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Skaciety - Lost The Plot
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I've lost the plot,
And all I've got,
Seems to me like it's no longer worth a lot,
As all of my friends they have disowned me,
And claimed they'd never wished to have known me.
It goes to show you,
That you don't know who,
Will be the next to let the truth slip through,
It's such a shame they claim I'm to blame but that's my job and,
That will always be the same.
They'll take theirs and I'll take mine like before we'll work this out in time.
I hate to bring back up the past,
But I always was the one laughing last.
I don't repress I'll never change,
Just like deep down I know they'll stay the same.
The next day will reset be just like the last and we'll never question "Why?"
Just let it pass.
I gave a shot,
At being what,
Everyone had already deemed I was not,
But once again I was a failure,
I guess it's just not in my nature.
So why repeat, what's been done before,
Continue on, never to reform?
I don't believe that should be the status quo,
Accepting accepting only what we already know.
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I get violent every single time I leave the house.
The red mist descends and I get my fists out.
Your faults I could list them, well a man of my years and all my wisdom and I’ve seen it all before and I don’t mean to sound so boring. Did I end up bitter and twisted? I blame my flaws on the system. Out on the piss, I miss my kids. The truth is that I don’t give a shit. My brain is full of hate crimes from the mailonline.com and telly in the daytime. Anybody know if I’m joking? No! Habitual epiphanist, I get a bit Phil Mitchell when I raise my fists.
Do as I say, but not as I do, cos you don’t know anything about nothing do you?
I’m a cashlessness converter. When I’m on it, my wallet never heard of inertia. Dear Sir/Madam sit down, have a whip-around. I drink gin then I sing. This country’s going backwards. Why the fuck do I pay my taxes? I could be lying on my back just strapped to a mattress. When he answer the phone like “who dis?” My goodness, what’s with the rudeness! Champagne when I wanna. Gonna state my case with a face full of doner. Come the dawn of the morning it’s the same cos we all fall down the same way.
Just wait til your father comes home and shows you the back of his hand. Cos he promises all that you are is nothing compared to a real man.
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Popes Of Chillitown London, UK
POPES OF CHILLITOWN are a Ska/Dub/Punk band from London, who have been rampaging through the UK scene for the last few years like an unstoppable grooving, skanking juggernaut.
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