1. |
Broken By Broke
04:37
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Verse1
Broken by Brooke, I barely knew her name, hangin like one of those sexy 70s
Broken by Brooke, she barely knew my name, hangin like one of those sexy 70s frames
Chorus
Seeya then, apparently wishes aren’t real
So see-ya then, if we meet again
Seeya then, apparently wishes aren’t real
So see-ya then, if we meet again
Verse 2
Thought I was cool, but she had no, she had no time! she had no time!
I rolled out the bus, thought I was cool, but she had no, she had no time!
Chorus
Seeya then, apparently wishes aren’t real
So see-ya then if we meet again
Seeya then, apparently wishes aren’t real
So see-ya then if we meet again
Bridge
She said don’t croon to me, you sound like a dick,
Oooh, she said don’t croon to me, you sound like a prick,
Ooh she said don’t croon to me, you sound like a dick, like a dick
*Guitar Solo
Verse 3
I rolled out that bus, I thought I was cool, the best goddamn, time of my life
I stumbled off that bus, ridiculous fool , the best goddamn 10 minutes of, of my life
Chorus
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2. |
Halfway To Hell
05:20
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Verse 1
Feels like my soul is halfway to hell
Sitting in this room, (sitting in this room)
He used to protect me,
Now he claws away at me, at night
Chorus
(Instrumental -No Lyrics)
Verse 2
The mornings a haze, but I know when the sun goes down, he’ll be waiting again
I don’t know what it was he said but it made me scream, it made me scream
Chorus
(Instrumental -No Lyrics)
Verse 3
Sinkin’ into these hard walls, I’m bending not the ground
How can I watch as he claws away at my eyes
How can I disguise myself
When I am, the only one
Bridge - guitar solo
Verse 4
How can I watch as he claws away at my eyes
How can I disguise myself?
When I am the only one!
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3. |
Dreamtime
04:20
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Verse 1
Don’t tell me what I know
Premeditated murder on my mind
I want to slay
These thoughts away
I want to slay
These thoughts away
Chorus
(Instrumental - no lyrics)
Verse 2
yeeee_aaaaaa_aaaaah
wake…wake...wake
Wake up with the flow
Straight outta the dreamtime
That’s the way
To live my day X4
Chorus
(Instrumental -no lyrics)
Gat Solo
Bridge
Dream time in the day time
Another time would not be fine
(Gonna) make your mind so happy
Ya gotta live your dreams in the day time
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4. |
Back To Reality
02:52
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Verse I
As the trees blow round and the wind picks up and all the birds fly back home to nest for the night, they all gone
Coz your back on the bus and your getting amongst, you looking for love in those amber jugs, but it’s tasteless, & soulless so blurry and faceless, makes ya so shameless
midnight, at midnight acting a fool while ya think you lookin cool, a dickhead, another dickhead, just another stupid dick getting loose on the piss
So drink up, just drink up, all ya problems will dissolve with ya dignity that ya got left, it’s not much, hardly any left, maybe you should just shut-up
Chorus
It’s so gross, this feeling that I can’t believe it and i’m still drinkin, tell me I wonder where’s my soul what’s it hiding under?
Verse II
As the sun goes up and the moon goes down and the big smile turns upside down and you realise you're not fine
Coz you’ve had a hard night and a hard life that doesn’t make you think twice on the white line of destiny,
So crooked and so fake and so false and a failure (of) who you wanna be
Upright, stand upright then you gotta get a posture that’ll make you wanna rhyme tight,
upright, that’s upright, left-right left-right uh so tight
Rise up, when you up-rise, and you’ll see the dawn in a different light
then you’ll think twice about the way that you walk today and then you’ll probably say
Chorus
It’s so nice this feeling that I can’t describe it that I'm not dreaming, tell me I wonder what’s this spell that you put me under
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5. |
Blood, Sweat & Beers
03:34
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Intro
Meet me at the bottom of the glass
Meet me at the bottom of the glass
Meet me at the bottom of the glass
Meet me at the bottom of the glass
Verse 1
Through blood, sweat and beers we will drink our bonds,
Make them strong all night long
And if you meet me at the bottom of the glass
I will call you my brother and buy the next round
Don’t you hold me to that promise of another round
I don’t know if I’ve got enough money to shout
Chorus
Another round, another round I’ll meet you at the bottom of
Another round, another round I’ll meet you at the bottom of
Interlude
Ohh let me take you to the beginning of a story, of a story that you never heard, of how we managed to get to the bottom of that glass, It was a long and treacherous road fueled by many temptations like vodka, tequila, drambuie too, ( we) had to decline,
cos’ we knew if we got to the bottom of the glass that our mate would have to buy ohhhh
Verse 2
The next round, the next round, the n___ex__t round,
Woo-aaa-oohhh
Ooohhh oohh ohhh, hey!
