role of Al Capone
No use for greeting card stitches
When I take love and stick one in its dome.
Love is like Chi-raq baby
The rats run the ship, so
Fuck you pay me.
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shithatt Ballina, Ireland
4 piece rock band from Ballina in the West of Ireland. Songs feature intros, verses, choruses, bridges and outros. Acoustic
and electric instruments, voices, amplifiers and modulation pedals.
They have been compared to Joy Division, The Dead Kennedys, At The Drive and The Fall. And described as, "a full on epileptic fit type of thing" and "loud as fuck and hot as the hobs of hell".
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