1. |
All Washed Up
02:24
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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
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2. |
Smoke Wagons
02:56
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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
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3. |
CTRL ALT Defeat
03:29
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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
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4. |
Perm Back and Sides
02:55
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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
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5. |
Crooks
02:08
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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
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6. |
Interlude
01:37
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7. |
Headhunter
01:57
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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
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8. |
Caesar
02:56
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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
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9. |
Leech
03:19
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10. |
Nosebleed
03:30
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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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