1. |
Mongrels
02:25
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Arms open
Eyes wide
Across the dunes
Face the tide
Blue as sapphire
Cold as ice
Sea grass
Sacrifice
Clouds gather
Roads straight
History
Don't seal your fate
Small island
Rugged face
Past bloody
With a warm embrace
Fuck your purity
Fuck your purity
Fuck your purity
Fuck your purity
A nation of mongrels
A multinational melting pot
Does not mean dilution
A nation of mongrels
A multinational melting pot
Does not mean dilution
Face the tide
Face the tide
(Face the tide)
Face the tide
(Face the tide)
Face the tide
(Face the tide)
Face the tide
(Face the tide)
Face the tide
Jade garden
Warn moist
Moss gathers
Now rejoice
Never purebred
Nor dull
Ever hungry
We're never full
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2. |
(Dis)parity
00:39
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Rich man goes to rehab
Poor man goes to jail
Little hope and less cash
Little wonder why they fail
Females fight for parity
Equality of pay
Politics not clarity
Don’t believe a word they say
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3. |
Multi-Purpose Pit Song
02:26
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Running round
With chicken arms
Like poor cooped up bastards
In battery farms
Thrusting up red flags
To piss off the neighbours
Making our money
With favours for sailors
Mixing in politics
To boost our credentials
T-shirts and beards
They’re AWAP essentials
Fascists! Bullies!
You’ll cower in our wake!
But rather than beat you
We’ll bake you a cake
Welcome to
Our multi-purpose pit song
Don’t stand the edges
You know it won’t last long
Get involved
In this crazy pit song
It’s for the weak
As well as the headstrong
We’re all you need
Come feed us feed
We’ll make you bleed
Ya ha ha ha
Writhing round
With restless legs
Our dirty underwear
Is all encrusted with smeg
Pointing at tories
And making a fart sound
Grinding out riffs
Will make your head pound
Chopping up genres
To fuck with your brain cells
Chopping up veggies
For those vegan bum smells
Metallers! Punks!
You’ll die in our mosh!
You’re all dirty grebos
You all need a wash
Welcome to
Our multi-purpose pit song
Don’t stand at the edges
You know it won’t last long
Crack a grin
Let’s hope it’s not shit song
We’ll make you rockin’
Until we taste your feet pong
Until we taste your feet pong
Until we taste your feet pong
We’re all you need
Come feed us feed
We’ll make you bleed
Ya ha ha ha
Running round
With chicken arms
Like poor cooped up bastards
In battery farms
Thrusting up red flags
To piss off the neighbours
Making our money
With favours for sailors
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4. |
30-Second Finger Blast
00:39
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Stop trying
Start buying
Stop trying
Start buying now
Retail therapy
It's not good for me
Retail therapy
It's not good for me
Stop shopping
Start bopping
Stop shopping
Start bopping now
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5. |
Arboreally Yours
03:52
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Buff arms
Ripped legs
Are no use with an empty head
Open mouth
Closed mind
Opinions flow from your behind
So far
So what
Is that really all you got?
No words
And just noise
It must be great to be one of the boys
Look closer and see
Can’t see the wood
For the trees
Look closer and see
Can’t see the wood
For those...
I’m on drink
I’m on drugs
Look down your nose
At conformist mugs
Your life’s
So great
It’s the rest make you irate
They’re all
The same
Not fit to breathe your name
Don’t fret
Don’t frown
Hope you enjoy your crown
So maybe I’m jealous?
Yeah it could have been me
I’m the wood cutter
Here to chop your tree
Maybe I’m jealous?
Yeah should it be me?
I’m the wood cutter
Here to chop your tree
The branch in my eye
Distorts my view
Projects all my fears
My fears my fears
Back at you
The branch in my eye
Distorts my view
Projects my fears
My fears my fears
Back at you
A-go! A-go!
A-go! A-go!
A-go! A-go!
A-go! A-go!
Ooo, Suella Braverman
Ooo, Suella Braverman
You’re a racist cunt!
The branch in my eye
Distorts my view
Projects my fears
My fears my fears
Back at you
The branch in my eye
Distorts my view
Projects my fears
My fears my fears
Back at you
I’m lost in the forest
All alone
The girl was never there
I’m lost in the forest
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6. |
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Lost for so long
With filth covered eyes
Head to the front
Atomic sunrise
March to a new beat
A foe in disguise
Mushroom cloud rising
Strange dust in my eyes
Strange dust in my eyes
AWAP! AWAP! Oh!
Hey now c’mon
Give me my uniform
Out for my country
Saluting my flag
Load on a missile
And clip on a mag
People below me
Are smaller than ants
Machine guns and cruisers
Destroyers and tanks
AWAP! AWAP!
AWAP! AWAP! Oh!
Hey now c’mon
Give me my uniform
Hey now c’mon
Give me my uniform
Pretty cloud
Sending death
I feel the skin
Slough off my neck
Feel my eyelids
Reach my cheek
My genitalia’s
Past my knees
Salute the emperor
I feed his need
A call to arms
A bow to greed
See my president
I read his tweets
Mainline
Straight to me
In Afghanistan out in Syria
From Russia to Nigeria
United Kingdom to the Ukraine
Across the water to the USA
For the lost, the weak, the feeble
Ant Walking Alligator People!
Snowflakes, known as sheeple
Ant Walking Alligator People!
For the lost, the weak, the feeble
Ant Walking Alligator People!
Snowflakes, known as sheeple
Ant Walking Alligator People!
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AWAP Ipswich, UK
Ant Walking Alligator People (Noun)
1. Name given by survivors of Hiroshima to people
horrifically disfigured by the atomic blast.
2. A five-piece band of brothers (AWAP) forced together by fate and bad luck to play massive riffs, catchy hooks and spit angry bile on behalf of the voiceless. Oh, and to grin like bastards whilst doing it.
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