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Trying
02:50
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Well now, looks like I’m something
Designed to keep me up at night
Looks like, it’s not for nothing
But knowing why don’t make it right
Got that right
Now you’re fighting with me
I’ll be fine
Guess we’ll just have to see
Got that sense of dread now
Finding out just what I’ll be
Got that you been there, but
Why you got to take it out on me?
Got that right
Now you’re fighting with me
I’ll be fine
Guess we’ll just have to see
Try and explain
The words get in the way
Fuck your language
I know what I’m trying to say
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2. |
Fight Back
02:32
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Mouthpiece to spread your lies
A rubber bullet for the tribe
We’ll look you in the eye
We’re not running away
Not content to knock it down
Hide the truth let us drown
We won’t let you own our town
We’re not running away
Fight back
Holding shields to hide your fears,
Racist hate for poison ears
Clouds of gas but we shed no tears
We’re not running away
Free speech when it suits you
Human lives? drive on through
Now the foot is in the other shoe
We’re not running away
Fight back
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Chains
03:22
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One in a thousand
Out in the crowd
Controls nine hundred
Of all we’ve got
They say it’s our right now
To vote them out
Two-headed coin toss
To get the same result
They say that you have a choice
But all you can really change
Is the length and colour of your chains
City stands by
They develop property
And turn and sell us
On austerity
They’ve made their choice
Now we’re out on the street
Don’t let the bosses
Tell us what we need
They say that you have a choice
But all you can really change
Is the length and colour of your chains
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4. |
Surfing Detective
02:03
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Fat man and a cold war
Tiny hands and a cold war
My mind on a cold war
Big hands and a mind war
High times and a big war
Tiny mind in a cold war
My time in a hand war
Orange cold in a time war
World means nothing if words mean nothing
Words are nothing if mind is nothing
I’m something cos words meant something
If words are nothing then I mean nothing
Words are something that I mean nothing that hands say something to minds are nothing if hands say time is mind is orange then I mind colour of might mean something
We’ve all gone blind
There is no right mind
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Don't Call it a Comeback
02:39
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Let’s check in, it’s been a while
A shady beast from back in the day
Just hangin out
Just hangin out
My days not spent idly
I wrote a book of beat poetry
I’ll read it now
I’ll act it out
Wouldn’t guess it would you?
I am
I don’t
I’m not (not here to cry about it)
I am (not just a big pair of feet)
My best days in front of me
Much more than a brown yeti
That’s some pair of feet
That’s some big pair of feet
A million likes for this clip of me
Try a pitch a TV movie
I’ll sell it at Cannes
Try to sell it at Cannes
Or a short Netflix series
I am
I don’t
I’m not (not here to cry about it)
I am (not just a big pair of feet)
We’re all family
Know the real me
Big heart, hairy
Handsome, big feet
I am (not here to cry about it)
I don’t (not just a big pair of feet)
I’m not (not here to cry about it)
I am (not just a big pair of feet)
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ffirth Brisbane, Australia
post-hardcore, post-punk, grunge,
lo-fi
est. 2016
Chris: guitar, vocals
Roman: bass, vocals
Jim: drums
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