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Intro
00:06
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Marky (King of Kings)
03:35
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Marky is the king of kings as he walks in to the bar
His subjects are surronded by him from the near and far
So bow down for the king, beneath his royal throne
Cause Marky is the king of kings and you will obey his rule
Now Marky welcomes you as he walks in to his court
His eminence he calls you out and your his favorite sort
So bring out your coins of cold and buy a king a round
Cause when you drink in Marky's cort he will wear the crown
King of a day celebrating Marky's reign
King of a day celebrating Marky's reign
Now Marky is a simple man his heart is a gentle soul
But when the twenty fifth arrives heads are gonna roll
So at the end of every month we'll crown the king of kings
Singing drunken lullabies and make a toast for the sovereign
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Pig of swines
03:04
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I want to turn a corner but it all feel the same
And the voices talking in my head is driving me insane
Drinking lots of whiskey is a kind of remedy
That doves away the pain in such a travesty
Just when I seem to find another side of me
They contradict each other with a feeling that's serene
Talking to my self is the only thing that's real
The madness in my mind is telling me that I am sincere
I cant explain why they call me the pig of swines
But I am happy to oblige resting on a heart full of pride
The white angel gave her trust I filled her with my lust
I watched her descend from grace as I began to thrust
I kissed her on the forehead then tore of her wings
I justify this state of mind with a feeling that's refined
You and I we're quite a like we both like to lie
But the only difference is that I'm the one that's proud
You think I'm cutting corners to all be the same
Lying is my favorite kind of game
Now I have a feeling, a feeling I need to express
I'm the only one who matters I don't care about the rest
The angel didn't forgive me I did it myself
I relish in my success
I cant explain why they call me the pig of swines
But I am happy to oblige resting on a heart full of pride
Ravel in the dirt I'll find (find)
The call of a selfish mind ( mind)
Leaving angels in the dirt behind ( behind)
They call me the pig of swines (swines)
And I (swines) cant fight (swines)this right( swines) of mine
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Devil on your shoulder
03:45
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Well here we go again!
Another hopeless case of personal injustice
Towards your fellow man
You hide behind your fake smile
Blowing smoke in my sight
Saying grace as you stab the dagger in my eye
Well I'm done with playing their games
You can't speak of evil without name
I'm done with breathing their lies
When the devil's come to town we'll figth
Cause I'm the devil on your shoulder that never goes away
The needle in your eye that rains on your parade
The conscience that's never gonna change
Seeing the light of day as the Devil's parade
I have this monkey on my back
The more it climbs the more I crack
I blinding hate in this haze of facts
They want us to fall into heir suits
Stand in line swallow their truths
Fall and kneel but the devil's refuse
Well I'm done with playing their games
You can't speak of evil without name
I'm done with breathing their lies
When the devil's come to town we'll figth
Cause I'm the devil on your shoulder that never goes away
The needle in your eye that rains on your parade
The conscience that's never gonna change
Seeing the light of day as the Devil's parade
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5. |
Galloway March
00:45
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A pirate will sail to the end of his day
Beneath the black flag he may roam
Buried beneath, in a deep shallow grave
In Dave Jones locker he'll moan
Yo ho hoist the flag once more
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Hoist the flag
03:38
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I but a finger on the trigger
The rage inside of me it never ends
When loyalty lye with the highest bidder
Remember the promise that you made
To the gallows we march
Fifth-teen dead men with killing in their hearts
And we wont stop until the noose drop
Freedom comes for a prize of us all
Rattle the cage go thru the haze
Play a melody and set the sails
Hoist the flag
Shipping up to sea
Hoist the flag
Taking everything we need
Hoist the flag
We're the wolf's of the sea
Hoist the flag
It's a pirate life for me
Can you hear the daemons
Calling from the depths of hell
They wanted the man who needed
To soil Mr Rogers good name
By the black flag we sail
Live the life and cast away
As we dance on a dead man's grave
Hear the call of the fifth-teen dead men
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We were rumbling in town
Where the bars meets the maiden and the cultural side
Down on the corner of main street and fifth
Were we used to hang around
You were sitting in the back with a smile
That could light up this down take it away for I while
Determine and struck by drink and romance
I'll asked "would you care to dance"
With a heart pure as whiskey
And a voice that's calling me home
As I just keep on wishing
That someday I call you my own
She's my whiskey and my gin
Down from the start in sin
And the bell is ringing for the last call
And I wont be going home at all
We danced and we smiled
Soared out in night, then I said
"Can I follow you home"
Thru the corners of Greenbrooke past Mason's
We found ourselves at her door
She asked if cared for class
And it stills stands untouched as much I can tell
You see there is a parting to every good story
And I know you want details
You see I'm not the kind of man
who seems to wallow in thing he don't understand
Still I found myself down at the place
Between main street and fifth
Where we parted way
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Slaving for days
02:13
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Been slaving for days
And I'm sure there be more
Been slaving for days
What good is it for
Been slaving for days
And I'm sure there be more
We sing our throats sore
Right to the bone
No brick of control
Right to the core
Been slaving for days
What good is it for
We sing our throats sore
Right to the bone
No brick of control
Right to the core
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Well There's time to sing a song for a generation lost
The cultural vicious and damned
While the vultures come crawling
They are breathing down our back
They are stuffing their pockets and laugh
Now tough times wont last but tough people do
We stand thru this fight true and through
While the rapture come calling
And all hope seems lost
To a people that we once knew
But when we begin to hope,to dream
Then we'll sing
So we sing to our friends
And we drink till we're dead
A sing along for the unlucky ones's
The youth that sail the world to they
Well they really drew the last straw
The stand on the shore line and watch from afar
As a government rape their cause
Well you can't be a man of virtue today
Amongst corruption and greed
It spreads like Disease
You'll better hold on to what you believe
Cause they will wash it away with ease
So we don't really give a fuck ( Fuck you )
Like a swine that sits down and we're never getting up
So we don't really believe in luck (so what)
This is the sign of the times are we never ever gonna learn
Well I watch in fright how the time divides the tide
And how it all is coming to an end
Cause it's quite a sight when a man has to fight
Then bury his children instead
Well I try not to cry I believe in life that is right
And not tainted by the blood of the dead
And the young men that's fallen
And died for a cause
Well they are wasted when the fat cat is fed
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We own the night
02:34
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We own the night
And we go dancing arms in arms
We own the night
We go dancing from dusk til dawn
Welcome to the family
That owns the night and never sleep
We don't hide and we know
That we're your worst dreams
So stand in line for a freak show
That will blow your mind
A perfect line as we go burning thru your kind
O little girl it don't look like you belong her
Breath in deeper cause this ride is getting frighting
Take my hand and I'll promise that I take you
there
Take my hand and we're of to a promised land
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11. |
Swing your balls
02:49
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They were far and twenty virgins
Going down to Ibaness
When they return from Scotland
They were far and twenty less
Swing your balls to your partner
And your arse against the wall
If you never get fucked on a Saturday night
You'll never get fucked at all
The local cripple he was there
But he couldn't get it up
So he lined them up against the wall
And fucked him with his crutch
The local postman he was there
But he have had the pox
He couldn't fuck the women
So he fucked the letter box
The local magician he was there
Up to his usual tricks
He but his foreskin over his head
then he vanished in to his dick
Well little Anthony he was there
But he was only eight
He was too young for the women
So he had to masturbate
The were fucking in the kitchen
The were fucking in the hall
You couldn't hear the music
Cause the slapping of the ball
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