1. |
The Band for You
02:36
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Some bands write ballads
And some bands write rants
Some bands write anthems
With singalong chants
Those bands have fans
Who enjoy all their shit
But we will be lucky
To finish our set
Just finish our set
If you can't carry a tune in a bucket
We're the band for you
We're the band for you
If you learn half the words then say
fuck it
We're the band for you
We're the band for you
Our songs are all tedious
Our lyrics are crass
Our lead singer Lol
Is a pain in the ass
If you just want music that's stupid and fast
We're the band for you.
Some bands play stadiums
And some bands get deals
Some bands go touring
And do it for real (they do it for real)
Those bands have fans
Who will buy all their merch
But we're really counting
on flogging this shirt
Just one lousy t-shirt
We're the band
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2. |
Cry On Me
03:08
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Cry on me
When you're down and out
When you're in the red
And you really can't
Make it out of bed
When times are bad
And life is sad
You can just call
And cry on me
When your family are
Pecking at your head
And your enemies
May as well be friends
Put down those pills
Forget your ills
Give us a call
And cry on me
You know that you can cry on me
Don't you give up and die on me
If the loneliness
Has you on the ledge
And your memories
Push you to the edge
Don't you dare fall
When darkness calls
Pick up your phone
And cry on me
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3. |
Butt Stuff
03:06
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Butt stuff
Verse
I went to see my baby
On a Saturday night
She met me at the doorway
In a rubber pinstripe
She had a rabbit in her left hand
And bullwhip in her right
And I said
Baby you just gotta let me know
Chorus
What you wanna )
Do? )
Wanna do? ) x 4
Wanna do? )
Wanna )
What you wanna do? )
I want butt stuff!
Bridge
If you're feeling horny
And you got the urge
Come on call me over
Just gotta say the word
Butts go up
Lube goes down
We pop a pinkie in and then we twirl it all around
Verse
I had a revelation
on that Saturday night
The stuff my baby wanted
is no fun if you're too tight
It takes a little bit of training
Just to get everything right
Then she said baby you just got to let me know
Mid 8
I want you
To peg me too
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4. |
DeAdPoOl
02:24
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DEADPOOL
it's awfully sad when celebrities fly
To that great green room in the sky
Everyone really miss them so
Eulogies everywhere you go
But don’t worry my friend; you’re gonna see ‘em again...
You're gonna see them again
You're gonna see them again
Every tribute band’s
Gonna lend a hand
Making sure you can
And let’s not pretend
Being dead’s the end
If you’ll only pay
For oldie songs
All original bands
Get to fight for crumbs
And the poor old venues
Have to do their sums
So you can see see ‘em again
So let's start a trend
Go and tell your friends
Fuck the cover acts
And tribute crap
Even shitty bands
Have one killer track
But the public gets
What it doesn’t lack
So go and see them again
Mid 8
And don’t forget to buy
Your vinyl
Although you don’t have any decks
Just stick ‘em up above your mantel
Because it makes you look so cool,
Well alright!
You're gonna see them again
You're gonna see them again
Every tribute band
Gonna lend a hand
Making sure you can
And your scene is fucked
If you're in that rut
Making sure you’re:
docile
Playing safe
Getting high
on Yesterday
One step forward
I’m all right Jack…
Now go and see them again
You're gonna see them agai
You're gonna see them again
You're gonna see them again
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5. |
What a Day
03:23
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What a Day
Slept in late
Boss irate
Sometimes feel
Like a slave
I'm overworked and I'm underpaid
Too tired out to go out and get laid
My heart's a mess and my head is frayed
I see the stars but I'm just afraid
How come it snows but it never rains
It just pours down torrential pain
Take me away
What a day
Today
You never worry do you
Sometimes think
Landlord stinks
Got to be
Better place
I'm overwrought and I'm underpaid
Too tired out to out and get laid
My heart's a mess and my head is frayed
I see the stars but I'm just afraid
How come it snows but it never rains
It just pours down torrential pain
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6. |
Selfie Related Deaths
03:15
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Selfie related deaths
You gotta get it
You gotta get it
Stick out your iPhone with the timer on and set it
They won't forget it
They won't forget it
And as you fall you know you're karmaing your subreddit
Just like you told your mum on Zoom
You're guaranteed a million views
You gonna do it?
You gonna do it?
If common sense was just a pooch then you would screw it
You've gotta do it
You've gotta do it
Throw up a smile, ignore the sign and tumble through it
It's only water after all
That and a 1000 metre fall
Congratulations
You just became
A selfie related death
You just immortalised
Your final breath
For Instagram
Or maybe Facebook
You gotta get it
You gotta get it
Ignore the barriers and lean over and spread it
You gotta get it
You gotta get it
Don't pull the trigger - oops - you know, you might regret it...