Don’t you be scabbin’ me for another round
I know that you’ve enough money to shout
Chorus
Another round, another round meet you at the bottom of
Another round, another round I’ll meet you at the bottom of
Bring it up, yea !
Chorus/Outro
The next round, the next round, the n___ex__t round,
Woo-aaa-oohhh
Ooohhh oohh ohhh Hey! Hey!
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6. |
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Hello, I’m Dr Sherman Finkelstein and today I’m here to talk to you about the discovery of a sub-human species known as Skankitos Banditos. Existing on the fringe of society and non-conforming to the community known as ‘the click’. The click’s only purpose is to bring order to chaos. The condition known as Skankism is a viral infection which results in a fungal growth, within the brain, mainly concentrated on the frontal lobe. This governs our need to conform. Therefore the infected known as a ‘Skanky’, simply refuse to follow society's rules or coherent structure.
Cohabiting somewhere in the void existing between; ahead of or behind the communal click, the infection is allowed to feed on the plasmotic funkism that seems to escape any normal or well-balanced mind. Skankies feed on the pompous, overly educated formulated bureaucratic individuals that stray too close to the fringe. Once caught in the mandibles of a Skank the viral infection is instantaneous: frothing at the mouth and uncontrollable convulsions take the victim from normal to Skank within moments.
There is no known cure for this condition which has the scientific community baffled. For all other humans are advised against making contact with Skankies; should one pass you by remain perfectly still and avoid direct eye contact.
It’s thought the Skank species are possibly related to the praying-mantis strain. While not a lot is known about their reproductive cycle the thought is that they’re not too fussy about their chosen mate. They seem to be drawn mainly to the Milfy-er of the female gender. For now, knowledge is limited as to the behaviour of the offspring, in some ways most prefer not to know.
So in conclusion to my thesis of Skankis Banditos, the world waits on baited breath as to the actual role that they play in society. All I can conclude for now, is keep it righteous and skanky.
Peace out and love.
Sherman Skankle Finkelstein, signing off.
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7. |
CMAFR
03:08
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Verse 1
Oh - Oh - Ohhhh
Systematic ska going all the time these are the 3 chords I know
Oh- oh -ohhhh
Mess on the bench clean it up before I smack you in the head
0h - oh - ohhh
Should I make it an end, it doesn’t matter when
Oh - oh - oh……
Chorus
Cry me a fuckin’ river… of your defeats
I will keep up with the beat
Verse 2
I slipped on a banana skin and it hadn’t been eaten
So I took a piece and lodged it between my two front teeth,
then I said to my friend this is a tasty piece come and join the feast,
And he said, and he said, and he said
Oh no nooooo!
Chorus
Cry me a fuckin’ river… of your defeats
I will keep up with the beat
*Bass break
Oh- oh - ohhh
Oh - oh - ohhh
Oh - oh - ohhh
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8. |
Swallowed
05:50
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Verse I
Swallowed the water
To breath in the fire
Sleepin’ in daytime
To avoid the nightmares
Sleepin’ in daytime
To avoid the nightmares
Swallowed
Chorus 1
I got my time so take some without me
You got your place so stay there without me
Nothin’ is workin’ for me in this sich
You swallowed my spirit from within me
Verse II
Swallowed the poison
To make antidote
Hearing through my eyes
Believin’ it’s all fine
Strugglin’ to feel
That it’s working at all
Swallowed
Chorus 2
I got my time so take some without me
You got your place so stay there without me
I got my time so take some without me
You got your place so stay there without me
I got my time so take some without me
You got your place so stay there without me
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9. |
Lawton's Theme Song
06:22
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Instrumental
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10. |
Escape Artist
03:22
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I’m just another escape artist
Run - run -runnin’
From the daily consistencies
The 9 - 5 plague
I’m going to a place the name which I don’t know
A deadly awful place
Full of smoking bones
Verse 1
So different
It has to be
Doomed to be different
To succeed
watching myself go by
As the days collide
Watching myself
It’s like i’m blind
Chorus 1
Trying to be different
But feeling like it’s all just the same
Going kinda crazy
I’m gonna run away
Follow my footsteps now
be just the same
Verse II
Trapped in walls of tragedy
I escaped as one of you
And now I can’t change
Just a victim of….
