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Major Threat
01:13
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You’re a liar – and you’re shameless
Your pseudo-piety is contagious
The final reckoning of the faceless:
You’ll be forgotten – we will determine your fate
No-one remembers your name
So take a look around – is this how life should be?
A veil of silence now - a leper colony
Destroy the paradigm – reclaim humanity
We need a vision - oh, we need a vision
I can’t tell if you’re making this up, but
I can tell you don’t give a fuck
Programme their law to self-destruct
The time has come to make our own luck
One day, we won’t be living like slaves
We’ll take control of our fate
We’ll chase the virus away
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Lucas
01:29
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Lucas, what’s up? You’ve got no sense at all
Out on the field, chasing after the ball
Lucas, wise up, you had no chance at all
Eyes on redemption and back to the wall
Just wait a while, little insect
For that which you adore
For what you think is good, and pure
Gestate a while, little insect
The larva will mature
And soon it will emerge transformed…
Then they all came down
The sky came down
The band laid down in the quiet now
In seventeen years
I’ll still be here
A whole life left just to save your fears
They paid the price
in dim headlights
A locust swarm on a warm summer night
’Cos they see plague
Where you see change
But don’t ever go home…
Lucas, wake up – you’ve got no chance at all
Later ascension, but first comes the fall
One day to come, I know you’ll show them all
But Lucas, it seems, never catches the ball…
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Sex Farce
01:21
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You’re in luck: a way to get fucked
has reared its head at the polls
Open up – this rampaging stud
is filling up every hole
While the whole of Europe came banging on the door
Our legs were wrapped around them, screaming: “I want more…”
Pucker up – you’re playing the lead in a sex farce…
Although depressing, it’s time for your confession:
you gamely offered your hand
Then you just stood there, with your arse up in the air
and buried your head in the sand...
Time to repent - you gave them your consent;
don’t try and play the victim like it’s not your fault…
Submit your will to the worse kind of malarkey
A circle-jerk of true blue bukkake
Buckle up, ’cos now we’re all stars in a sex farce...
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When I'm Quarantine'd
02:40
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Now this coronavirus has got us in a tizz
But for the horny worker, it’s an unintended gift
The pubs are shut, the cafés too
There’s really not that much to do
I’ll tell you what I get up to
When I’m quarantine’d…
The boss says I should work from home
He’s left me with my thoughts alone
I’m lubing up the pork trombone
When I’m quarantine’d…
See, in my job I’m rarely taxed, in fact it’s quite a doss
My new arrangement lends itself to profit over loss
I’ve made a pal, in fact there’s two
A pair of starlets on Redtube
My conduct here is rather lewd
When I’m quarantine’d…
A spread of beauties large and small
A Thai girl with a ping-pong ball
I’ll spend five minutes with them all
When I’m quarantine’d…
Advancement is a greasy pole, as I know all too well
My chances of promotion now have been shot right to hell
The schedule says a conference call
I’m trying to juggle several balls
MY MIND’S NOT ON MY WORK AT ALL!
When I’m quarantine’d…
I’ve clicked upon a buxom tart
Who shows me what’s inside her bra
My God, please do not tell HR!
When I’m quarantine’d…
See, I’ve found quite a novel means to while away the time
I’m pulverising bandwidth here on the company dime
I must confess, the work laptop
Has become a grumble box
A virus hotspot full of grot
When I’m quarantine’d…
A best-in-show, a greatest hits
A cavalcade of ladybits
You don’t find this stuff on Netflix!
When I’m quarantine’d...
I paid the price for these exploits
By dislocating my wrist-joint
Taking care of this Powerpoint
When I’m quarantine’d!
“See you in the disciplinary…!”
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