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Headstrong
03:45
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Why you always looking at me
Like we're in a prize fight
You knock down my defences
And stick me with a right
It's plain to see
Your a stone cold bitch
If attitude was money
You'd be so goddam rich
What you want is what you get
What you want is what you get
You treat me mean
Just to keep me keen
I love your touch of evil
If you know what I mean
It's plain to see
If you keep up the fight
It's either you or your sister but I'm blowing this load tonight
Thats right!
What you want is what you get
What you want is what you get
You're Headstrong
Just like your mamma roll
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There's always some mouth telling you what to do
Here is a song that you don't have to listen to
Because life is in motion, full of white noise
There's greed and there's avarice
Pretty girls, party boys
Yeah you have a choice
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Sometimes it's so hard to lift up your head
Keep your thoughts from the gutter
Look to the road instead
As soon as you rebuild your faith in humanity
You open the page of another Greek tragedy
Oh woe is me
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
Over indulgence makes everything dull
We keep up the pretense, fill in the holes
With shiny new baubles
Then puffed up like peacocks
We take to the stage
And parade ourselves
Then we rate ourselves
Oh give me a break!
This human condition makes fools of us all
We're monkeys with jawbones, agendas and no control
We don't have to agree, it seems seldom do
So here is a song that you don't have to listen to
It's all up to you
But...
Can you pull yourself out of these thoughts you have of yourself
Can you look in the mirror and ask these things of yourself
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3. |
Jet Black
04:06
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When we met it was a time that I'll never forget
I want you I need you and I hold you in my heart
But in the end you sent my whole world round the bend
Now I can't say the "L" word but I hold you in my heart
So get back Jet Black
Jet Black I'm gonna get you back
So if I pretend to like one or 2 of your friends
Will it show that I'm trying and I hold you in my heart
And when you say will you please just go away
I'm sure your just joking and hold me in your heart
So get back Jet Black
Jet Black I'm gonna get you back
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4. |
Swamp Witch
05:19
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Down south in the bayou, way out back
In a place where the dead don't go is a little old shack
Inside it's glowing red like the fires of Hell
That's where I met my vooddo chile where she cast her spell
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Seems I had competition for her stone cold heart
A little rich white boy, Billy-Ray Bouregaurde
He espied our ritual, called the Gendarme down
It was torch and pitchfork city
They must have brought the whole damn town
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She reached beneath her skirt and produced a small ceremonial dagger
Dragging it across my palm in a perpendicular motion
I felt no pain as the intoxication of the moment consumed me
Then with our blood offering spent, moist and heavy like the swamp air on our skin
She began the ritual anew
And the memory of what she conjured up fills me with dread
Yeah the screams of the dying run through my head
Let it serve as a warning where you should not roam
Down south in the bayou where the dead don't go
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
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5. |
Fish to Fish
03:46
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I'm cruising that highway
In a car coloured stone
I got this girl beside me
She got a greenish kind of glow
I follow her golden footprints
Think we're gonna make out in the snow
But you gotta know when to rock
You gotta know when to roll
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Got to find my way
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Don't run away
Another weekend warrior
Coming in out of the cold
Looking for some action
And a place to warm his bones
Heaven is the sanction
But the heart of Hell is made of coal
And every other weekend
Even the Devil plays alone
Boo Hoo!
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Got to find my way
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Don't run away
Come the weekend I've got to give my heart away – Oh Yeah!
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Got to find my way
Fish to Fish – slap to slap
Don't run away
Don't run away
Don't run - ah
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6. |
Monkey Spank
03:29
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I see you standing there looking so cool
I see you standing there like you've got nothing to do
That's a coincidence
Seems we're alike me and you
Coz we supress ourselves so we can play by the rules
But we're just monkeys baby, in fashionable shoes
So let's cut the pretense
And set the monkey loose
I don't want to meet your mother
I just want to get you undercover
Whatever you want
That's what I'm gonna do
I wanna monkey around with you
Monkey Spank
Now some people think they are better than you
Well here's a news flash baby, they're monkeys too
You gonna let some monkey tell you what to do?
