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At Your Disposal!
01:03
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Dave is the man that does what he can, if he can’t do it then nobody can
Dave is the man that can never lack, even if you give him ten times of your flack.
If he can’t do it, then nobody can.
Man enough for something, tough enough for fucking, doubling down on absolutely nothing
Dave has fame that proceeds his name with the aim of the game for you to know...
Unlawful Dave at your disposal!
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We Are L.K.
02:10
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So many people, they’re playing in bands, They’re singing their lyrics but they don’t understand, They hit those chords with their nail polished hands, They prance on stage with their punk romance.
When we bust down the gleaming doors Our signal pumping right through the floor We’ll rock your back bone until it’s straight We’ll pound you senseless, til you take the bait.
I don’t know, who the fuck wants in But we’ll keep fighting all the mortal sin With each and everyone in this troop Now I’ll tell you the names of my raging group!
Thad and Oscar on guitars Joe McMahon, he hits em hard Olly Coyne, he shreds them strings We are Lawful Killing, and we’re fucking everything!
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If you can’t stand their demands for things to go to plan then what... (do you do)?
Plant your head up their ass, just that fast you can’t (see a thing)
Sure, you can just ignore all their laws but in the end (you’ll lose)
Sign your name on the line and join my new (gang of goons)
Verbal turns to blood curdle turns to they gurgle - way too fast (too soon)
Protection from the infection of their election to the top (of the queue)
If you can’t contain your rage or put it in a cage then you must (join soon)
Repeat exactly after me, with such ease and turn yourself (to a loon)
The
New
Move
Has risen!
If
You
Want
Some action!
Join
The
LKFD
First division!
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Occupational Fraud
01:22
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Fake it til you make it that’s your plan
Tough guy act doesn’t make you a man
As hard as you are when surrounded in a farce
Can’t even throw a punch when put to the task
It’s just more and more of the same
Ink on your body to cover up your shame
Every single fight was made to measure
A one on one with one of us, there’s nothing I’d like better.
Ducking from suckers who’ll do nothing
Probably half a mile against goons who’ll do something
Now you’ve been exposed and explored
Everyone knows your occupation
Is fraud!
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Partition of the Indians
03:12
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The blood of the slaughtered lamb
Drains out of the wound onto land
The sister soils of generations old
Lines eviscerate what brothers had drawn
I can’t look away
Fathers’ lips are sealed
We can’t turn away
Mothers’ wounds won’t heal
Crossing the line for the last time
If they even make it out alive
Mass exchange in the final fight
Surrender through suicide than submit their pride.
I can’t look away
Trauma paves the fray
We can’t turn away
Tradition of restriction
Partition of the Indians
Restriction of tradition
Partition of the Indians
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Saint's Cure
02:33
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Ashes always ashes and dust goes to dust,
Open in thy name and then waddle in the muck
Religion with a stick
Beat em a little bit
Thicker than a brick
They just don’t know when to quit
A course for the poor
Throw your money at a wall
In the back pocket
Goes more and more
Oh god almighty they know now what they do
Except the ones escaping out of the back from view
CURE OF THE SAINT
Their wealth no help on the final judgment day
Courageous old trick
Now they’ll get a good kick
There’s not just one Saint
So please take your pick!
Your wrists on the chopping board.
Cure of the saint
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Coin Toss
01:46
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You open up your shops, Yes I know your type. Leeches flock around and I don’t know why. You pedal the metal, that shiny reward The people none the wiser now their wallets ain’t full.
Coin toss
Your loss
Smashing on the buttons til you light up your fruit. Stashing up the cash til you lose all your loot Flooding onto pavements for your fag butt fix The owner robbing you with the smack of his lips.
Coin Toss
Your loss
You’ve been around forever, yes I know your kind. Money wasting people while you waste their lives. I’ll pedal some metal right into your shop, So I’ll be the one laughing when the coin is next tossed.
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Labels Fables
02:07
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So we got dragged through the dirt and it hurt
Bubble and squeak, the crop of the cream (boom and bust, hit the dust)
Not cool enough... for any of your stuff.
Label fables, sell you half a story to convince you’re stable
Label fables dangling a thread in front to paw like cable
Label fables offering a seat for you at the table
Labels fables, fairy tales
Has been old men - on the throne, gaze of stone
Circle jerk of all their fellow clerks
The boss of being out of touch (Project on me and you’ll see)
Rough and tough vs sensitive fluff
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Backdraft
02:45
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Bedraggled and beat, they're on the street, can you feel the heat?
They're shooting up lots of god knows what and they're getting it hot til it melts and rots.
Backdraft
Can you smell that?
Backdoor of the city, a backdraft creeps in carrying cries of the pity.
Am I a guilty man turning around where I can? Bearing all that is grand so I can fill up their hands?
Backdraft
Can you smell that?
Would you even try for?
Would you even cry for?
Would you even die for?
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10. |
Telling It Like It Is
02:04
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11. |
Climbing the Ladder
01:58
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Back in this bottomless hole
Decisions repeating their flow
Cyclical sphere sided sucker punch swinging round
Dipping ducking diving down one wrong move and that’s my count OH
Slap in the face cuz I gotta get with it
Kneeling in the soil at my grave that Im digging
My foot’s on the ladder
Under the bridge like a troll,
Pouncing to be paid the toll
Self absorbed until I’m forced to face the facts of recourse
Cables taught round my thoughts, I’m getting back up on the horse
Hammer to the head cuz I didn’t get with it
Diving in the dirt, to my grave That I’ve finished
Pats on the back ain’t the way I’m gonna leave it
Content in the mirror, that’s how I will be preachin
Climbing up the ladder, I just gotta make it
Reaching for the rung, all I gotta do is take it
I’m almost up that ladder
Top of the ladder.
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