Born into Rags to Die No Richer

by Dead Harts

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released 31 October 2012

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Dead Harts Sheffield, UK

Dead Harts were founded in late 2009 and hail from Sheffield in the North of England. Influenced by the likes of The Chariot, Norma Jean and Gwen Stacy; Harts deliver songs with an unrivaled raw passion and live energy.

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Track Name: All Washed Up
We’ll drink this hole dry

And paint the town red on a Friday night

Just to feel young again

You’re my guilty pleasure

Cause desperate times call for double measures

You should take a look at yourself



You’re all washed up

And shit out of luck

And you’re just vexed cause I don’t give a fuck

You’re just vexed cause I don’t give a fuck

You’re all washed up and shit out of luck



You don’t wanna be hanging around

Dead in the gutter’s where you’ll be found

Cause you’re clutching at straws

Is there really nothing in your life?

Nothing at all



Pick it up, pick it up

This is all we need and all we’ve got



All we need and all we’ve got
Track Name: Smoke Wagons
Searching for something more

In social disgust we wage a war

So bring us our bounty

Tarnished with disbelief



Living a life of lust

But never luxury

Her broken heart

Our broken trust

A shattered family

So say the word and I am gone

And stop

Stop holding on

To an endeavour prolonged



Your misery is the headline story

Seen by all and used by all

My weathered conscience

My strung out bones

But don’t gaze upon her eyes you’ll be cast to stone

So pick yourself up off the ground

There’s no answers in the bottom of a bottle

That’s what I’ve found

That’s what I’ve found



Oh believer believe

We're swimming against the tide

With armed archers on the hillside

It’s time to decide what’s right

Whether we retreat or fight

Torn between two different cloths

My mind was made up but now it’s not

You’ve made your choice its clear to me

A new girl

The high life

The big city

That’s what I’ve found



Oh believer believe

We’re swimming against the tide

Oh believer believe

With armed archers on the hillside

Oh believer believe
Track Name: CTRL ALT Defeat
We’re digging up the guns for broken Britain

For all the words that we have wrote in the songs we’ve written

I propose a toast to all the villains

We’re digging up the guns for broken Britain



Stay in your homes

The streets are filled with thugs and firearms

Who have overrun our towns for far too long

And I, for one, will not sit back and be told I’m wrong for digging up the guns



We have become the minority

Let down by our government and authority

And I have never been so happy to say these words

So scream with me

Fuck the suits

Cause eventually you will all hear our sound in every city and every town



I said born into rags to die no richer

The question you’ve gotta ask yourself is how do we take back our livelihoods and industries

This is only but a taste of what’s to come



Just to make you proud
Track Name: Perm Back and Sides
We charge with lions by our sides

But live in fear of the wolves that we’ve cried

So fuck your friends and fuck your pride

You’ll never take me alive



Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze

We’ll never change our ways



Will I ever get out of this game

I would give anything not to feel this lame

I need something to pull me through this each and every day



This town isn’t big enough for the both of us

So take your best shot

Let’s see what you have fucking got



In this city you can buy anyone or anything

Let’s see the colour of your money



Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze

We will never change our ways
Track Name: Crooks
I hate to break this to you

The way this train is rolling is clearly out of your reach

We can’t afford to drag our feet

Now we’re reborn

Upon our sides is yet another thorn



Just when you thought I’d let my guard down

I stop you right in your tracks

Too many times I’ve made a rod for my own back



But now I’m still here walking down these streets with my fucking head held high

No feeling of defeat, just an overwhelming rush of relief

To know you’re gone and know you’re never coming back



So sick of your empty threats and shooting the shit

So do your fucking worst bitch



Let it be, the past is dead we’re history

Let it be, I’m stronger now you will see

Let it be, you’ll move on eventually

Let it be, the past is dead we’re history
Track Name: Headhunter
Did I stutter when I said

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Parading around with your heads in the clouds

Thinking how the fuck you got this far



Did I stutter when I said

Fuck you



Me and my friends we hate you all

Me and my friends are rock and roll



Off with their heads

Kill them in their beds



Why didn't you give up when you had the chance

Before you get chewed up and spit out

Just like the rest of them

You're all stuck in a passing trend



So fuck you all and once again your shitty ass band

And here is my middle finger to all your fans



Off with their heads
Track Name: Caesar
Burn thoses witches at the stakes

Hold your own

Look alive

We attack at day break



Im a heart breaker

Life changer

And the wildest cat you’ve ever met



So take your knife out of my back

Daybreak is here



We attack

We attack

Knife in my

Back



So don’t bail

When the butcher bites back

Can you smell the venom on her breath

on her breath



Just one more thing before you're dead

You're hanging by the thinnest thread



And can't you see there's nothing left



So I thank you for inspiring me to take

A step in the right direction

To lead me to victory



Look alive

Hold your own

Look alive

Hold your own

Look alive



Because of you I will never confide in a single soul again

We were always better as just friends

Cause you never fucking loved me anyway

I hope your crystals keep you company



The moment my back is turned

You're consumed by him

A valuable lesson well learned

But he’ll never win



Cause you're nothing to me and you never have been



The moment my back is turned

You're consumed by him

But he’ll never win



Because of you I will never confide in a single soul again