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Piggy's Farm
02:52
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Am I going insane
I’ve got voices in my head again
And I’ve lost my mind inside my brain
Save my soul in Jesus name
Just a taste of blood
Tempted like a vampire to bite
Satisfied
Crucified
Show me the light
Trapped in the trough where the piggies get fat
Consolidate debt while the fat cats laugh
Racing to the top like rats on crack
Gotta get out
Gotta get out fast
Enslaved or free
Do I drink with a friend or an enemy
Distillery of misery
No good times
No memories
Is this the end
Walking dead and hellbent
And if the wrath of God descends
Can’t I just repent
Trapped in the trough where the piggies get fat
Consolidate debt while the fat cats laugh
Racing to the top like rats on crack
Gotta get out
Gotta get out fast
This little piggy’s got a wolf at the door
Howling like he’s never been alive before
Piggy, piggy, piggy
It’s just another call to arms on Piggy’s Farm
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Broken Home
03:50
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I'm getting sick of this town
And sick to death of these political clowns
I'm a rambling fool with enough fears and ideas to fuel a breakdown
Everything seems so fucked
But there's clearly no point in giving up
Don’t just do what you’re told
Or we are just slaves growing old in the cold all beholden
We try to save but we're sold all the gold banks have stolen
To control and dominate they separate, segregate, isolate until we trust no-one
We have to save our homes and our bones before they are broken
Home, home, home
As all of these companies unite
Their profits outweigh what’s morally right
Left with poor education
Each cut adds up to further decline
The weak the sick and the old
They are important to these corporate clones who pedal their dope
We are just slaves growing old in the cold all beholden
We try to save but we're sold all the gold banks have stolen
To control and dominate they separate, segregate, isolate until we trust no-one
We have to save our homes and our bones before they are broken
As we all soldier on
Instead of our future they invest in a bomb
But we can't save our children when the planet’s gone
They say that we live in tough times
And that hard work will carry us through fine
While they wine and dine
Home, home, home, home
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3. |
Walk of the Lizard
03:18
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He walks like man
Colossal footprint levelling land
He stands so tall
But the bigger they are the harder they fall
His heart is cold and black like cancer
He wears a suit
It changes colour to disguise the truth
He holds a gun
A global threat like a nuclear bomb
His breath is fire and burns like radiation
Forked tongue
Caught then gone
Tail left behind when his stone got turned
Crime in cold blood
He grows so fast
Impossible hunger insatiable lust
He sows his seed
As he penetrates the dinosaur bleeds
His blood is like oil and pollutes like poison
His skin is shed
Corrodes the earth with rivers of red
He spreads like plague
Contaminates like chemical waste
His bones are old and cast shadows of extinction
Forked tongue
Caught then gone
Tail left behind when his stone got turned
Crime in cold blood
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Betalooper England, UK
Betalooper is a songwriter from Leeds, UK. His music is a fusion of alternative rock, electronic and folk influences.
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