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Bring Your Own Big Soda
03:27
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Tighten up your belt
Here’s a glimpse of Hell
We’re dudes in suits
We’re dudes in suits
Fuck you New York
Fuck you New York
You will lick our boots
You will lick out boots
Starving in a dump
Vultures pick you dry
They’re out of touch
With every one
Fuck you New York
Fuck you New York
They’re just out of reach
Ruling class who leach
You can’t have
What you want
They’ll take
Whatever you’ve got
No coca
No cola
There’s no escape
For those inside
Fuck you New York
Fuck you New York
We’re dudes in suits
We’re dudes in suits
With our crooked grasps
Around our wallets
Pickpockets in sight
Rather see you die
Under salt lights
They watch you die
Oh no we cant
Spare scraps for beasts
You will beg us for
The chance to endure
You can’t have
What you want
They’ll take
Whatever you’ve got
No coca
No cola
No, I hope it all explodes
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#MeLou
06:10
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Hey Lou, I don’t know what’s wrong with you
What the fucks up with you?
I hope you know
I want you to know
when someone betrays you
It’ll change you, change you
Imagine if one of your heroes takes you
and rips your heart out
Then kicks it into the ocean where it
drifts for miles and it’s nowhere to be found
When your favorite songwriter
Is a wrong-doing whiner
Things will never look finer than
Than not knowing about it
How can I stay inside the lines
when all of the colors are suddenly gone?
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Live Laugh Love
03:53
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4. |
Like A Hawk
04:02
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Never wanna sleep
Never wanna dream
Never wanna sleep
Your body’s in pieces
Your mind, we need
Think you’re on the out
But you’re all about
Running through the clouds
You’re thinking beyond us
No one else knows how
When you look at the angles
Somehow, somehow you’ll know what to do
And if anyone doubts you
I’ll still be following you ‘til
When the outside’s in danger
Somehow, somehow you’ll know the
Science to protect what was once ours
Science - yeah we live in a bewildering world
Someday, perhaps one day we’ll go to space
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Like A Hawk (Swing Mix)
04:01
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Panzerchocolate Providence, Rhode Island
Postal punk. We deliver the goods.
Bryan Dee - guitar
Marina - bass
Tyler North - drums
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