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Stay Human
05:17
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Bug-eyed
Seventeen and you're ancient
Here is your replacement
You're insignificant now
And you say that you've never felt so done for
Can't take a stalemate no more
So I leave the bathroom with you
I wish I could be comforting like those creepy kids in American Movies
I wish I could be comforting but all I'll ever tell you is
Stay human
Stay human
Stay human
Stay
Look sharp
Here comes another creature
Something from the future
Well honey you're insignificant now
And watch it
You're too sharp
You're fucking wasted
Got the cure and laced it
With an old friends cry
As you say
"I'm not drunk no I just see things differently to the way I did
When I started this... When I started this"
You tell me
"I'm not drunk oh no I just see things
Differently to the way I did"
And it always ends with you
It always ends with you
It always ends with you
It always it always
But I know
That you'd only laugh cos
Stay human
Is my epitaph and I'll preach it
To anyone who cares to listen
And if you should feel blind and weightless
Don't be scared
I got this
I promise you
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Here Come the Drums
04:16
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Well I was out in the Holy Land
Dealing with Arabs and Kings
Oh I was sipping the silence
In between the scimitar swings
The blond locks of the desert
Ancient relics of you
And your Aryan ideals
In between the red and the blue
And I know when I left
I made a pact
But since when did you dress
Exclusively in black
And here come the drums
With their confetti hand grenades
Here come the drums
Yeah they tell me that I'll be made
And it's just common sense
Ain't nothing if not a daunting distance
In the city of God
In the city of God
Well I fought with a rifle and murdered
But a good soldier ought
But now people walk by me
With coffee cups and liberal thoughts
The blond locks of the desert
Only remind me of you
And the sight of you waving
From in between the petrol fumes
But here come the drums
With their throats hoarse as animals
Here come the drums
And we're all fucking cannibals
Here come the drums
Yeah they tell me I'll be known hence
Here come the drums
Well they tell me it's common sense
And time's just a pretence
Ain't nothing if not a daunting distance
Where I went wrong
This is where I went wrong
"Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!"
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The Otherside London, UK
South east London quintet, who play visceral post-punk fused with psychedelic rock and jangle pop.
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