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I can hardly hope for better days,
or complain about how it all ended up.
But the fear of growing up that way is something I can never stop.
Rolling, restless but never do I find a way to get set before I sleep. Rescue me or whoever.
I just wanted to know that someone like us could end up somewhere.
For you it's always been about everything.
You try and steer who we wanted to be,
and when we don't quite get there, we relied too heavily.
For me it's never been about everything.
I'll drag myself from monotony.
I fucked up and ruled out what I know realized I never wanted anyway.
Drinking fast to wash my blues away.
A spluttered greeting proves that they will never drown.
They can be lifted by the construction of a healthy system both ways round.
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Scrape some cash. Catch a bus to feel alive. How pathetic. Pity it can be revised. I'm slowly learning that everyone is right. I've just got to know when to take my own advice.
I'm not getting stuck working for someone else's goals. I don't know what to do so I'm just doing what I know.
Sometimes I want to walk away and see how long it takes for anyone to say anything at all to me. What's your best quality? Well, I'd have to say, remaining a million miles away.
I think I get where you're coming from. We've got to set things right before we tear it up some. So here's to the thoughts we hold while we wait for a better day. They keep our heads high on the road, see us on our way.
I think I get where you're coming from. We've got to set things right before we tear it up some. So here's to the thoughts we hold while we wait for a better day. They keep our heads high on the road. We're on our way.
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It's Okay to be an outcast,
An outcast of the freaks.
It's Okay that you do not fit in,
Because you are just like me.
The stereo-typical attitude,
Is fucked up and really weak.
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
Because you are just like me.
Let's Get fucked out our brains,
The night is young and so are we.
Would you go out with me,
Would you get fucked with me,
Would you go out with me, tonight.
Well I've been in this place before,
I'm in a paraplegic state.
And all of a sudden there's two of you,
I'm lying on the street.
My mind has gone into a blackout
But you're lying next to me.
You are in the exact same state,
Because you are just like me.
Well I love being in a fucked up state, I like it
And we will do this again, and again, and again.
Well let's get fucked up tonight.
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The doctor did suggest,
that the medication I was taking maybe wasn't the best,
he prescribed me,
something to ease the pain,
and he reminded me that other people,
they might feel the same
What have they done?
They've ruined our fun,
they've took our drugs and drink away
What's your game?
And why won't you let Maxwells Dead stay?
Moving on next thing,
the thing about these punk bands, is the singer can't usually sing
un-tuned guitars,
our heads are in the stars,
even though me and Muzz can't sing, at least we're doing our own thing
What have they done?
They've ruined our fun,
they've took our drugs and drink away
What's their game?
And why won't you let Maxwells Dead stay?
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Two songs each from the limited edition CD release featuring young Edinburgh punks The Walking Targets and cheeky Dundee ska-punks Maxwell's Dead.
Available from March 8th 2013 for download and limited physical product.