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Beadle's Dead
02:35
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Psychoanalyst put me in a trance
Dressed me up and showed me how to dance
Pulled me close and whispered in my ear
"Gonna tell you something you don't wanna hear"
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's… Beadle's…
Sectioned, sedated, lying in a bed
I’m well strapped in with wires to my head
Nurse pulls me close and whispers in my ear
"Gonna tell you something you don't wanna hear"
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's… Beadle's…
When I went to heaven I kind of done my own thing
I got a fucked-up claw and heart-shaped diamond ring
Satan came a-calling, do you know… do you know what he said?
He said "keep the noise down, Rabid 'cause"
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
The motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
Beadle's dead
The motherfucker's telling me that Beadle's… Beadle's…
Beadle's dead, Beadle's dead.
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2. |
Something In The Bag
01:21
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Is there something in the bag for me,
A little something in the bag for me?
'cause it's all right for you but not for us.
Is there something in the bag for me,
A little something in the bag for me?
'cause it's all right for you but not for us.
Fuck you, lawyer cunts
Fuck you, corporate stunts
Fuck you, fat cat bores
Fuck you banker whores
'cause it's all right for you but not for us
'cause it's all right for you but not for us.
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3. |
Pub Crawl
01:29
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Grab your coat and bin your grub
We've got a date all down the pub
Forget the grass, forget the lawn
You don't know you're fuckin' born
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Get in a fight
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Doing all right
Doing gear off the toilet seat
Fuckin' hell this gear is great
Ten more boozers still to come
Drink your beers down in one
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Get in a fight
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Doing all right
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Get in a fight
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Doing all right
You fucking cunt, you spilled my beer
Fucking bastard, fucking queer
I'm a fucking hard boy can't you tell?
Door slams shut on my prison cell
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Get in a fight
Pub crawl
Drinking all night
Pub crawl
Doing all right, you cunt.
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4. |
Technolojihad '16
01:41
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Don't like modern technology
Secret eyes are watching me
Filming everything I do
CCTV IP See you
Smartphones tablets make a bid
Sell your soul I'll sell your kid
Torch your house and watch it blaze
Caught on film delete erase
Technolojihad
Technolojihad
Technolojihad
Technolo
Don't rate modern technology
Back to basics, back to me
Gonna hide out in a cave
Find a new way to behave
Technolojihad
Technolojihad
Technolojihad
Technolo
Technolojihad
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Order#227 Oxford, UK
Order#227 prick your conscience by shining a spotlight back at society and adding cutting social commentary delivered with
relentless, aggressive, powerful anthems. Order#227 is an absolute must-see band for those who love their music raw and enjoy walking away into the night feeling sweaty, battered and bruised but moved to think about the world we live in today.
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