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No home
02:09
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Left all these years behind
Can't remember any names
Glimpses of faces are all I can recall
Doors open, not a sound
Same shit, a different town
Should have seen the writing on the wall
Lost where we're going
Still on our own!
We got no home.
No sign of lonely
Still on our own!
We got no home.
Right turn and straight ahead
Still waters hold the dead
No dropping anchor if you fall
Remnants, lie on the pavement.
Choruses echo down the hall.
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Shake the crown
02:24
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Put it up
Turn it down
Street sign of liberty are shades of grey
Through the dirt
There's a smile
Cut a grin with Glasgow style
Kick the walls of the house
gonna find that king
Go! Stay!
Take it all from yesterday!
Keep the faith lit
Never put it down
This is how we shake the crown
Back to back
Eyes forward
Hear no evil, take no orders
Street signs of liberty are shades of grey
With empty hands
Scratch out new
Hymns of glory
Kick the walls of the house
gonna find that king
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Scars remain ours
03:07
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Home late, grabbed the bass from its bed.
Old friend from a life he once led
When he shaved his head
Notes raise emotions from the dead
Dark stains mar the wood where finders bled.
Keep the memories fed.
Scars remain ours so the story carries on
Sleeves now cover ink that's left to fade
No sign of the havoc she once made
Every hand was played
Back then was a personal crusade
Punk rock as a cultural grenade
Have the (memories) stayed?
Scars remain ours to remind us that we're still surviving
Scares remain ours so the story carries on
Because we're all getting older
Ours minds may be slower
But hear the heart
Yeah, here's the part
That kept us strong and true
Death will come for us all
Keep the fire from your youth.
Stop! When did it end?
How did we come to this safe point with no strength to defend?
It's time to move forward
Either we sink or you swim
Till the light grows dim
Scars remain ours to remind us all that we've bled along the way
Scars remain ours to remind us all that we're still surviving
Scars remain ours so the story carries on
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United at last
02:40
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You gotta do what you gotta do
You ain't one of the chosen few
But you got the heart to make it work.
You gotta plan you got the tools
You know the words and sullen rules
Sang that song one thousand times.
United at last
United at last
We're the ones who can to change the past
Hey oh
Way oh
Calling out to the working class
No doubts no fears on your own mind
The fucking last of what's been said to you
Determinate
Eliminate
Someone by one in every town
Is ready
Follow!
Hit the ground
The underdogs are waking up!
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5. |
Hell
02:37
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Midnight to nowhere.
All the tracks lead underground.
The stench of death and you know
that someone´s home.
Straight up the aisle through the crowd.
This alter feeds an endless roam.
The hammer hits
and iron rings
A curtain rips
The choir sings.
An homage, to our souls.
We´re down at hell.
(No hope for those who enter)
Lost nights and broken ears.
I´d rather be myself
than give back those years.
Turn back, fall down.
Staircase of the damned.
The feeling´s true, and you know you´re on the way…
Down!
Into the cry of Wasteland.
Where no man sees the light of day.
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