the escape artist plague
Chorus 2
Doin’ somethin’ different
But it’s all the fuckin’ same
Goin kind of crazy
I’m gonna run away
Chorus 3
Now i’ve made a difference
Always gonna be just the same
Getting kinda lazy
I’m gonna hold my place
Follow my footsteps now
be just the same (be just as lame)
be just the same (be just as lame)
be just the same (be just as lame)
be just the same (be just as lame)
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11. |
This Story
04:04
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Verse 1
Started thinking about my life the other day
And realised things weren’t actually going my way
Where was I going? Who was I with? What was I doing?
What was the aim?
So I started scribblin’ a few ideas down on a page
looked into the mirror nearly punched my own face
Man! Do you got this?
Man! Yes I got this!
Man! I’m all about it!
Man! Do you want it?
Man! You got a problem!
Chorus
Say it now, and say it quick
Do wanna start or are ya gonna quit?
ya gonna run round like your head is cut off?
you gonna stick around till the sun goes down?
And play___ your___ part__ in this story
Verse 2
Fell down on my back in a field of grass looking up to the clouds and wondering how
Things were gonna come about
Getting scared like I'm living the dream
Getting scared like I’m gonna blow my dreams
But I sorta start to realise that it’s all just inside of me
Man! Do you got this?
Man! Do you want it?
Ya gotta rise
Be on time
Make a fight
For what is right
Put in time
Do the work
Make a choice
Don’t be late
What’s the point
If when it’s there all you do is hesitate
Man! Do you got this?
Man! I don’t know if?
Man! You gotta live this!
Man! Get to business!
Man! You gotta problem!
Chorus 2
Say it now, and say it quick
Do wanna start or are ya gonna quit?
ya gonna run round like your head is cut off?
you gonna stick around till the sun goes down?
And play___ your___ part__ in this story
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12. |
Bottom Of The Glass
04:22
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Ohhh,
Let me take you to the beginning of a story of a story that you’ve never heard
Of how we managed to get to the, the bottom of the glass
It was a long and treacherous road, fuelled with many temptations
Like vodka tequila, drambuie too
We had to decline
we knew if we got to the bottom of the glass we’d have to buy
Chorus
The next round, the next, the next round yea
The next round, the next, the next round
Verse 2
Let me take you to the middle of a story,
of a story that you've somewhat heard,
of how we managed to get to the, the bottom of that glass,
It was a dark and lonely night,
filled with many faces, and lookin' so deep,
and trying to see, what had become of me,
I knew I couldn't take the next round, I'd just drift away
Chorus
I’m drifting, i’m drifting, i’m drifting, i’m drifting away
I’m drifting, i’m drifting, i’m drifting, i’m drifting away
Bridge
Looking down the barrel of an empty glass I saw the dregs of my life
Looking down the darkness of a drunken bottle I saw my life
Searching’ in the corners of my subdued mind I decided I’d try to find
To find, to find, to find what’s on the inside
To find, to find, to find what’s on the inside
Verse 3
Let me take you to the ending of a story, of a story that still stands
Of how we managed to get to the, the bottom of that glass
It was a choice we had to make in order to survive
We knew if we hit every shot in sight that we might have died
You gotta find, find, find what’s on the inside
You gotta find, find, find what’s on the inside
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Using an explosive combination of reggae, rock, ska, funk, metal and punk, Skank Bandit make no apologies when mashing together their eclectic sound.
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