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M.O.D.O.K.
03:10
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Expand your mind / Mutant head
Once a man / Now he's dead
An iron box cannot contain
The darkest thoughts inside this brain.
Miscalculation / Super-sized
This congregation / Euthanized
Pre-cognition / Mind control
Future's certain: Heads will roll.
More than revenge.
Ambitious descent.
More than a threat.
You owe a debt.
Knife in the back / Now removed
Sharpened, honed / Pointed at you
Will not rest / Will not sleep
Gruesome work must be complete.
Expand your mind / Mutant head
Once a man / Now he's dead
An iron box cannot contain
The dark thoughts.
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Murderer of Beer
03:21
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Raise your glasses to the sky
We'll drink this night.
Only fools have one or two,
we're closing this place down.
There is nothing out there,
stale night air.
We were the first ones here,
We're going nowhere.
At least until my legs give out .
At least until my legs give out .
At least until my legs give out .
At least until my legs give out .
At least until my legs give out .
At least until my legs give out .
Spend every penny
dirty and worthless just like us .
Keep it up you're doing fine.
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Garbagebag Bandana
03:10
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I can hear a train a comin around the bend .
See the smoke just over the horizon .
I got to get the fuck out of this place,
The feeling I got is bad.
There is nothing left it's all gone sour,
It's all gone bad .
The taste is stale.
There is nothing left it's all gone sour,
It's all gone bad .
The taste is stale.
Up to here I've gone nowhere,
So help me out, while the tracks are bare.
Help me the fuck out of here.
Help me out of here.
Help me out of here.
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Bangarang
03:01
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I've got this life to live and I'm not waiting for a sign.
I've got the pedal on the floor.
We're pointed straight ahead until we run out of pavement.
Even then I cut the brake lines.
We're going right over the edge.
This is a hell ride.
The devil never set eyes on anything like us.
The devil never set eyes on anything like us.
I'm not waiting anymore,
Got less and less to live for.
This place is such a dump and I'm a bigger mess.
Got ammunition in my gut, fire in my cup.
Got a rocket in the trunk,
Light it up.
Tonight we ride.
Head first into the abyss.
You don't want to miss this.
We're on the ride of our lives.
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5. |
Over It
04:41
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The weight of these waves has been weighing me down, way down.
There is nothing left, nothing but death, nothing but fog.
I'm having trouble catching my breath.
I'm having trouble catching my breath.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
This is the last time that you'll ever see me.
The road to hell is long and I can't see.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick and I can't find my way home.
The fog is too thick.
The fog is too thick.
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Bear Mace Vancouver, British Columbia
Vocals - Mike Jakes
Drums - Mitch Kirilo
Bass - James Gibbs
Guitar - Mike Paulson
Guitar - Jordan Pond
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nothingisheavy@hotmail.com
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