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Horrorshow

Wasteland

 

Wasteland

(альбом: Bardo State - 2017)


[Turquoise Prince:]
Faces in the crowd
Swaying on the floor
Posing me a question
I cannot ignore
Longing for euphoria
Puts me in the wrong
Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong

[Solo:]
I got a splitting headache
Temples throbbing and my mouth is cotton
Can't believe I went and did this shit again
Drinking liquor till it send me in a spin and then I
Wake up in the morning, living in a world of pain
Wasteland-see round here we do this every weekend
Dead of winter, silly season, we can always find a reason
And I never seem to learn from my mistakes
Moderate the intake
I swear by now I've died a thousand deaths this way
Way back before this Horrorsquad shit ever shit was popping off
I was working overtime at the bottle shop
Every day I'd see the same faces clocking off
Shuffle in, shuffle out, paper bag, on the grog
It made me wonder, what is it that we're switching on and off
When we listen to our inner monologue?
What is it we looking for that we too scared to find?
What is it we don't wanna see that's got us getting blind?
In this colony of ills
To keep it 100-proof, here's the truth distilled
Go and look up the rum corps, you'll see this ain't no run of the mill
This the land of the lockout and the 6 o'clock swill
So what's the deal?

[Turquoise Prince:]
Faces in the crowd
Swaying on the floor
Posing me a question
I cannot ignore
Longing for euphoria
Puts me in the wrong
Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong

[Solo:]
Friday night and we were numbered 'bout a dozen
Too much substance to be saying anything of substance
But of course that don't stop the discussion
We buzzing, talking over the top of one other, we bugging
When some some youngin in the corner pipes up and says something like
'I'ma get fucked up tonight', well alright
Spoken like a man on a mission
To carry on a great Australian tradition
Dunno if I'd call it peer pressure
But you know what they say about those birds of a feather, they flock together
And I can't remember the last time I had a night that I can't remember
So a bender is the very first item on the agenda
We keep going at this rate, we gon' detonate
'I'm just going for one drink', 'Yeah whatever mate.'
Won't you pull yourself together?
Yeah, I know you meant well enough, but shit
Alcohol is a hell of a drug, got me staring at the...

[Turquoise Prince:]
Faces in the crowd
Swaying on the floor
Posing me a question
I cannot ignore
Longing for euphoria
Puts me in the wrong
Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong

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