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That Social Angst
01:26
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You find me fun to be with,
But don't miss me when I leave.
I'm a part of the circle
When the circle sees fit.
But if caring's too much work,
You won't give a shit.
Unwanted, unneeded.
My presence is optional.
Unwanted, unneeded.
You barely know when I'm gone.
You don't mind leaving me out.
But because I'm different, it must be my fault.
I'm a piece of the puzzle,
Too often left in the box.
In can't be just because
I'm unorthodox.
Unwanted, unneeded.
My presence is optional.
Unwanted, unneeded.
You barely know when I'm gone.
You barely know when I'm gone!
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Still in the Dark
01:54
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There's a man in the dark, watching from far away.
Mind in the past; body in the present day.
Out-dated ideas of what makes a real man.
Not a fan of blacks but it's gays that he can't stand.
His roots are set in ancient soil.
This old dog's not learning any new tricks.
(Still in the dark!)
The apple's falling further from the tree,
And we don't agree.
“Gays get their pansy asses sent straight to hell.”
He knows it's true because it's as his dad used to tell.
“Immigrants are spongers; they're just here for a rest.”
He's never shy to voice the fact that England's the best.
His ship's not changing its course.
His dad's compass still shows him the right way.
He shares his spite through ink and a quill.
The whole world's moving forward but he's just standing still.
Still in the dark!
A group stuck back in time.
Back in the day.
Hey hey!
Hey hey!
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Little Guantanamo
02:31
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If your voice is loud enough,
You can bet you'll be put away.
The ones in charge can't have you making
Righteous attempts to sway
The minds of the well-behaved.
You thought that the story was over.
Well say hello to Little Guantanamo.
They'll say nothing's going on,
And go on with the show.
You don't need to technically
Have done or said anything,
As long as they get an inkling
That you could be harbouring
Dangerous ideas.
You thought that the story was over.
Well say hello to Little Guantanamo.
They'll say nothing's going on,
And go on with the show.
Keeping a lid on the Muslims and political activists.
Those with the guts to try and make a change will be isolated.
Using the CMUs to keep provocateurs to themselves.
They're halting the flow of free ideas by throwing them in cells.
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Predator of the Internet
01:29
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The jungle of the Internet
Has its share of carnivores.
Dig their teeth into the weak
Or anything they won't ignore.
Preying on anyone you can.
Predator of the Internet.
Thriving on other's pain
When they're the ones who need help.
They hide behind a username
And mastermind a callous game.
Causing strife just because you can.
Coward of the Internet.
Coward! Coward! Coward!
Does it help you to escape yourself,
When for once you can be the one on top?
We are not the losers here; that honour goes to you.
Your smokescreen of power is one I can see right through.
You are so see-through!
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Sexy Mother
00:14
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Sexy mother! (Sexy mother!)
Sexy mother! (Sexy mother!)
Sexy mother! (Sexy mother!)
Jiner jiner jiner jiner jiner jiner jiner jiner jiner!
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