1. |
What You Want In Bed
01:47
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That policeman in your head
Won’t let you say what you want in bed
That policeman on your scene
That motherfucker won’t let you dream
That policeman in your heart
That fucking dickhead won’t let you start
That policemen in your brain
That motherfucker won’t let you explain
What you want
In bed
What you want
In bed
That policeman in your head
Won’t let you say what you want in bed
That policeman on your scene
That motherfucker won’t let you dream
That policeman in your heart
That fucking dickhead won’t let you start
That policemen in your brain
That motherfucker won’t let you explain
What you want
In bed
What you want
In bed
That policeman in your head
Won’t let you say what you want in BED
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2. |
Architects
02:02
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I failed at being trans
I failed at shaving and emotional stability
Failed to not have doubts
Or freak out in the middle of the night
Couldn’t stop rolling my eyes
At the internet discourse I’m meant to like
Failed at selling my body
Or working in a library
Dragged to my grave by wholesome old ladies
When all I wanted to do was fuck right there on the issues desk
Then go outside and burn stuff
Couldn’t grow out of puberty
Or stop the hairs on my head turning grey
Failed to find the right words to describe our bodies
WE’RE WORTH MORE THAN OUR PRODUCTIVITY (x3)
WE’RE WORTH MORE THAN OUR AUTHENTICITY
I failed to find love or form close bonds
Or keep my parents happy
Failed to stick to non-exploitative pornography
Failed at holding my alcohol or staying awake
When my friends were saying
Let’s go out let’s go out let’s go out let’s go out
Failed at feeling any sense of belonging
Just came apart at the seams periodically
But it’s OK it’s OK it’s OK it’s OK
WE’RE WORTH MORE THAN OUR RESPECTABILITY (x3)
WE’RE ALL ARCHITECTS OF OUR OWN DESTRUCTION ANYWAY
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3. |
Fuck This Country
01:36
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Fuck this fucking country
Every racist Grindr guy
Fuck this fucking country
Every word the papers say
Fuck this fucking country
Passport checks in surgeries
Fuck this fucking country
Pick a story pick a day
Fuck this country (x2)
National day of mourning
but then so was the century
only an asshole would be
proud of their country (x2)
From the wrong place? You can't stay!
Fuck this fucking country
Death by UKBA
Fuck this fucking country
Now they want the poor destroyed
Death by rich white Eton boys
And Theresa May
Fuck this fucking country
Pick a story pick a day
Fuck this country (x2)
National day of mourning
but then so was the century
only an asshole would be
proud of their country (x2)
Only an asshole would be
proud of their country
Only an asshole would be
proud of their country
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4. |
Future/Past
01:43
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In the future the past
Will come bite you on the ass
Maybe on your deathbed
Whether prolonged or short
And you’re shaking at the knees
And you will be undone
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes here it comes
And the older you get
The harder it becomes
To pretend you are friendly
Good kind and strong
And your insides are creaking
Yes they’re falling apart
And your nemesis is coming
He is shaped like your heart
In the future the past
Will come bit you on the ass
Maybe on your deathbed
Whether prolonged or short
And you’re shaking at the knees
And you will be undone
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes here it comes
HERE IT COMES HERE IT COMES!
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5. |
Carriage
01:14
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All the boys in the carriage
Thinking they’re so tough
Trying to work out if you’ve got a dick or not
They look you up and down
And they look you in the crotch
You look them in the eye
Pretend there’s something they forgot
They scrabble for their phones
Parts of us we’re meant to hate
But boy or girl I won’t ever be straight (x2)
All the guys with their mates
They’re all fronting up
Trying to decide if you’re a boy or girl or what
Something they can beat or something they can fuck
Can’t look you in the eye
But they all talk so tough
Get them when they’re alone
Parts of us we’re meant to hate
But boy or girl I won’t ever be straight (x2)
I won’t ever be straight
I won’t ever be straight
PARTS OF US WE’RE MEANT TO HATE BUT BOY OR GIRL I WON’T EVER BE STRAIGHT!
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6. |
Dog
01:29
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When I said I wanted to be your dog
I only meant so you could tie me up
I only meant so I could lick the crumbs
That fell under your table
I only meant so you could walk me around
All naked on the floor with my nose to the ground
On a leash
And have me doing tricks for you
I don't wanna pretend that I don't feel anything (x3)
But I don't wanna say anything
Girl you’re not the girl of my dreams
No you’re more like a symptom of low self-esteem
And boy you’re not a boy to rival James Dean
Just a fleeting distraction in a habitual bad dream
But I’m still chasing sticks for you
I don't wanna pretend that I don't feel anything (x3)
But I don't wanna say anything
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Twinken Park London, UK
Flaming queer and transsexual punk trio. Second EP, 'Flowers' is OUT NOW! containing four songs of snarling rage, dark humour and filthy power chords from a band with its head stuck somewhere between 1990 and 2001
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