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Debut e.p.

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released 19 December 2011
Written, performed and produced by Gill, Steve, Mark and Ross.

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The crossover between political/emotional acoustic punk and synth-heavy hardcore techno that no-one asked for.

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Strider - Cr

Destroyevsky - Big wurdz
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Track Name: Playing to the Bar Staff
In three hours I'll be here on my own.
Just sitting playing at being alone.
The crowds deserted, who knows where.
The spilled drink running down the stair.
The tang of blood, the stink of piss.
The tension of a Glasgow kiss.
I was so young at the start of the night.
Play dumb, play fast, you'll be alright.

And when they turn on the lights.
I'll get a hell of a fright.
Cause we'll never fill this room tonight.
And if we do, it's not for you.
Cause they've kept me flying straight and true.
Half the cables are fucked.
And then a powercut rattles off a prayer to lady luck.
But you're always there to keep me right.
So we're playing to the barstaff tonight.

Ten minutes past I was here with friends.
And we're just sat waiting for the world to end.
And watch some other bugger play.
And no have to work, but fuck it we get paid.
And for the likes of me there's no last call.
While your sweat's drying on the wall.
I'll be here critically ashamed.
So sure I'd be dead by this stage.

And when they turn up the lights.
I'll get a hell of a fright.
Cause we're gonna' kill this room tonight.
We always do, so this one's for you.
Cause you've kept me flying straight and true.
Half the cables are cut, but who gives a fuck?
We'll rattle off a prayer.
And we're playing to the barstaff tonight.
Track Name: Swagger On
Rest in peace The Pagan Nation.
You had ideas above your station.
The future's cancelled, please be patient.
LONG LIVE THE DOOM GENERATION.
But what is this buffooneration?
The whole thing's shot to buggeration.
So face front true, believe in me.
And I'll take my backhander now, please.
Are you with me?

Who can I trust to tell me?
Don't know exactly why I'm here.
Who wants to fucking smell me?
Am I unwelcome, should I leave?
So I repress it, shove it all down and swagger on.
Smile when the cracks appear.
Who can I trust to tell me?
Have I been naked all these years?

Too old for drugs and violence.
But how else does one fill the silence?
Youth is never dignified.
And by now it's sad to see my ways are tried.
Just push the goddamn button.
Missiles launch and feel the cuts slide in.
The chemicals flow through me.
And I'll stay in for everyone I know.
It's all I can justify for now.

But then, you've always got your friends.
A little drink and everything's okay.
Is all they have to say.
And how does that help me?
Track Name: Never Go Home
Too many hours of too many DJs.
Is good for your head and bad for your hearing.
When the music hits.
Witcha' flip up a switch.
The beats are calling.
The bass is crazy, bitch.

They've locked all the doors.
There's no way to get out.
You can't see a thing and the music is so loud.
The fists in the air say a prayer for humanity.
I've got three thousand friends to see.

We can never go home.
Don't even know the way.
And even if I did.
We can't go back to yesterday.
We can never go home.
But when I catch my breath.
And get my feet on terra firma.
Feels like I never left.

The music gets slower but the anthems'll ring out.
You cling to the floor.
Cause you feel like you'll pass out.
You scrabble for water and you pray for a second wind.
Disappointment's not an option.

I guess that it's time for me to go.
Well I don't mind walking back alone.
And see the sun rise and light the road.
The pleasure is mine.

We can never go home.
Don't even know the way.
And even if I did.
We burned those bridges yesterday.
We can never go home.
But when I catch my breath.
And get my feet on terra firma.
Feels like I never left.