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Fasty Weedily
02:31
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It's getting harder and harder to believe
You living in the same world as me?
Shouldn't be difficult to see
We're simply content to let it be
Well I'm not dead yet, time to get living
Fuck just existing
Sitting, wasting, hoping, wishing
Same old song, with no one listening
You fucking owe this to yourself
To find a little self worth
Stop killing time with whining eyes
In the end we all return to dirt
It's getting further and further to retrieve
Our misplaced so called dignity
Should be priority number one
Drop the act and get it done
I'm not spent yet, a little fight left
Fuck misgivings
Standing, focused, vocal, redeeming
brand new song, are you listening?
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2. |
The Deep
01:37
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I see him on the corner begging for change
“Hey Mister, can you spare a dollar”
I say why don’t you get a job
Then I think, “Why the fuck I even bother”
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down with it
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down with it
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down
We’re going down!
To the deep.
I see him on the corner begging for change
“Hey Mister, don’t you hear us holler”
All he’s asking for is a a lousy job
And I think “Why the fuck I even bother”
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down with it
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down with it
This ship is sinking and we’re all going down
We’re going down!
We’re going down!
We’re going down!
To the deep.
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3. |
Whom Say Ye That I Am?
02:10
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How many lives has your bumper sticker saved today?
I was so lost but your sedan guides my way
Your drive by education always get in the last word
Dogged assertions, by the herd, most preferred
One track mind is becoming concerning
Keeps you in line and free of learning
If you're scared to death of burning
Could it be that you're deserving?
Did your billboard save any embryos today?
Can your Lord help fix my "problem" of being gay?
This was just a road trip but thanks for the revelation
My life was so empty now I can spend it on my knees
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4. |
Help Me Get The Lid Off
02:05
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I gave all my reasons, you changed with the seasons
Accomplishing nothing at all
A half hearted effort it's no wonder you're left out
Making excuses to fail
I dared to dream an impossible dream
And through my efforts I grew strong
So believe me when I say I'm sad it went this way
But I'm glad the bond was strong
Now help me get the lid off
What do you have left inside ?
Help me get the lid off
Show me what you find
The seal has been broken the song is outspoken
Energy flies wall to wall
No one is in the pub it appears that we'll be snubbed
That's not going to stop us at all
Hearts on torn sleeves heed the call
Come and fill this empty pit
Help me to sing, I want my ears to ring
If you don't like it fuck off
Now help me get the lid off
What do you have left inside?
Help me get the lid off
Show me what you find
Help me get the lid off
you know that you wanna
All that you wanted is never forbidden
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5. |
Junior
01:17
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Give it to me
I want something for nothing
I've got no ambition
But I'll take it for free
Unrecompensed
for all my hoop jumping
You can take comfort
In servicing me
Narcissistic ignorant ass hole
Did daddy hit you
Misogynistic racist homophobic
Poster child for birth control
I want it all
To fall in my lap
Fuck other people
It's never my fault
I'll dish it out
if returned I'll snap
Vicious unwarranted brain dead
Assault
These days it's just endless griping
Calling others out on your own faults
No signs of any lamenting
All eyes are on you tonight
Narcissistic ignorant ass hole
Did mommy touch you
Misogynistic racist homophobic
Poster child for birth control
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6. |
Fat Cat Scat
02:46
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There's a trigger inside my head perpetually depressed
This doesn't make sense, civil unrest no trust for me
I slog along in this machine, my loves, my life till my dying scene
I remain homosapien
So you tell me your lies, bills payed, no dime
I'm on lost time, losing my mind
My hands been dealt
Can't help but want to scream when I hear "the American dream"
My problems more Canadian
Up the creek, got no paddle, you ride along ass in saddle
Question is, who holds the reigns
And still you tell me your lies, bills payed, no dime
I'm on lost time, losing my mind
My hands been dealt
But now
I am awakening
Yeah, i sit and stare at this shattered scheme
As I make my way in a dying scene
I'm finely walking a jagged line
With me there's no white flag
You can knock me down, drag me out
I'll get back up, yeah I'll get mine
To my last breath before the ground
You can bet your ass your going down
Yeah I'll get mine
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Thirty Helens Stratford, Ontario
Four dudes with a love for 90's skate punk, playing music that stands for something (kind
of).
Thirty Helens agree... Thirty Helens is punk as fuck.
Proud members of the Synicalist Records family.
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