1. |
White Cane Bruise
03:45
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Keeping the status quo
To you means more
Than uplifting the poor
Because it’s trendy to feel sore
But your white cane’s on the floor
#makeprejudiceend
Is a paradox when
You’re the cause of the resent
So tell yourself you care again
Because we all know it’s a lie
Could learn to empathise, but why?
White liberals will always be fine
Your privilege will always be blind
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2. |
Drawbridge
03:18
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Pull up the drawbridge
The bad air’s coming
This jingo fever
Is making us sing
Pull up the drawbridge
Let out the crocodiles
It’s knock, draw and loose
And our hate soars for miles
Face down in the sand
His blood on our hands
Landmines in the sand
Our face in our hands
Pull up
The drawbridge
Look here
On these walls
There’s hot oil
And snipers
Watching over
The shores
Pull up
The drawbridge
National pride
We boast
Fly that
Flag high
Over dead kids
On the coast
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3. |
Total Commitment
01:13
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Stop worrying, love the bomb
Keep calm, love the bomb
Stop worrying, trinity is future
Keep calm, it’s only cancer
Nuclear power
Become death, mutually assured
Mass-destruction, mutually assured
Heat-death, the end of the world
Self-destruction, our last words
Nuclear power
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4. |
Towering Narcissus
05:27
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I look up at them
They tower above me
Titans of cold glass consuming concrete
The rich gaze at themselves in their mirror buildings
Towering narcissus stands over my city
Worshipping the destruction of community
Idolising the icons of leisure
Their faces stare at me, eyes dead with joy
Their spikes rise from the floor
Surfaces twist and contort
I sleep in the ground in a concrete cradle
Houses stand empty, hollow sentinels of wealth
Camden benches, monuments of hypocrisy
One hundred spears stab my body
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5. |
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The structure changes
And the lure changes
What is pure changes
We're instructed to outcast those
We now call impure
For the interest of the red, white and blue
On the flag on the mast outside
Of the house of the cunt on the lash
Who's necking fuck tonnes
And giving a fuck tonne of cash
To the man to blame for his life
Staying the same without any of the
Flame or flash he expected
When he saw Roger
Moore on his telly
With a flash girl and a firebird
With his belly full of jelly
Because of the grub he scoffs
With two fingers up to the toffs
I'll just sit here
Nailing tent pegs to my forehead
With crossed eyes
And TV static
I'll turn
Everything
Blue
Imagine a world where we produce Rolex
Where your legs
Are on the block
In the name
Of the oversized mane of a cock
With an oversized pile of wad
Licence supported by the cane
Of those in power
Determined to provide a demise
To those unfortunate enough
Not to possess the knowledge
To end their misery
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6. |
Crutch
00:33
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Overfed Londoners privately taught
Thinking they’re underground
Rubbing their paint on the wall
Make-up won’t buy back your soul
A sniff of coke and you’ve lost the accent
Corporate pop with commercial intent
So pissed you barely walk
And all you do is talk
Shite
Your head in your postmodern arse
Your radical opinions are a fucking farce
Talking for the people you hate so much
On and off the stage your ego is your crutch
Pick it up
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I eat my brain on a plate
And with holy water
He feeds me grapes
All day I wait
Don't question my faith
For it's given me
A damp street corner
To spread his favours
And preach his flavours
Not to question my faith
All day I wait
Excuse me, sir, can you donate?
So my preacher can put a Maserati
Behind his gates
God's favourite sports car
Is it your time I waste?
Am I losing my mind,
Alone in this corner?
I'll do thy bidding, master
I'll do thy bidding
My sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
lord
I'll do thy bidding, master
Whatever you ask of me
I'll do it for free
I'll do it for fucking free
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CHIHUAHUA Manchester, UK
Noise-rock/post-rock music from the Manchester underground. Independent, uncompromising, and experimental.
2019-2022.
Links:
linktr.ee/chihuahuaband
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