1. |
The Thrill
04:20
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We drive the moonlit miles again
Masochistic nearly men
We’re not in it for the bread
Maybe just as well
Been quiet since the night began
The only punters are other bands
The barfly and the sound man
There’s the closing bell
We suffer for our cause
Craving the applause
I live my life for nights like this
Even when it takes the piss
Kicking out the jams tonight
The lights go down and I get high
Smashing out another chord
Spotlight heat and sticky floors
When it’s over I want more
‘Cos this is what I do it for
Work the daily nine to five
Navigate this thing called life
Still busy past the fading light
No time left to chill
1am outside the house
Dragging all the gear about
Adrenalin still pumping out
Buzzing from the thrill
We suffer for our cause
Craving the applause
I live my life for nights like this
Even when it takes the piss
Kicking out the jams tonight
The lights go down and I get high
Smashing out another chord
Spotlight heat and sticky floors
When it’s over I want more
‘Cos this is what I do it for
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2. |
Fuck Off Boris
03:39
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Another day goes by and you wriggle off the hook
Disbelief and anger at the liberties you took
Take a look around you’ll see the outcome of you lies
You partied with you colleagues while your people lost their lives
Cronies try and back you in defence
Sycophants and criminals
Others with a conscience simply went
Because you’re bent!
Fuck off Boris
Fuck off Rees-Mogg too
When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you
Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit
Corruption greed and privilege
A rotten Cabinet
A nation under lock-down where no two friends could meet
Metal bars and cordons over every other seat
A tearful last goodbye takes place over an iPad screen
While drinks were poured in gardens at the back of Downing Street
Entitlement must be your middle name (or at least one of ‘em)
Eton chums all mingle and they scoffed up all the Pringles with no shame
You’re all the same!
Fuck off Boris
Fuck off Rees-Mogg too
When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you
Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit
Corruption greed and privilege
A rotten Cabinet
Go on Fuck off
You Wanker!
Go on
Fuck off Boris (you fat Etonian twat)
Fuck off Boris (why don’t you just fuck off)
Fuck off Boris (you’re a make-believe Chris Tarrant, go on)
Fuck off Boris (You’re just a big bag full of coleslaw)
Fuck off Boris
Fuck off Rees-Mogg too
When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you
Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit
Corruption greed and privilege
A rotten Cabinet
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3. |
They
03:37
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They don’t speak for you
They don’t know what you’ve been through
Not sure what else I can do
To change your mind
They are not the same as us
Our pain is their gold rush
Promises on the side of a bus
That took you for a ride
There ain’t no pot of gold
The other side of the rainbow
You’ve been well and truly sold a lie
Now the dust has settled on your patriotic pride
Can you see that they’re not on your side
Surely now you must admit
The dream they sold was full of shit
Can you see that they’re not on your side
No, they’re not on your side
They tell you what you want to hear
Play upon invented fears
There is no invasion here
The enemy’s within
Line their pockets from your toil
Second homes and shares in oil
Doesn’t it make you recoil
At the mess they’ve put us in
There ain’t no pot of gold
The other side of the rainbow
You’ve been well and truly sold a lie
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4. |
Tinfoil Hat
02:24
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You don’t need science (no)
You don’t need reason (no)
You don’t need experts (no)
Done your research
You’ve got your Google (yeah)
You’ve got your Q-Anon (yeah)
You’re wide awake now (so woke)
So woke it hurts
You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind
Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind
Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies
But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes)
You’ve got the answers
You’ve got the knowledge
You’ve got the wisdom
Done your research
Don’t drink the water
Don’t trust the scientists
You’ve got your Tinfoil Hat
Let’s hope it works
You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind
Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind
Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies
But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes)
It’s all Bill Gate’s fault
The Illuminati
The Mainstream Media
That’s how it works
But where’s your evidence?
You’re credibility?
What’s your agenda?
Where’s your research?
You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind
Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind
Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies
But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes)
DO YOUR RESEARCH!
