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Burn Baby Burn
03:06
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I'm in the mood for some Harry monk, a few diazepam's, a couple packets for lunch.
I want to have a fight, you want to try your luck, and I just took a couple V's, do you fancy a fuck?
I'm in the mood to lose control, it's a tyrant that occupy's my soul. I feel it deep inside me and my stomach churns, 'cause all I really want to do is
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn, who's burning, I'm motherfucking burning.
How do I do, well I do ok, and I'll be doing ok forever if I get my own way.
I'm not concerned with what you've got to say, because you're talking bullshit, you're probably wrong anyway.
I'm in the mood to lose control, it's a tyrant that occupy's my soul. I feel it deep inside me and my stomach churns, 'cause all I really want to do is
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn, who's burning, I'm motherfucking burning.
A party pack of some Special Brew, a party bag for me and you.
There's nothing else left, sod all else to do.
Beaten down by a ten man crew, that's why I'm late, that's my excuse.
Blue, I hope it wasn't you.
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn, who's burning, I'm motherfucking burning.
I'm going to burn my life away,
I'm going to burn my life away,
I'm going to burn my life away,
Talk to Jesus Christ on my judgement day.
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Might As Well Be Me
02:54
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Certain things are pissing me off
Like people thinking their posh when they're not.
You come from Welling and your dad is a plumber
You're going to work with in the bakers with your mother
Community coppers stopping me in the street
And searching me in front of everybody
There aint no point, looking for my joints
They're down my pants, jamming with the ants
Can you not see, you're driving me crazy
If someone's gonna do it
It might as well be me.
Not being able to fly the British flag
Without racist comments drives me mad
But if I was to come from another country
I could fly my flag everyday.
And people blaming everything on the youth
As if they've got something better to do.
It's not late, it's not even dark
So why the bloody hell are you closing the park
Two faced wankers and bully pricks
They're a couple things that are making me sick
You're going way beyond a little slap on the wrist
That's no way to treat your kids.
And then a mugger on the back of the bus
And some fella in a kebab shop causing a fuss
He's drunk, and he's talking crap
About to be the victim of a happy slap.
Raping, murdering, filthy pigs
Standing in front of the men in their wigs
And you know they're guilty and admit their crime
So they'll be out in a couple years time.
And the ministers moan about the pub smoke
When the terrorists and peadophiles are a joke.
Now that does make my blood boil
But they don't care because my blood aint oil.
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3. |
Will We Ever
05:03
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I want to kiss you in your nether regions
I need no reason, I just want to see you smile again.
So let me hold you
like I used to on any given Sunday
I loved you in the wrong way.
But when you call me late on Friday night
Tell me how you're kissing all these other guys
You promise me that you're really sorry
Every weekend it's the same old story
You claim that you need me but you never
Want to stand beside me
I think that you don't like me
We will never be together
Until we've been apart
And you will never truly love me
Until you break my heart
And I don't care, you don't care
I'm going to follow you anywhere
No matter what you say or do
Woman I belong to you.
I want to hold you at the bus shelter
We can squeeze our hips together
Complain about the British weather
I'll tell you a lie, you can tell me I'm clever.
You're twisted deception of affection
And the downstroke of my plectrum
Reminds me of your bedroom.
I know you claim that I'm too clingy
But you never think to ring me
And I can't function since you got that injunction.
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4. |
No Justice
02:41
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I see no justice in the shit I see
People all around trying to fuck with me.
I dunno what your problem is
I've been like this since I was a little kid, man.
And what you want from me?
Why you troubling me?
I see no justice man, in England
No Justice, I step out to work
Graft all day till my fingers hurt
You know I go beserk
When you haven't got a job, but you're having little kids, man
And what you want from me?
Why you troubling me?
I see no justice man, in England
See the thing about the fella's, is the fella's think they're hot
When they really are not and they really are not.
And the youth on the street think they're bad when they're not
You're not, you're not
You're a spot mate, a pimple to me
Chewing gum on the bottom of my big nike
That weed man, is gonna fuck up your head
I would say live your life but you're already dead.
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5. |
How I Met Your Mother
04:21
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It started off a little game between two
It led her two with the magic smile
She asked me what I wanted to do
And if I liked to get on down
I wasn't sure if I've met her before
But I looked her in the eye
I said I've told a lot of lies before
And I've made a lot of ladies cry
Here we go
It's a-ok
Sometimes we're blue
Sometimes we're grey
Here we go
She had an electric toothbrush
It made me feel like a big old man
She asked me what I wanted to do
And if I had a nasty plan
I wasn't sure if I liked her before
But I knew that I liked her now
Take it easy in between the sheets
And she said I don't know how
I saw the sparkle coming from her eyes
I'm not a guy that can handle this
I looked at her with my cheeky smile
I said I know how to do business
I'm a snake, and you're a rodent
Together we will be alright
I want to love you at the end of the day
Will you spend the night tonight.
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6. |
My Place
05:48
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I met this girl in a park at noon
Went for a drink in a Wetherspoons
She asked me if I liked her face
And she said to me
Let's go back to my place
We ended up going back to her crib
Turned out she had a couple of kids
I don't mind that don't affect my taste
When she said to me
Let's go back to my place
Let's make love.
I know you like the taste of the butter
Sweet honey on your back
I know you said that you want to kiss me
Straight up above, down below's where it's at
I had to hold you girl
Let's get freaky girl
A little bit sticky girl
Let's get dirty
Let's make love
I'm not going to stay the night, lady
I've had enough of your face
You treated me like a no-good nobody
And now I'm going to leave you in a disgrace
I had to hold you girl
Let's get freaky girl
A little bit sticky girl
Let's get dirty
Let's make love
I met this girl in a park at noon
Went for a drink in a Wetherspoons
She asked me if I liked her face
And she said to me
Let's go back to my place
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7. |
Under Duress
03:48
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Tell me sit right there
My chest cries out for air
As hand's create resistance
A pen's put in my hand for the second time today
But still my memory's pretty vacant
I told you who I am
I'll never understand what's achieved by watching strangers
Well of course a threat, well explain to me that threat
Because it seems like there's just one danger
So press record
I want you to hear what I've been saying
I'm not taking part in a charade like this
I'm just so bored
Of this constant fear that you bring here
Well I'll be careful but only under duress
You're infallable
Or is that liable
When black ink hides your secrets
Another claim, while a home goes down the drain
But still one income is pretty decent
Apologies this time
For another crime
The press will forgive you later
A few choice heads will roll
While aisles hear protracted moans
And cover their backs in paper
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The Casual Section London, UK
Welcome, welcome one and all. Us as in we as in The Casual Section are a four piece punk rock band from London, England. But
don't think we're just noisy, oh no. We are funky sonsabitches too. Did I ever tell you about the time we were mistaken for ZZ Top? Well, funny story..
Cast:
Sean: Vocals
Michael: Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
James: Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Robert: Drums, Backing Vocals
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