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The New Tin Drum
03:08
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The New Tiin Drum
Fire up the heartland
Let the old Lion Roar
Watch em give those bleeding hearts what for
Saw a man on a screen
Tough sort of nut
Chamois leather face
And a laugh like a head butt
Monkey business as usual
They’re putting up a bigger fence
Summon up the fear of God
Gonna call it common sense
Hey hey the new tin drum
Little boy blue they\re coming for you
King of the hill and the queen of the slum
Look at them dancing
Dancing to the new tin drum
They enjoy a bit of free fall
Like to cut to the chase
Cut out the middleman
Mark out the race
And he talks a good game
He walks a fine line
A tankard and a tan
And a no vacancy sign
Monkey business as usual
They’re singing that familiar song
Better pray we can send em on their way
Or we’ll all fall down before too long
Hey hey the new tin drum
Little boy blue
They’re coming for you
Its fine for a few and its alright for some
Look at them dancing
Dancing to the new tin drum
Riffing on the empire
Sending out a brick bat
Burning little effigies
And welcome mats
Someone in the South East is losing their religion
And its salt meet wound
Cat say hello to pigeon
Blind votes scapegoats
How about that
Talking 26 million
To get em pumped on stats
Get the great back in the name
Get the homeys back to work
Send your heart to Jerusalem
Via Dunkirk
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What Kind Of Noise Will It Make?
Is it gonna go down laughing
Is it gonna go out with a bang
Is there gonna be a fanfare
Is there gonna be a creak
Or a whole salvation army band
Are we gonna hear it beak
What kind of noise will it make?
What kind of noise will it make?
Are they gonna sing hymns round the fire
Will it crackle like the bones of the damned
Are our million little Gods gonna run for the hills
Proclaiming this is not what they had planned
Are we gonna hear it shake
What kind of noise will it make?
What kind of noise will it make?
You know I'm colour blind
Is this green or red
Cos all those monkeys who should be typing Shakespeare
Are pushing buttons instead
Will it sound like a plane through the window
Or a verse of Auld Lang Syne
Tell me that I'm wrong
Come on tell me
I've watched Bob Peck onto many times
Yeah I know just whats at stake
But what kind of noise will it make?
What kind of noise will it make?
You know I'm colour blind
Is this green or red
Cos all those monkeys who should be typing Shakespeare
Are pushing buttons instead
And is it gonna sound like Strummer
Or is it gonna sound like Brahms
Or will it not make a peep
Will we just hear the snap
Of all those useless lucky charms
Will we hear it way too late
What kind of noise will it make?
What kind of noise will it make?
What kind of noise will it make?
All I wanna know is
What kind of noise will it make?
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Willow
04:18
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Willow
The rhythm
The flicker
Of each screen
Gets quicker
Than heartbeats dance feet
But Hope left
A window
Open
And you know
She don't speak in code
We will bend like willow when it comes down
Show me
Your two hands
Imperfect
Human
And quiet rushes in
Sing to me
Scream at me
Dance with me
Dream of me
That's where we begin
We will bend like willow when it comes down
Show me the lines on your faces
Give me then break of the wave
There's angels in each of the spaces
And God in the stories we save
We're 32 flavours of chaos
We're wired and we're tired and we're slow
Don't let the numbers play us just
Let it go let it go let it go
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Eyes On The Prize
03:23
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Eyes On The Prize
Paul and Silas bound in jail
Go no money for their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
Paul and Silas thought they were lost
Heavens shook and the chains came off
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
Hold on! Hold on!
Hold on! Keep your eyes on the prize
The only chain this girl can stand
Is that chain of hand to hand
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
I’m gonna board that big greyhound
Carry this love from town to town
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
Freedoms name is mighty sweet
Pretty soon we’re gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
Got my hand on the gospel plow
Wont take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
I’ve never been to heaven but I’ve been told
Its a first class city with
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
The only thing that I did wrong
Was staing in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize
And you roll right on
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