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Fast- short melodic punk
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Lyrics
I'm Holding up my hands
And I'm asking you
You're living in a world where no-ones true
You're getting out of bed late everyday
And everybody's tired of the things you say.
Go to the doctor
Ask him for his help
Coz everyone's asleep
And I'm lying in a heap
The worlds at war
And I don't know what for
It's shit
You're picking me to pieces
And I don't know what to do
I'm walking into hell when I'm standing next to you
Your words are like firing squad they scare me half to death
And you kill me with the lies you tell in every last breath
And I'm asking you
You're living in a world where no-ones true
You're getting out of bed late everyday
And everybody's tired of the things you say.
Go to the doctor
Ask him for his help
Coz everyone's asleep
And I'm lying in a heap
The worlds at war
And I don't know what for
It's shit
You're picking me to pieces
And I don't know what to do
I'm walking into hell when I'm standing next to you
Your words are like firing squad they scare me half to death
And you kill me with the lies you tell in every last breath
lengold
Ben, that was fast - I'd love to watch that drummer. I think he'd be dead within a week. As usual great song/production. Your album must be finished now - are you going for the double?
Cheers
Len