Garage/Band


We were never really free,
we never really had control,
we wanted to destroy it all,
we wanted it to self-implode.

We never really had control,
we were working in a factory,
we wanted it to self-implode,
we were pretending to be poor.

We were working in a factory,
just some dole queue nostalgia,
we were pretending to be poor,
in the bollock freezing cold.

Just some dole queue nostalgia,
with the teeth grinding boredom,
in the bollock freezing cold,
of dry mouth rock ‘n’ roll.

With the teeth grinding boredom,
hammering the clothes,
of dry mouth rock ‘n’ roll,
on the garage floor.

Hammering the clothes,
playing fast guitar,
on the garage floor,
pretending to be bored.

Playing fast guitar,
we wanted to destroy it all,
pretending to be bored,
we were never really free.

We were never really free,
pretending to be bored,
we wanted to destroy it all,
playing fast guitar.

Pretending to be bored,
on the garage floor,
playing fast guitar,
hammering the clothes.

On the garage floor,
of dry mouth rock ‘n’ roll,
hammering the clothes,
with the teeth grinding boredom.

Of dry mouth rock ‘n’ roll,
in the bollock freezing cold,
with the teeth grinding boredom,
just some dole queue nostalgia.

In the bollock freezing cold,
we were pretending to be poor,
just some dole queue nostalgia,
we were working in a factory.

We were pretending to be poor,
we wanted it to self-implode,
we were working in a factory,
we never really had control.

We wanted it to self-implode,
we wanted to destroy it all,
we never really had control,
we were never really free.

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