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2 Old 2 R'n'R
03:51
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So welcome to the new order of not thinking out loud
No re-creation of the crusty nation
Gotta better start to get it out of your heart
Another tear drops into the ocean
Another year drowns in the mud
Treasure what you got
Treasure what you got
Old posters, candy-floss, rollercoasters
God bless you for your duty
Now grab you things and go
Where you gonna go
When they tell you it’s the end of the show
What you gonna do
When they call for your last call
Where you gonna go
When they tell you to leave
Your eyes still wide open
But your brains are asleep
What you gonna do
When you feel to old to rock’n’roll
Gonna go keep it low
Strive to keep up with the hustle
Pound it out like an angry little chicken
Old cold blood streams down your flow
Too old to know
Too weary to get it
No time to loose it
Feel like shimmering
Come and prove it now
Come groove oh fuck you’re old
Where you gonna go
When they tell you it’s the end of the show
What you gonna do
When they call for your last call
Where you gonna go
When they tell you to leave
Your eyes still wide open
But your brains are asleep
What you gonna do
When you feel to old to rock’n’roll
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2. |
Duty To Do
03:41
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I guess I’m slowly getting caught in the middle
No moving back I got a duty to do
I don’t know what I am living for
I guess I’m gonna start from the scratch once again
Put my role in a hole
Whack a mole, then taste my guacamole
Just breathe
You were born born as the one I need
Trembling
Now I gambling with speed
Rambling
I’m rambling on repeat
Indeed
There’s no place to hide
All homes occupied
Now treat your sweet little heat with 70’s greed
Of your new found pride
We’re left to die
I guess I’m slowly getting caught in the middle
No moving back I got a duty to do
(Fuck you)
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
I got no need to be true
Just breathe
You were born born as the one I need
Trembling
Now I gambling with speed
Rambling
I’m rambling on repeat
Indeed
There’s no place to hide
All homes occupied
Now treat your sweet little heat with 70’s greed
Of your new found pride
We’re left to die
Catchin’ in the rye
God knows
There’s no goodbyes for slatterns like us
Time to realize
We’re left to die
Now dressing to kill
We can cover the whole world
We easily end up all covered on blood, God
We’re left to die
Triyin’ to catch one in the rye
God knows
There’s no goodbyes for slatterns like us
Time to realize
There’s no place to hide
All homes occupied
Now treat your sweet little heat with 70’s greed
Of your new found pride
Cause we gotta stay broken
And soon we gonna be reaped
Hell fucking nay to any bargain
We don’t need to beg, just bleed
And expire
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3. |
Kill Love
04:37
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We’re rather okey
We move deep deep down the valley
To keep it low key
We got delivered
Pool of tears to spare the liver of Prometheus
Why would you ever
Ask for better
Just for the matter of hangin’ together
I say
They tried to make me go to rehab
And I said “yeah motherfuckers that’s just what I need”
We got a love
But what would the others say
We got a love
But we got to kill her
We got a love
But just like the other day
We got to kill love, kill kill love
Feel rather broken
Better dive deep down and drown
Than just keeping walking
Sweet turns to bitter
With every sip
Hot steaming drip
For the one night king
Just for the matter of hangin’ together
I say
They tried to make me go to rehab
And I said “hell yeah motherfuckers that’s just what I need”
We got a love
But what would the others say
We got a love
But we got to kill her
We got a love
But just like the other day
We got to kill love, kill kill love
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4. |
Sniff It Up
05:05
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First you got to blend into the wildlands of distress
Caress the void and emptiness
What you never find, you’d never guess
Glory, fortune, fame and death
Reverence for pain
Burried deep down in your grave
Necromancy, frilly, fancy
Take quietly a second glance
On the bitter end of your romance
Keep on searching for a new start in the ground
You got to
Sniff it up
Rip it up, my friend
Smash it up
And bury it back again
Let the moon shine on your troubled head
All the mischiefs of the past
Pour it all in gasoline
Take one memory back in and burn the rest
Memories of good old days
Just gonna piss all over your face
The skeletons of wistfulness you raise
You got to
Sniff it up
(Deep in the ground)
Rip it up, my friend
(You gonna need it)
Smash it up
(Tear it apart)
And start diggin’ again
Drawn back to your residence
where you keep your little secrets you don’t care
Cover up in ignorance
Your self defense is bliss
When you don’t feel it’s not there
You gotta believe that it’s not there when you’re all alone
You gotta
Sniff it up
(Deep in the ground)
Rip it up, my friend
(You gonna need it)
Smash it up
(Tear it apart)
And start diggin’ again
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5. |
Hideaway
03:48
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Hide away
We must hidea way from here
Far away
It takes years to disappear
Although
All the regrets left behind
All the promises just die before the deadline
Hide away
We must hidea way from here
Dreams here to stay
They won’t leave in thousand years
Allthough
All the regrets lost and found
Although
All the rivers flow in time
Hide away
We must hideaway from here
Far away
It takes years to disappear
Although
All the regrets left behind
Although
All the rivers flow
And wash down our juvenile time
One gone and one is worth the money
One comin’, one is left behind
Drive down and keep your motor running
We left all behind
All behind
Hide away
We must hide away from here
Far away
It takes years to disappear
All the regrets lost and found
All the battles
Like a truce in a loveless life
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6. |
Howie Roll
03:06
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We’re stuck but we carry on
With our lifelong chase of getting on
Sippin’ old Dom Perignon
Oh no when did all go wrong
You never know
Just want to cherish the world
Give it up as always
Just want to savour the life
Oh shut up you’re just afraid to die
Still we are so afraid to die
Cost me most of my precious vibe
Turn it upside down with no brakes
Park your car like a superstar
With or without any sense of style
Juvenile
All we need is the new boots of leather
All we need is to get back together
Cause cruel are the rules
We got those dreams to uncover
Rare feelings one like the other
Bet all
Let it go, make a call
Call your mother
Make her tell you you're not just another
Asshole, dick in the wall
Gotta close your eyes to see how we roll
Goin with the flow, bye blow, you know
The tome won’t save your soul, neither will rock’n’roll
Gotta cover it all
Gotta cover it all
We got those dreams to uncover
Rare feelings one like the other
Bet all
Let it go, let it blow
Fall down, just make it slow
We all are dying not to bother
Feet high them faces in the gutter
Unholy ghosts, sons with no father
Shut up you parasite
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7. |
Oh, David!
