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No Joy In Repetition
01:25
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six o clock alarm
the bells herald yet another fight
the pathos keeps us warm
lets us sleep right thru the night
at night,
we feel alive when we re asleep
at night, we re dreamers
at night we re so naive
cold tiles on the floor
cigarettes and black, black caffeine
and like our parents before
we re gonna wear those leaden eyelids
commuting thru the pouring rains
that water down ambitions
one hundred minutes every day
while waiting, wishing
we shield our senses with headphones
to grant us ignorance
we hope the sleep will save our souls
and for the days to end
at night,
we feel alive when we re asleep
at night, we re dreamers
at night we re so naive
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the rip-offs and the copies
the factions and the lobbies
the senile scenster heads
line up to get their punkrock prostates checked
we know we’re decades late
for a decent youth parade
we know this doesn’t mean a thing
but we ll play it fuckin’ fast
and fuckin’ mean.
fifteen hour ride
we show up late
you don't show up
at all.
can i preach it like i feel it?
don’t you see it?
can’t you feel it?
you re fulla shit!
fuck the scene!
it‘s fat mike’s job to keep punkrock elite
we got shirts and fuckin’
records in the back!
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3. |
Gospel
01:41
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it s life, love death we re serenading
the same o,the same-o song
the lovers feel the feelings fading
somewhere it all went fuckin wrong
this keeps a patient person waiting
sometimes it feels for far too long
just as the home was in the making
the walls were coming down
on.
shit goes on.
the same o life
the same o songs.
we make mistakes
and
we miss the fun that we had
back when we used to be glad
with the simple things in life
when we were young
simple life bred simple songs
the safety of our mamas arms
tears for every step that we move on
but we move on
it s life, love death we re serenading
the same o,the same-o song
the promise we keep making
to better ourselves
but we‘ll batter ourselves
until that very day
when we are done
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And I Need To Be Loved
01:39
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i ain‘t shit
i‘m champagne
michael larsen
did not die in vain
see - i am a firm believer.
i talk to them every single fuckin‘ day
i hope they love me and their hearts
won‘t walk away
so let‘s part seas between
indifference and dismay
will i ever? no i`ll never
learn what i gotta learn
honest feedback?
a broken reflex!
and again no tax return.
the shit i speak
one day it all comes fuckin‘ back
all speculations
in one single fuckin‘ head
well it‘ s one thing to make deals
with devils, ya know?
when your options are all
brimstone and coal.
it‘s a different story to leave these bitches bankcrupt
cause you just brought way
too much fuckin‘ soul.
i ain‘t shit.
i‘m champagne.
you motherfuckers
best bring balls and chains.
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TEENAGE HATE Hamburg, Germany
TEENAGE HATE are a four piece outfit hailing from hamburg, germany. named after the infamous reatards debut album they play a fast garage punk influenced sound in the vein of many of the 80s greats.
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