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Big In Japan
02:05
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Are you who you wanna be?
It doesn’t look that way to me
You’re climbing ladders that are going nowhere
You carry on but you’re unaware
You’re making money but you’re spending it fast
Can’t you see that it just won’t last?
You study hard but you just don’t learn
Head for a jet-set crash and burn
There’s no hope for cunts like us
It’s too late, we’ve missed the bus
Still gotta prove you’re good enough?
Well you can... when you’re big in Japan
I just don’t know what you’re doing it for
This isn’t nineteen-eighty-four
And I guess you might be scared of death
I know there’s not too many good years left
Here comes the limo but it’s not for you
Standing in the rain, standing in a queue
Waiting in the land of the rising sun
Here come the jesters one-by-one
Chorus
Let me know when you’re big in Japan
I’m gonna be your biggest fan
Let me know when you’re big in Japan
I’m gonna be your number one fan
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Frustration
01:48
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Living in a migraine factory
I can’t believe the things that you want from me
Never listen to me, hear a word I say
Your radio static never goes away
Frustration... x4
My head is on fire and I’m pissing blood
You drag me downtown, drag me through the mud
And I don’t wanna hang with your useless friends
Just kill me now, baby make it end
Frustration... x4
I don’t need no more complications
I don’t want exciting destinations
I don’t want to hear your explanations
I just need defenestration
Frustration... x8
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Iron Fist
01:52
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Nazi baby you’re alright by me
Never never never gonna set me free
Let’s play concentration camp
You can be the commandant
Gimme gimme something I’ve never had
Gimme gimme something I need so bad
Gimme gimme something more than a kiss
Gimme gimme gimme gimme this
Nazi baby don’t kill me quick
Let me linger, baby make me sick
Work me ‘til I’m skin and bone
You’re my Queen, I’m just a drone
Chorus
I don’t want romance
And I don’t want your love
I just want your iron fist
In your velvet glove
Down in the dirt where the demons breed
I’ll get what I need...
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New Dog
02:55
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Crawling, baby, crawling on your hands and knees
Crawling, baby, crawling, crawling back to me
Pretty little baby, crawling in the dirt
Pretty little baby, in a world of hurt
I don’t think you understand
The way things are for you
Cut you right out of the plan
I don’t need you now
I’ve got a new dog x4
On your belly crawling, crawl on broken glass
Crawling, baby, crawling, dragging your sorry ass
Chorus
Crawling, baby, crawling on your hands and knees
Crawling, baby, crawling, crawling back to me
Pretty little baby, crawling in the dirt
Pretty little baby, in a world of hurt
Chorus
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Abject Failures Camrose, Alberta
Like a bolt out of the blue, The Abject Failures burst onto the unsuspecting Camrose music scene in the summer of 2017. Embracing the Punk sounds of the New Wave music style, this quartet of suburban rebels playfully thumb their collective noses at the fuddy-duddy “establishment” artists that comprise the bulk of the Rose City scene. ... more
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