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Vegetative State
01:33
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I pissed my pants, I shat the bed and no-one fucking cares
I’m stiff and sore from head to foot, can’t breathe the stinking air
Every clock tick hits my ears like a hammer to the skull
The extractor fan keeps wailing until all my senses dull
I’m in a vegetative state
But I feel fine
I’m quite content here on my own, the boredom’s fucked my speech
And if it gets excessive I’ll just down a pint of bleach
Doesn’t matter when I die, just matters if I leave a mess
Because isolation killed off all emotions I’d repress
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Stay Put
02:32
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Screaming down the room
Cough on nicotine fumes
Eyes start streaming from the smoke and from verbal residue
Air is getting thick
It’s making my throat close up too quick
I’ve been circling the drain so long I’m dizzy and I’m feeling sick
Sit down, shut up and stay
Stay put all Saturday
Why I take no time with friends takes time to comprehend
(I’ve got no time to spend)
Here we go again, dragging my own bubble wrap chains
Days pass, they wane away so stop treating me like a wean
Just because I plaster this fake smile across my stupid face
Doesn’t mean I’m happy, it means I’m two steps away from being a basket case
If you need me, I’ll be in my room
Slagging you off in all my tunes
Fuck all about you
All your friends and family don’t fuck about you
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Fields of Wheat
01:21
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Who's that lass running through the fields of wheat
She's looking for something. Who knows what it could be
It might be the thirteen seats she lost back in the spring
But it’s certainly not the DUP because they’ve got her on a string
What is she running from. Who knows what it could be
A big fat vote of no confidence is what she sees
Or maybe it’s the 15 million people on her back
For turning a 50 lead into a right-wing heart attack
Who’s that lass clinging on for all she’s worth
She’s treading on thin, thin ice but will she crack first
We’re all waiting for the moment she gives into fate
She’s taking her time, mind you
Don’t quit when it’s too late
Big T, fuck off
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Lichen
02:33
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The grey in the green, the things that we’ve seen
There’s things left unsaid that maybe shouldn’t have been
There’s red in the green, the things I’ve not seen.
Those things I said I swear I didn’t mean
I’m sorry for dropping you that time
Nobody takes to concrete so well
Sometimes, like then, I find I’m slipping out my own back end
Our better angels left caged and helpless
Find life in the chink of your cell
Quick meat in a frozen hell
They’re not pandas, they’re orcas
Blood in the swell
The bastards? They can save themselves
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