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WE DON'T NEED NO FIRE NOR GUN
WE GET ALL POWER FROM OUR COMMON SUN
We want to be with our family
We want to hold on to our history
They call it segregation
We don’t want us in their sweet sweet nation
(Sign me up to the army) - The army of the colour blinds
(Sign me up to the army) - The army of the colour blinds
We want to be with our family
We want to hold on to our history
They call it segregation
We don’t want us in their fucking nation
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2. |
Seven Billion World
03:10
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Loneliness she was my devoted companion
And we listened to the eternal song of the ocean
Wasted so many nights under her light I lost track but they are to be a million
And the call themselves friends but they are a fucking intrusion
Solitude is a consequence of a Seven Billion World
(7 000 000 000 World)
You can scream all you want but you’ll never get heard in a Seven Billion World
(7 000 000 000 World)
Solitude is a paradox; see, of a Seven Billion World
(7 000 000 000 World)
You can fight all you want but you’ll never get free in a Seven Billion World (7 000 000 000 World)
Now pepper-spray has become my devoted companion
n’ I always check the door an extra time when I’ll go to bed
I’ve sourced all bars, under the stars I lost track when passing a million
n’ Taste of discomfiture comes with every girl instead
- I never get free! It’s Paradox, see?!
- You never loved me! It’s the Paradox, see?!
- We never agree! It’s Paradox, see?!
- Still you want me! It’s the Paradox, see?!
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3. |
Rescue
03:17
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Things goes down and things goes up
Long sense I figured that I got no luck
All of my friend I have misplaced
And you beautiful was nothing but a waste
Yeah, all my money I spend in that chick
who left me when she had gotten her kick
The good times we had I can not recall
Of anger and disperse I build this wall
etc...
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4. |
The Whistler
03:28
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I’m a savage
Dressed up with a tie
And my hunting ground is shopping centre
I’m a killer
Living out the civilized lie
And here’s a privileged class I can’t enter
THEY CALL ME THE WHISTLER
THEY CALL ME THE TRAITOR
I AM THE UNEASY FEEL
I AM THE CANE IN THEIR WHEEL
I’m a soldier
Fighting the unthankful fight
But my ammunition is running out
I’m a hater
I feel no doubt
And big brother better know I’m ready to bite
You are the whistler
I am the anti-greed
You are the horn blower
I am the anarchy
You are whistler
I am eternal bleed
You are the horn blower
I’m gonna set you free
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5. |
Comeback
02:43
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