Founds total 12 songs
Two Nations
Two nations divided by a common language. And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing. But the difference is language and just the bits you got wrong.
Turn The Page
That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away. 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman. But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting.
Trying To Kill M.e.
I used to love the night and now I dread my bed. Using all the light is how my head got spent. Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, walk in my size nines.
Trust Me
Trust me. . Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh?. Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest?. Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind.
Too Much Brandy
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder. But where were you that cold December. Cos we were in the grasshopper spending guilders. Central station, charged up like Scarface.
Those That Don't Know
There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. .
The Way Of The Dodo
Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do. Everyone's gotta do the dodo.
The Strongest Person I Know
One of the first things about you I did see. Is that you verse your views quietly. When nature verses truths I get violent feelings. But softly time will reply that's wise.
The Sherry End
Til the very end. We'll be just as friends. I've known you better. You've seen my worst. So let's invent worse. . When a good night flounders and it's over.
The Irony Of It All
Hello, hello, my name's Terry and I'm a law-abider. There's nothin' I like more than gettin' fired up on beer. And when the weekend's here. I exercise my right to get paralytic and fight.
The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living
I need something in my life to straighten me out. Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog. Call toast pr tell 'em we've opened up shop. Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk.
The Escapist
All these walls were never really there. Nor the ceiling or the chair. I'm eking weeks at peace on a beach. I see the breezes weave the trees. . These walls you'll find are yours and mine.
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