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Scavenger
02:43
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Step inside this shop of horrors
They'll bleed you dry on every corner
Crooked of the crookedest pop up shops
Pay the bill that never stops
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Loan like a wiseguy, steal like a thief
Rob from the poor with crushing debt
Profit from the desperate
Scavenger!
Hunting cowardly
Scavenger!
Calling hourly
Scavenger!
Looking for the easy meal, you
Scavenger!
You trap the helpless
Scavenger!
You rob the wealthless
Scavenger!
We're sick of all your deals
Dimes to dollars they'll take your check
Set you up to never pay it back
Stuck in the cycle that never stops
Slowly taken for all you've got
Doomed by our culture, doomed by our deeds
Consume like a vulture, feed the disease
Steal from those the most in need
Harvest in the name of greed
Scavenger!
Hunting cowardly
Scavenger!
Calling hourly
Scavenger!
Looking for the easy meal, you
Scavenger!
You trap the helpless
Scavenger!
You rob the wealthless
Scavenger!
We're sick of all your deals
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2. |
The Baby Boomer Show
02:11
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Our fathers built a life
That won't keep us alive
The world's inflated
To where wage will not survive
If you want to live well then it’s
Off to school for you
Debt will not bring life but
Indentured servitude
What will you do?
When it catches up with you?
What is it for?
Welcome to the working poor
The working poor
Forever more
Forever more.
We are working longer than
They ever did before
Still they call us lazy while
Demanding so much more
We suffer and we struggle
To uphold their status quo
We'll all be playing extras on
The Baby Boomer Show
Where does it go?
Yeah, we're all digging this hole.
What is it for?
Welcome to the working poor
The working poor
Forever more
Forever more.
Forever
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3. |
Bug Stepper
02:50
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I'm jumping off the deep end, my mind is bent
Where when the fuck do I start, where to even begin
Give me a line, pill, smoke, or a drink
These are my tools for self destruction
And yeah it's a shame that I'm not quite the same
For this fine line I walk between real and insane
It's no game, it's no lie, it's no fucking charade
This is life, this is real, this is love, this is pain
I get a
No satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs
What is mind over matter, all that matters is the drugs
I get a
Strange feeling when I see my own face
Yeah I feel like I see the pieces all out of place
So what if
If nothing matters, why am I still afraid?
Still having to lay down in the mess that I made
So what if
If this is real, why do I feel made up?
Why do I still get the feeling that I gotta wake up?
I know that this'll kill me
Yeah this road is way to steep
Dropping under me with
every passing day
Ah the creepin crawlin crazy
it'll never let me sleep
Coming closer every
time I turn away
Every time that I turn away
Slit your throat a thousand times along the highway
Patient souls among millions, the face of wisdom
The inner city's children have hearts of spades
And with their clubs they could steal the world's diamonds
So can ya
Can you tell me where am I supposed to look
I got eyes that won't settle and a mind that's been shook
So can ya
Can you tell me how to look like I'm fine?
Can you chop it up and sell it, can you drown it with wine?
I got a
Strange notion that I may not exist
I am unlikely to be real the more I realize this
I gotta
Make my peace with the snails and the slugs
I get no satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs
I know that this'll kill me
Yeah this road is way to steep
Dropping under me with
every passing day
Ah the creepin crawlin crazy
it'll never let me sleep
Coming closer every
time I turn away
Every time that I turn away
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4. |
That's Quite Enough
01:57
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Lets get fucked up!
And I'll drink to your demise.
I've had enough
Of every fabrication
Every single lie that we've been told
The amount of bullshit we've been fed
Is it one for all or all for them?
These thoughts run through my head
Hypocritic, lying bastards
Banksters, crooks and thieves
Nothing in this world is ever as it seems
Rates & fees, their policies
Our heads on the chopping block
If the choice was up to me
I'd say it's quite enough
That's quite enough!
Reel us in, false promises
While reaping what we sow
Turn our pockets inside out
N' tell us that we owe
Rip apart our innocence
On every given day
You're the one to front the bill
But you're not the one to pay
Hypocritic, lying bastards
Banksters, crooks and thieves
Nothing in this world is ever as it seems
Rates & fees, their policies
Our heads on the chopping block
If the choice was up to me
I'd say it's quite enough
That's quite enough!
That’s Quite Enough...
That’s Quite Enough.
That’s Quite Enough!
Hypocritic, lying bastards
Banksters, crooks and thieves
Nothing in this world is ever as it seems
Rates & fees, their policies
Our heads on the chopping block
If the choice was up to me
I'd say it's quite enough
That's quite enough!
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5. |
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Found grace in a very low place
that I entered with intention to deface
Found life when I buried a knife
in the back of a friend I found tied up in lace
I fell, yeah I truly found hell
when I told him to his face I wished him well
Forget, there's no regret
for breaking the spell
I don't know how you haven't noticed
You gotta know she's bad for you
Never thought you'd be below this
The time has come to follow through
Go do what you gotta do
Go do what you gotta do
So how much more you gonna take?
(How the hell are you not sick of her yet?)
How long until you're gonna break?
(How the hell can you forgive and forget?)
Cuz she's killing you and
all that I can do now is wait
and wait
Late night in the dim porch light
with a smoke and a text all about your latest fight
Heavy head and a blossoming dread
that you've done exactly what I fear you might
Smoke done, now it's three two one
deep breath, through the door, give my frozen hands a rub
Racing mind, hoping that I don't find
you dead in the tub
I don't know how you haven't noticed
You gotta know she's bad for you
Never thought you'd be below this
The time has come to follow through
Go do what you gotta do
So how much more you gonna take?
(How the hell are you not sick of her yet?)
How long until you're gonna break?
(How the hell can you forgive and forget?)
Cuz she's killing you and
all that I can do now is wait
and wait
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6. |
Carry On
03:04
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So cut the bag and scrape the plate
You know the hour is getting late
Grab a couch and wait
Till everyone is gone
Tap out the grinder, drink the dregs
Grab a smoke and stretch your legs
Cuz it's high time for us all
to carry on
Snag a bus or find a ride
Set that argument aside
Go and say all your goodbyes
and hit the road
We'll see you all on down the line
Folks it's been a fuckin time
Let's get out of here and go
the hell back home
So cut the bag and scrape the plate
You know the hour is getting late
Grab a couch and wait
Till everyone is gone
Tap out the grinder, drink the dregs
Grab a smoke and stretch your legs
Cuz it's high time for us all
to carry on
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The Filthy Radicals Toronto, Ontario
The Filthy Radicals are a 6-piece skacore band from Toronto, Canada.
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channeling the eternal struggle of the working class between life and debt, with a party hard, scream harder punk rock ethos.
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