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Shame Warne
02:39
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Lift up your head, or soon you'll be dead. You'll soon be dead, yes I'll be dead.
And I know with death there's no coming back, (there's no coming..)
So forgive me for wanting to disapear, and escape this place that I can't bare. So forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!
Another day on the line, another day full of crime, another day fucked outta my mind.
3 days running straight, whitelines and no colgate, gimme another beer. Give me some fucking gear!
My breath stinks, my body reaks, I can't feel my own fucking feet.
Turned into someone that I hate, oh fuck the comedown is late.
I needa get, I gotta get off this bender!
But I can't, no I can't, no I can't control myself. So rack another line, I wanna feel the tingle down my spine. Rack another line! I need to feel that tingle down my spine.
Cocaine! Cocaine! Numbs my brain, heals the pain.
Cocaine! Cocaine! My fucking ball and chain.
Cocaine! Cocaine! Numbs my brain, heals the pain.
Cocaine! Cocaine! Nice bowlin' Shane!
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Stick On Tic
01:37
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I gotta skateboard, I gotta skateboard.
I gotta block of Vic's and a fuckin' stick on tic.
Four dollar schooners, four dollar schooners.
I gotta bag of rack, me and Caz are fucking gacked!
Nose broken
Still cokin'
Lungs chockin'
Still chain smoking
Premature ejaculation, fucking gives Caz such frustration.
The only way that I can cum, is if you bend me over, bend me over, fuck me in the bum.
So bend me over and strap it on, fuck me in the arse, all night long.
Bend me over and strap it on, fuck my Greek arse all night long.
PEG ME!
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Urethane
02:52
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Throw it down to the concrete ground. This is where I feel free.
This is where my minds at ease.
So get the fuck outta my way. I'm comin' through and there's nothing you can do. So get the fuck outta my way!
Away from all the guilt, away from all the self neglect, away from all the bullshit mess I've slapped into my fucking head.
Take back the streets. They are ours.
Wallies and ollies and supersized nollies.
Kickies and spliffy's, filled with sticky icky.
Bags in bags, filled with beer and wax.
Sunny days in the streets, raining days in the underground.
We lurk hard, lurking the streets that we've made our own.
That we've made our home.
SKATE OR DIE
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Garlic Nun Melbourne, Australia
welcum to the nunnery
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