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Already Dead
02:45
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Out of bed and out the door, gotta get to work on time. This servitude that binds us, no control over our lives. Going through the motions, living life on repeat, working for a pittance just to try and make ends meet.
Can you hear the screaming, inside your head? We call this living but we're already dead. Already dead, already dead, we're already dead. Put a bullet through my head, we're already dead, already dead.
Round and round in circles, this treadmill we call life. Measured out in increments of 9-to-5. Overworked, underpaid, gig economy, minimum wage. Living like a lab-rat guaranteed to take the bait.
Can you hear the screaming, inside your hear? We call this living but we're already dead. Already dead, already dead, we're already dead. Put a bullet through my head, we're already dead, already dead!
Get up, got to work, come home, got to bed.
Get up, got to work, come home, got to bed.
Get up, got to work, come home, got to bed.
Get up, got to work, come home, got to bed.
You're dead!
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Consume
03:08
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See the avert on the TV screen. Selling us shit that we don't need. And we buy it up, can't get enough. But it won't fit a void because you can't buy love.
Consume
See the advert in the glossy magazine. Selling us shit that we don't need. We ain't got the money, but we spend, spend, spend. Now we're living in sin with our flexible friend.
Consume
See the advert in this digital age. We can't wait to spend our wage. Disappointment delivered direct to your door. It wasn't like the pictures, so you smashed it on the floor.
Consume
See the advert on the big billboard. Selling us shit that we can't afford. Chemicals, plastic, pollution everywhere, killing all the fish and poisoning The air.
Consume!
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This Human Condition
03:04
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Ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away. Looking for the truth, is like finding needles in the hay. If honesty is best, then why are we all telling lies? Why even bother, if we're only going to die?
This human condition is a suicide mission, like petrol on the fire to quell the flames. Cutting off our nose to spite our face.
If seeking answers means more questions, why bother asking anyway? Why are we always talking, when we've go nothing to say. If the future is unwritten, why is the writing on the wall? And Why do we never learn, from mistakes we've made before?
This human condition is a suicide mission, like petrol on the fire to quell the flames. Cutting off our nose to spite our face.
Can't admit we're in denial. Ask for an inch and we'll take a mile. Why an eye-for-an-eye, when we'll all just end up blind. We're born with both feet in the grave. We call it freedom but we're just slaves, to a mentality that will kill us all one day.
This human condition is a suicide mission, like petrol on the fire to quell the flames. Cutting off our nose to spite our face.
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Requiem For The Rejected
02:10
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This is a requiem for the rejected, a prayer for the outcast, the abandoned and the lost. A sermon for the misfits and the dejected, and two-fingers to the fuckers that just don't give a toss.
We are the bullied, we are the beat, but we will never let them grind us down. We are the laughed at. We are the picked-on, but we're still here and standing proud.
They try to tell us, that we are worthless. They want to make it our destiny to fail. They criticise us & they deride us, cos on this ship of fools, we refuse to sail.
We are resistance. We're opposition. We are the ones who will question what they do. Or they use their power, with no consensus. But we are the many... they are the few.
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Saturday's Boys
03:22
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Seven o'clock on a Saturday morning, I'm supping ale while you're still snoring. We're looking forward to the day ahead - you're counting sheep still laid in bed.
I'm on the bus with all the boys (we sing and shout).
You only come when we play at home (even then you sit and play on your fucking phone). We sing all day and we sup all night. Don't give it up until the morning light.
You chose to stay at home, going out of your mind, if today is shit - too bad, you got left behind.
Heading back home with three points, feeling high as a kite. Can't wait to do it all over a gain, in a fortnight.
Saturday's Boys are here to stay, Saturday's boys are on their way! Saturday's Boys are here too stay, Saturday's boys are on their way!
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Screwed Up
01:41
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Make no mistake about it, this place is fucked! It doesn't matter how much you've got, it's never enough.
It's all screwed up.
People living on the street, families can't afford to eat. I look at this and I don't understand. Pile up the money for the one per cent.
Politicians taking orders from the chairman of the board. Power with no accountability. Corporations above the law!
It's all screwed up. This place is fucked!
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Psycho
02:24
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Wanna Riot
02:23
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Ghosts
02:08
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Rip-Off World
01:28
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No trust, no belief.
Everyone out to deceive.
Pay the price, the money is gone.
Rip-off world, What a con.
Rip-Off World!
Politician, Businessman.
Out to screw you for what they can.
Fool you one, fool you twice.
Rip-off world is not nice.
Rip-Off World!
No trust, no belief.
Everyone out to deceive.
They sell the lie, the lie you buy.
Rip-Off World robbed you blind.
Rip-off World!
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Disconnected
01:56
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Cheated
02:51
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Money (Is The Reason)
02:31
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Welcome To Seacroft
02:07
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05.25
03:01
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The Swindells Leeds, UK
Formed in 2008, The Swindells is a Leeds, UK, based Punk Band.
The new 16-track CD-only album is now available from our merch page. Or download the full album right here!
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