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Call It
03:07
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Tough luck
Close up the shops
Lets just all call it a year
Being careful isn’t living in fear
Cheer up
The market will erupt
On behalf of the working class
An opportunity that hasn’t passed
Come on
Honey grab your gun
So you can point it at all who pass
No repercussions when the privileged harass
But you won’t call it
When you could profit
On their lives
On our lives
Gaslight
The ones right by your side
Make them think they’ve had it all so wrong
then wonder why they don’t come home
Fight back
The ones you have attacked
In your protected life of crime
A badge is worth more than a couple of lives
But you can’t call it
Cause you’ve already bought in-
To the lie
The lie
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2. |
The Trap
03:37
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Work hard, don’t play
Build up your savings
Pay off your debt
So you can live
By the time you’re dead
Don’t think about too much, just run with it
Born inside the trap
Live inside the trap
Feed inside the trap
Sleep inside it
Marry young
Domestic bliss forever
Get a job, work hard
Turn a blind eye to the big picture
Pay for healthcare
20 grand just to have kids
Lie inside the trap
Steal inside the trap
Pray inside the trap
Die inside it
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3. |
Trees and Seas
03:08
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Trees and leaves
Housing the breeze
Governing the air we breathe
The push and pull
Of waves and undertows
Governing the sea
Energy
electricity
Luxuries untold
Waste bins
Holding our sins
Bury them away
Burn it down
Drown it out
No more need For scenery
Warm air
Flooding everywhere
Let’s ignore the sea
Warm air
Flooding everywhere
Let’s ignore the trees
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4. |
Rich Boys
03:45
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The rich boy wants to go to mars
Another belongs behind bars
The rest all gawk over their attitudes
And wish they could be them
Approval ratings are just as full
Of value as is the bible
Unwavering faith in the ones
Who claim to lead us
The message tends to get lost
On those who listen
The ones to who don’t just can’t be bothered to begin with
Theres too much privilege in being so oblivious
What a waste of airspace
What a waste of radio waves
Rich boys are always punching walls
Throwing fists in foreign bars
Always drunk and crashing cars
That their father’s bought
Rich boys strut like they’re the catch
Dumb enough to try and snatch
Anything they see
Pass them by
But my words aren’t enough to describe
The rest of them, the low lives they can be
They uphold a false public image
So they can be re-elected
To poorly lead countries
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5. |
Homebody
03:20
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When I grow up I want to stay right here
Nothing can hurt me if I never leave home
I’ll get a job in the same place I was born
No sense dancing with the great unknown
I’ll join the local KOC
Be convinced something else controls me
Complain that the schools are robbing me
And raise my fist in elderly anger
I’ll serve my time in the armed forces
and pin myself a hero for sweeping the floors
I’ll take my holiday in Florida every year
With my wife and 2 and a half kids
I’ll play golf with my best friend
The same one I’ve had since I was ten
Then we’ll go to the bar and shoot the shit
About how we haven’t changed one bit
When I grow up I want to be the same
As my fathers were, and theirs before them
Bigoted and angry at everything
Confused by progress and anything that’s change
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Jacob D. Moore Jackson Township, New Jersey
I am a musician from New Jersey, living in Delaware.
I play in the bands Acqui and Ellefant.
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