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Drop Dead Zone
01:53
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My boss wants to see me, wants to see me alone
See me all alone on my own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The hanging judge sits next to God on his throne
They’re gonna send me down, send me down, to the drop dead zone, to the drop dead zone
The howling of wolves and the caw of the crow,
And I’m down in the valley below, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
My girl’s gonna leave me, gonna leave me alone
Leave me all alone on my own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
My bones are-a creaking, and they’re starting to groan
My brain’s got a mind of its own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The birds up above wanna pick at my bones, the preacher wants to pick at my soul
In the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
Strange kind of sins that I gotta atone
They’re carving out my words in stone, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
Feeling like Edgar Allan Poe
With my tales of the horror and the woe, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The howling of wolves and the caw of the crow,
And I’m down in the valley below, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
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The Happiness Trap
02:31
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I could be a shy boy, looking at sky boy
Always asking why boy, learning how to die boy
I could get the notion, of a happiness potion
Use it as a lotion, step across the ocean
Chorus
I chewed my leg off in the happiness trap
That’s one less leg that I’ll never get back
I took of the reins, shook the chains off my back
And I never looked back at the happiness trap
I could flee the darkness, the existential starkness
Say goodbye to parties, like a kamikaze
I could choose the pain, from a menu of disdain
As I walk this mortal plain, cos I won’t be back again
Chorus
I chewed my leg off in the happiness trap
That’s one less leg that I’ll never get back
I took of the reins, shook the chains off my back
And I never looked back at the happiness trap
I could be a thinker, better than a drinker
Do a bit of yoga, be an esoteric soldier
I could visualize with my eyes upon the prize
Surrender to the lies, eating pie up in the sky
Chorus
I chewed my leg off in the happiness trap
That’s one less leg that I’ll never get back
I took of the reins, shook the chains off my back
And I never looked back at the happiness trap
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3. |
Take Back Our Lives
01:12
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4. |
Skating On Thin Ice
02:58
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5. |
Down With Devices
01:20
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I dont want to teletrabajo
I just want to smoke tobacco
Down with devices
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The Self-Saboteurs Madrid, Spain
The Self-Saboteurs se formó en el calor seco y polvoriento de Madrid en plena pandemia mundial de la mano de Steve Jenkins (guitarra y voz) Chris Neill (bajo y voz) David Simó (batería)
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