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I Wanna Live
03:54
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Climbing the walls got nothing to do
Clock is ticking, life’s too slow
I wanna go where you never sleep
I want action all the time
Got a dead man’s hand and time is out of reach
I don’t want your pity, I want to live
Don’t stop me now when I’m going to the city
Got a deathwish and a bum’s dream
Living my life on the line
I want action all the time
Got a dead man’s hand and time is out of reach
I don’t want your pity, I want to live
I wanna, I wanna, wanna live
I wanna, I wanna, wanna live
I wanna live
Skulking the closed bars at night
I find some action, I cling too tight
Used to live by government’s decreet
Contagious danger to society
Got a dead man’s hand and time is out of reach
I don’t want your pity, I want to live
A child is born without sin,
Changes come like the turn of a page
Bodies filled with alcoholic lust, wanna go selfdestructo bust
Got a dead man’s hand and time is out of reach
I don’t want your pity, I want to live
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Fakir
03:20
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He’s a mystic, a vagabond
Roaming the streets at nights, haunting hazy saloons
Sleeps all day and hunts all night
He’s gonna get you, gonna get you too
Watch out
Close your mind
Don’t you look into his eyes
Watch out
Beware of his gaze
Don’t you look into the eyes of the Fakir
On a spiked mat he drove daggers into his chest
Nothing to harm a claimed prophet of God
Taking the weak underneath his wing
Soon to be without out any will
Watch out
Close your mind
Don’t you look into his eyes
Watch out
Beware of his gaze
Run for your life when you see his face
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Had a good time in the city last night
Went home again through the city’s park
I was real drunk you see, a flash and the
the party police got their hands on me
At 6 am I woke and to my fright
I had gotten into trouble but I don’t know how or why
I tried yelling but no one said a word
I was locked up, like a damn jailbird
Yesterday I wasn’t in jail
I wanna come out and smell the fresh air
I wish I could get out on bail
Oh yesterday I wasn’t in jail
No one to blame but myself
Cause I aint gonna put my troubles on someone else
I’m a misfit, a fuck-up, a son of a bitch you see
But that ain’t no coppers fault, it’s all on me
When I’m in a cell with no daylight or heat
I kick the door and I howl and I scream
There’s piss on the matress, blood on the floor, And I ain’t gonna take it anymore
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4. |
Dead Fish
03:20
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I live alone and I live for kicks
I don’t get swayed by pumped up lips
I looked at the billboards and said ”they just want me to live that way”
A lot of friends, they just spoke, wanted me to run errands for them
I don’t care and I’m here to stay
And I can do whatever I want
I can think for myself
You can say whatever you like
Ain’t gonna give you the pleasure or the time
You can kick it the way you like
But you follow your friends into a turnpike
Whatever you want, you don’t got no clue
Your soul was captured to whatever they do
You’re a loser without no class
A first class dog without no act
Dead fish float along the stream and that’s how you look walking down the street
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5. |
Angelo
04:27
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Untamed like a wild child
I don’t see with my eyes
When I got sunglasses on
We’re a Modern Dance Club
And you all just wanna be wild
You were a fool not to want it
It’s your biggest regret
Maybe you could come to our show
It’s the second coming of rock n roll
I know you, you’re all talk
Don’t try to deny it
If you come on over, you can call me Angelo
I ride in the backseat
My friends got bad attitudes
Electric fever, overdriven hunger
I’m getting older but feeling younger
You were a fool not to want it
It’s your biggest regret huh
Maybe you could come to our show
It’s the second coming of rock n roll
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6. |
Whatever
04:18
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’ve been looking for something to hold
And I was all by myself
With nowhere to go
And nothing to show
I got an expired ticket to whatever
Yeah I was, looking at the bloodred moon
And soon I was levitating, I was
Contemplating
I got an expired ticket to whatever
Took a look at the young kids
Cellphones in hand and dead eyes
Too blind to see
Got an expired ticket to whatever
I foresaw the death of our dreams
With tech in hand we reached the final scene
I got an expired ticket to whatever
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Excess ain't Success
04:38
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So many thing’s I should tell you
So many thing’s you should know
You got your head in the sand, like you always did
Our time’s coming cause we got a lot to give
You can’t hold me down
You aint got no style
Excess ain’t success you got nothing to hide
I walk on glass all the time, ever since you put your knife in my back
But you oughta know, what you reap is what you sow
I don’t wanna be alone
I sure don’t wanna be at home
Take me to our special place and buy me a drink
I don’t need another day to think
You can’t hold me down
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Angelo Malmö, Sweden
Powertrio straight out of the nastiest basement of Crime City Sweden
Gustav - vox/guitar
Victor - bass guitar/vox
Emil - drums
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