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5. |
Spoons
03:09
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It’s 10am on Bethcar Street!
it's 2022 and the times are in decline
Boarded up shops are a sign of the times
Street is deserted except for a line
Of die-hard daytime drinkers
There’s a bloke at the bar with a dog on a string
Table 18 has started to sing
Brexit propaganda adorns everything
The patriotic blinkers
A pillar of society
But not the last word in sobriety
A place for all likeminded folk
A character or two
More gammon here than Dewhursts
More animals than the zoo
At four o’clock it all kicks off cause someone’s jumped the queue
It’s happy hour every hour at Spoons
At spoons
At spoons
At spoons
Take an old cinema and do it up good
A lick of builder’s beige and twenty tons of wood
Put some pretty pictures up and maybe then you should
Name it after someone local
There’s ten teeth between them on table 29
Save a seat for Dave cause he drinks here all the time
Tracey’s on her 7th pint and now she does a line
And now she gets very vocal
A pillar of society
But not the last word in sobriety
A place for all likeminded folk
A character or two
More gammon here than Dewhursts
More animals than the zoo
At four o’clock it all kicks off ‘cause someone’s jumped the queue
It’s happy hour every hour at Spoons
At spoons
At spoons
At spoons
SPOOOOONS!
POOOOONS!
OOOOONS!
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6. |
TinPot Dictator
03:59
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Where does someone draw the line
Take what’s yours and more besides
Help yourself to a sovereign land
You’ve got blood all over your hands
Your neighbourly aggression
Borders on obsession
Where next is the question
Waving your nuclear sword
Tinpot dictator
Tinpot dictator
Everybody hates a
Tinpot dictator
Fooling all the people
The propaganda sheeple
Oblivious to your evil
Cheering your missiles abroad
No one wants to join your club
In your family there’s no love
The age of empire has been and gone
Sorry but the world’s moved on
Crush the people who protest
Fuck them all cos you know best
History won’t be kind to you
And your crooked Kremlin crew
Your neighbourly aggression
Borders on obsession
Where next is the question
Waving your nuclear sword
(I have the power!)
Tinpot dictator
Tinpot dictator
Everybody hates a
Tinpot dictator
Tinpot dictator
Tinpot dictator
Everybody hates a
Russian masturbator
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7. |
The Socials
04:14
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Stay in touch with all your friends
Memories and shared events
Have you seen this picture of my cat?
Stalking someone’s profile page
Trolling comments causing rage
Get yourself a ban for saying that
Illusions of popularity
Sob stories and hilarity
No contact in person, no voice on the phone
Hundreds of friends but you’re still all alone
This Is the age of the socials
This is your digital life
Don’t answer the call and stay back from the door
But carry on fishing for likes
This is the age of the socials
This is your digital life
It’s clear to me that we all want to be
Perfect in some peoples’ eyes
Hang out with celebrities
Argue with non entities
Take a look what’s trending in the news
Block, unfollow, block some more
Reading up on libel law
Double down on controversial views
Illusions of popularity
Chaos and disparity
Convince all your friends that you’re living the dream
Family and home fall apart at the seams
This Is the age of the socials
This is your digital life
Don’t answer the call and stay back from the door
But carry on fishing for likes
This is the age of the socials
This is your digital life
It’s clear to me that we all want to be
Perfect in some peoples’ eyes
Where do we go from here
We’ve become so insincere
Some kind of online hell
There goes the notification bell
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8. |
Handbasket
05:32
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What’s happened to our empathy
Swept away by fear and greed
Fuelled by those we chose to lead
Where did we go wrong
Putting on a pedestal
Liars cheats and criminals
Corruption unequivocal
Still it carries on
We’ve got ourselves in such a place
We’ve turned against the human race
Swallowing the lies of right wing scum
Entitlement prevailing above everything
Now we’re all sailing blindly into our oblivion
Ain’t no way to mask it
Sealing our own casket
We’re all heading straight to hell
In a big fuck off hand basket
No way to avoid it
We’ve gone and destroyed it
We’re all heading straight to hell
In a big fuck off hand basket
Double down on the belief
The poor are lazy, feckless thieves
That’s how those in charge deceive
While they rob you blind
Steadfast in your ignorance
Arrogance, belligerence
Where is your due diligence
They’re not on your side
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UPB (unnamed Punk Band) started when Matt, Max & Andy formed a punk band for a laugh. This is the outcome. We never thought, that this would be the result, but here we are, loud and raw, with a metal drummer trying to play punk, a rock guitarist trying to sing, and a bassist who thought his son would be the one releasing albums. Just goes to show... ... more
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