You're really gonna make a bang
I think the obese person sang
Congratulations
As they lower you into your early grave
Assuming there's a single scrap of you to save
A poweruser who's a karmawhore for life
The train the that squashes you was creeping down the line
The lion that mauls you was a pretty kitty cat
But you are ending up as pretty kitty scat
The cliff you fell off to show off your happy face
The walrus drowning you will also kill again
The teen who blew it taking selfies with a gun
The slip you took down the steps at the Taj Mahal
You'll die a stupid death today and that's the fucking joke
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7. |
Don't Get Old
02:59
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Don't Get Old
A
When I'm Old
A
Will you be there?
E
When my wrinkles
A
Outnumber my hair?
F#
When my earlobes reach down
G
To my hips
E
Will you wipe the spittle
C#
From my babbling lips?
D
And change my pants
When I've had the shits?
F#
Will ya?
Will ya?
F
Will ya?
E D C# A
And when my friends are dead and gone
E D C# A
Will you still be my only one?
E D C# A
It's pension day, let's have some fun!
D
Before
We're in
E
Our graves
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8. |
Shithole
04:03
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The place where I was born
Will always be my home
No matter where i live
It's where I say I'm from
Those dirty streets and dusty
Factory floors are gold
But no one cares about us all
I've been around the world and seen a million sights
From windy desert storms to cold Alaskan nights
I always carry all my memories of home
No matter where on earth I go
So don't you laugh about it
You know fuck all about it
And everyone back home agrees
It's a shit hole
But it's our shit hole
And you can't talk about it
It's a shit hole
But it's part of me
And you can't say one single word
The town centre's dead
And when all is said
And done I know
It's a shit hole, but it's my shit hole
The place where I was born
Is scruffy and forlorn
An empty precinct with the
Shutters all pulled down
Dead dog kebabs
The puke stained flags
Kids tagging walls
And every Friday's pissed up brawl…
My town defines me
in a way I can't explain
Although I moved on out
a dozen years ago
It's always there, but when I think about it now
I feel a thousand miles away
So don't you gentrify it
No don't you even try it
Cos everywhere just looks the same
It's a shit hole
But it's our shit hole...
The parties we crashed
The windows we smashed
The underpass where I had my first taste of hash
In the parks we got pissed
I had my first kiss
The alleyway where I got my head kicked in
It's a shithole
But it's my Shithole
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9. |
Live My Life
04:10
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10. |
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They knew too much flying saucers
The men in black and their cadillac motors
But no one ever talks about the alien slaughter
So maybe it's true
Or maybe it's you
They knew too much about Paul McCartney
The walrus is Paul and it’s Billy Shears’s party
But no one ever talks about the Apple Corps army
So maybe it's true
Don't turn on the news
Andrew Wakefield David icke
Spicing up your boring life
Alex Jones and infowars
Blame the world for your failures
He knew too much about vaccination
Is the government really gonna save the nation?
'Cos everybody says it's an extermination
And all over YouTube
They're blaming the Jews
They knew too much about coronavirus
The new world order and the 7G towers
I’m like “no one ever talks about the president's powers”
And now we're all screwed
And it's all ‘cause of you
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11. |
Glorious
03:16
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GLORIOUS
We work away at
Our deadheading jobs
On factory floors
And bargain price shops
But come the weekend
We blow it all off
We're playing for you
Not top of the pops
We don't give a toss
If we ever get paid, oh no
The noise that we make's
Never going to fade away
From half empty pub
To festival stage
We forge our own path
No minimum wage
We load all our gear
And take it away
And in between that
We get up and play
It's worth all the sweat
For a half an hour's rage
Oh yeah
We know who we are
And we're ready to turn the page
'cos we are
Glorious
We're the new sound of rebellion, we're notorious
And we're here to blow your minds
No time for nostalgia
Here's the future of the scene
And we are
Glorious
We're here to stay
The PA comes on
The guitarist plays
The drum and the bass
The rhythm is nailed
The audience sweat
And scream in our face
The singer goes wild
It's been a long day
There's nothing quite like that musical craze
Oh no
We give it our all and we're giving it all away
And then in the end
We go our own ways
The happiest clowns
Another few days
We keep our end up
Although it don't pay
We make our own rules
Not fading away
We know who we are
And we know what we gotta do
We're doing it now
And we're doing it all for you
'Cos we're all…
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12. |
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Verse 1
I don’t care what people say
I'm not listening anyway
I won’t waste another day
Looking for a better way
I’m too wound up to ever fade
I just can’t wait to get
As far away as possible
Far away as possible
Chorus
I’m gonna stay up all night
With you
I don’t know just what to say
Body’s dead but mind’s awake
Lying next to you again
Thoughts are running through my head
I tried so hard to go to sleep
We just can’t wait to get
As far away as possible
Far away as possible
Chorus
I’m gonna stay up all night
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THE PAPASHANGOS Bolton, UK
We are THE PAPASHANGOS.
And we are your friends.
Punk rock mayhem, straight from the garage, with a delicious tinge of seedy horror...
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