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Swine City
02:36
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Protect and serve
Strike a nerve
You do what we say
You must obey!
You have no right
Can’t win this fight
The thin blue lines
We’re saving lives!
We aren’t here to protect you
Just your property, specifically
We will fucking ruin you
And change your life, horrifically
There is nothing you can do
We’ll end your protest forcefully
We will gladly welcome you to your new life right here in Swine City
Remain silent
Or we’ll get violent
Get back in line
Or pay the fine!
Gross incompetence
False pretense
Criminal offense
No consequence!
We aren’t here to protect you
Just your property, specifically
We will fucking ruin you
And change your life, horrifically
(We have the right to remain violent
Nothing we do or say will be held against us in a court of law
You do not have the right to an attorney
Nor do you have any rights at all
Welcome to Swine City!)
We aren’t here to protect you
Just your property specifically
We will fucking ruin you and end your life horrifically
There is nothing you can do
We’ll end your protests violently
We will gladly welcome you to your new life right here in Swine City
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2. |
Spewing Spores
02:40
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Lacking integrity
Void of all decency
Pillar of vulgarity
Get the fuck away from me
I thought you could be trusted
That you were just a little bizarre
Fueled by filth, you lusted
All to become a fucking “rockstar”
You are not welcome here
In this scene or anywhere else
You better just disappear
Before I find a way to end you myself
Not knowing any better is not a valid excuse
Lay one more finger on her and I’ll put you in a noose
You are an open sore, spewing infectious spores
You are every single fucking thing that I abhor
You are not welcome here
In this scene or anywhere else
You better just disappear before I find a way to end you myself
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3. |
Good God!
02:39
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Now I may never have kissed a man before
But god, I can already tell that I’m such a whore
The way your shirt fits so tight
I think you’ve just fuckin’ made my night
Now if you could, just pick me up off the floor
Oh god, oh god, GOOD GOD, I think I’m gay
Like, I don’t really know what else to say
Of course, of course I’m the last to know
I guess all that this really shows
Is I’m oblivious to myself in every way
I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt like this
Now I’m wondering if there’s anything else I might’ve missed
I guess in a way this sheds some light
On feelings that once filled me with such a fright
But anyways, I think I’d probably die if we kissed
Oh god, oh god, GOOD GOD, I think I’m gay
Like, I don’t really know what else to say
Of course, of course I’m the last to know
I guess all that this really shows
Is I’m oblivious to myself in every way
I’m pretty sure this started with Shania Twain
But I can’t really say that she’s to blame
My first show was a guy named Clay
I remember it like it was yesterday
Man, those memories seem to take away all of the pain
Oh god, oh god, GOOD GOD, I think I’m gay
Like, I don’t really know what else to say
Of course, of course, I’m the last to know
I guess all that this really shows
Is that I’m oblivious to myself in every way
Oh god, oh god, GOOD GOD, I think I’m queer
But I don’t really think it’s anything to fear
I know, I know, I’m rather dense
But some things take time, in my defense
And I wouldn’t have me any other way
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4. |
TMG
02:13
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I found god at the 7-eleven
Twitching on the floor as if I was in heaven
How did I get like this?
When suffering became eternal bliss
Walking paranoia day after day
Wondering when it‘ll ever go my way
Everyone has an axe to grind
Out of body and out of my mind
A few more minutes and I’ll be gone
A few more minutes, at least it won’t take long
A few more minutes and I’ll be gone
A few more minutes then I’ll say “so long”
Out of shape
Out of breath
Out of luck
There’s no time left
Out of shape
Out of breath
Out of luck
There’s no time left
A few more minutes and I’ll be gone
A few more minutes, at least it won’t take long
A few more minutes and I’ll be gone
A few more minutes then I’ll say “so long”
Out of shape
Out of breath
Out of luck
There’s no time left
Out of shape
Out of breath
Out of luck
There’s no fucking time left
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5. |
Here’s to You!
01:43
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Here’s to not being good enough
Here’s to never ever following through
Here’s to acting like you’re tough
While everyone is laughing at you
Here’s to every single set back
Here’s to every missed milestone
Here’s to never going on the attack
To never having a seat on the throne
You’ve missed the mark
You’ve jumped the shark
You don’t get it..
Here’s to you!
Oh, here’s to you!
Here’s to you!
Yeah, here’s to you!
Acting like you never gave shit
Acting like it’s not tearing you up inside
Acting rough, like you could take the hit
And swallowing your pride like it’s cyanide
You’ve lost the battle
And now the war
You’re just bore…
Here’s to you!
Oh, here’s to you!
Here’s to you!
Yeah here’s to you!
Here’s to you!
(You’re probably never gonna learn)
Oh, here’s to you!
(But I want to watch you crash and burn)
Here’s to you
(The advice will probably never take)
Yeah, here’s to you!
(But we can’t wait for your will to break)
Here’s to you!
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The Downclines Roanoke, Virginia
Sassy Street Punk from Roanoke VA
Chandler B- Vocals
Chris Tyler- Guitar/ Backing Vocals
Cassie Pray- Bass/ Backing Vocals
Chris Hylton- Drums
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