Coz it's a jungle ma'am, you get to pick and choose
I cordially invite you – walk a mile in my shoes
You've got time on your hands
And I've got nothing to lose
I don't want to meet your mother
I just want to get you undercover
Whatever you want
That's what I'm gonna do
I wanna monkey around with you
Monkey Spank
Now there are some primates who feed on outrage
They like pointing their finger, tell you how how to behave
Don't you wish their white noise would just go away?
Coz I'm like a classic car, I'm a little threadbare
Rusty and dented and covered in hair
But my motors still revving
I'll get you there
I don't want to meet your mother
I just want to get you undercover
Whatever you want
That's what I'm gonna do
I wanna monkey around with you
Monkey Spank
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7. |
The Windup
04:29
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Chilling in my friends headspace
Curly hair and crazy eyes
She question's everything she sees I tried to aske her why
She answered with a monologue
Laying down her law
Shifting gear to press the point
Catching breath she told me more
It's too much information
That I don't care about
Own your own frustration
Don't wind me up about it
She told me of pornography
Deception, greed and lust
Of evil and the fact
That it lives in all of us
The rape of our environment
How man was born to sin
Your precious tools of government
She put the blame on all of them
It's too much information
That I don't care about
Own your own frustration
Don't wind me up about it
Chilling in my friends headspace
Curly hair and crazy eyes
I'm dizzy with the overload regretting that I'd pried
When it all was over
When all she knew was told
She showed me to the front door
And I stepped into the cold
It's too much information
That I don't care about
Own your own frustration
Don't wind me up about it
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8. |
Dusty Ol' Boots
02:01
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She says I'm like a chain – I drag her down
She says I'm like a chain – I drag her down
And everytime she looks at me
She sees another ape
Swinging in her family tree
Yeah!
Everytime she looks at me
She wears me like a pair of
Dusty Ol' Boots
She says I'm like a rash and I make her burn
She says I'm like a rash and I make her burn
And everytime she looks at me
She sees another ape
Swinging in her family tree
Yeah!
Everytime she looks at me
She wears me like a pair of
Dusty Ol' Boots
Can I get me a Yeehaw!!!!
She says I am the ocean in which she'll drown
She says I am the ocean in which she'll drown
And everytime she looks at me
She sees another ape
Swinging in her family tree
Everytime she looks at me
She wears me like a pair of
Dusty Ol' Boots
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9. |
Postcards from Hell
05:13
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I, I hope you die
I hope you choke on a chicken bone
Fall in your entree and die
And I, well I wish the ground
Would open up in a crater below you
And swallow you down
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
I, I have this dream
Of pushing down tight on a pillow
To muffle your screams
And I guess I could get a gun
But then it would be over too quickly
And spoil my fun
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
Die Diddly die die die die – why won't you die
Die Diddly die die die die – just fucking die
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
I, I hope you drown
I would stand on the beach and laugh
As you bob up and down
And your continued existence seems dire
As I'm plotting these various ways
To make you expire
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
If the court case goes badly and I get the chair
And we both know I probably will
Then we can burn there together and send them all postcards from Hell
Die Diddly die die die die – why won't you die
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We bow down to Gods and Kings
Worship at the altar of the cash tills ring
Bathed in the light of our TVs
We've grown accustomed to all of these atrocities
And we kid ourselves we are not naive
Vie for attention and satisfy our greed
We buy shit we don't need
I'm tired of broken promises
Now I just don't care
I'll just close my eyes
Wake me when we get there
Gods and Kings are doing just fine
We fight each other for the shit they leave behind
Blogsphere pundits in capitals scream
Cry revolution from the safety of their screens
And we kid ourselves we are not decieved
We get opinions second hand from our newsfeeds
We choose what to believe
I'm tired of broken promises
Now I just don't care
I'll just close my eyes
Wake me when we get there
They promised a Utopia
Now I just don't care
I'll just close my eyes
Wake me when we get there
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Mister Unit Wellington, New Zealand
From the fiery depths of Sonic mayhem, the dirty old rock’n roll band Mister Unit present themselves for your entertainment with boundless energy and songs that drift across time, space and style. We are Andrew, Gaz, Mishy, Simon and Pete.
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