04:12
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Oh David, you’re greedy
You’re greedy
You’re greedy as fuck
One notice to show again
That everybody sucks
Won’t you ever end this neverending
Disregard of luck
Wanna tease you not to please you
Chorus
No one’s getting loved by you
Oh on one’s got a shot
No one’s gotta get your secret spot
No one’s gonna get loved by you
Oh will you ever drop
No one’s gotta make you make it hot
Oh David, you’re greedy
You’re greedy
You’re greedy as fuck
Not easily taken
Not foolishly drugged
Oh David, you’re greedy as fuck
We got nothing that would please you
Will you ever get enough
Have a measure on your pleasure
Get a golden one and stop
No moderation of the medication
Goodness gracious
Discretion on your passion
Obsession is your one and only love
No one’s getting loved by you
Yeah on one’s got a shot
No one’s gotta get your secret spot
No one’s gonna get loved by you
Oh will you ever drop
No one’s gotta make you make it hot
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8. |
Party Home
04:06
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Strangle or let it loose
Better never get to choose
The game is won as soon as two's not more than one
You get to know
The true love
Is is true enough to keep
Is your God worth making believe
Beneath the neverending
Isolation
Gloomy boulder road
No creation
From home to shine of hope
You swore to hold
There's no party home
Your God is just a dream
So grow some self esteem
There's no party home
Make Jesus wanna scream
Guess who will make it real
Foam that smells like void you can't avoid will bring you home
To all the friends you'll never know
Better save yourself from hope
Soon you'll be sitting next to no one drinking nothing, getting nowhere, ending never in your head
It’s all just violation
Angry pigeon house
Population
Props you can’t arouse
There’s no party home
Your God is just a dream
So grow some self esteem
There’s no party home
Make fucking Jesus wanna scream
Guess who will make it real
And all the girlies wanna fly
You never end up bidding high
Call it a day and fall away
Don’t read the news
They say you lost your need to choose the way to hold no party home
All the memories will stay why won’t you fuck them anyway
And get yourself in shape to celebrate the day that’s gonna burn you baby
You gotta burn
There’s no party home
Your God is just a dream
So grow some self esteem
There’s no party home
Make fucking Jesus wanna scream
Guess who will make it real
And all the homies getting high
These rainy days will leave you dry
You gonna burn
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9. |
Afraid of 8's
04:20
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Take my money
And bring it back to hell
Ain’t got no books to read
No stories to tell
Show your fanny
Got lost in every shell
Just give me what I need
Would you do me well
I got to run for the cover
Back to my mademoiselle
Run for the cover
Run for the cover
Run for the cover
Run
Dream
Aim high and savour the cream
Night to redeem
Get me out of the team
Supreme
Daylight won’t pull back the stream
Of gasoline
Bruise my bunny
New treatment save the world
Get out of the way
Let the pleasure decay
Unseize every day
Dream
Aim high and savour the cream
Night to redeem
Almost sixteen
Supreme
Daylight won’t pull back the stream
Of gasoline
Burn the vaseline
For the king and queen
Just make them scream
Take one for the team
Daylight won’t pull back the stream
Of gasoline
Burn the vaseline
For the king and queen
Just make them scream
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10. |
Sharin' Stone
05:58
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All you suckers
Keep on tellin’ us what to do
Fancy peers
All you maggots
keep on keepin' us in blue
Feed your own fears
All the lovers
Keep on selling love for fuel
Ain't it cool
All the dreamers 'bout to
Exchange their dreams for juice
Choice we can't afford to choose
I got nothing left to lose
Won't spare an eye won't miss a tooth
No remorse, no need to prove myself at all
Kick out the door
And I'm not afraid to fall
I'm not afraid to fall
All you sinners
Preaching water, drinking booze
Let it loose
All you pharisees
Your steppin' stone is loose
Just get a thug to kill our muse
We have nothing left to lose
All the paralyzing blues
All the patronizing fools
We are broken but we are true
Confusing medicines with food
Gently calling for abuse
All you fuckers
Keep on telling us what to do
Been here foreverlong
Act like you’re never wrong
Because
We got no tomorrows
No heroes left to follow
No future left to borrow
Old big bad
New big good
Death to all
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The Drain Hlavní město Praha, Czech Republic
When you combine old glam rock with an original modern sound and dose it all in the smell of garage. volume
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Music of The Drain incorporates rock roughness, pop catchiness and also sense for noise and experimentation. Add faithful adherence to rock'n'roll lifestyle, feeling of danger and shows with the atmoshpere of old school punk parties.
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