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Cast Off
02:41
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By our wealthy kingdom
We raised the dead
Undercover army
Of filth and crackheads
Flotsam and jetsam hanging around
Are we too blind to see them?
That in this fucked-up society,
We don’t act and just feel shame
We’ve purposely sown the seeds
Of discontent
Hunger and deprivation
By common consent
Who can we blame but us?
On fair sharing, we should focus.
Land of plenty
But only for those
Who control money
Ignoring ghettoes
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Bad Habit
02:15
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No social policy, no equity
You're asking for more solidarity
I see you angry the day after
But don't you forget your voting paper
A shinny day to drive peacefully
However all these people make you crazy
You forget the two last bottles of wine
Because you have a baby on board sign
We all have our bad habits
Our brain is full of shit
We all have our bad habits
The first step is to admit
In our modern and civilized country
There're a lot of things we should not see
People ask for money to buy some bread
And sometimes I also turn my head
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3. |
Monkeys for the Monkeys
02:08
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Monkeys are banned from clubs
How believe what they would see
Alpha males fighting for girls
Superior race, Humanity
We don’t climb trees anymore
Behind us, Middle Ages
Every Saturday in store?
Our brand new modern cages
I look at them, I look at us
and definitely I can’t believe
The human being is going nuts
We’re monkeys for the monkeys
Apes will die without our cares
That’s our superiority
But we’re fed with tears and scares
And they keep their unity
We're monkeys for the monkeys (x4)
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4. |
Game Over Fascist Clown
02:08
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Politics are not elected to spend their time humiliating people.
Fists are tied, Voices are mute, lifes are stolen by an asshole.
Feed the rich, spit on the poors, close the borders, it's not my vote.
Open your hands, open your eyes, open your mind, we need a shock.
Many years earing your lies, harassment must stop right now.
Put away your uniforms, we won't anymore support your law.
You failed to divide our nation, your real face is finally out.
Get away of our world, you're the fuckin' target of the shot.
Game over fascist clown (x3)
Right now
Stars and stripes, tricolor flags, a crescent or a rainbow, who cares.
Citizens must choose their life, you're not allowed to play with fears.
The skin color is a detail, our way to live is what we are.
Now the slaves are all unleashed, revolution is not so far.
You see the crowd demonstrating, the real threat is changing sides.
No need a gun for a riot, people can fight with just their prides.
Your partisans are passed away, the world is now on the right track.
You can trust me for the last time, the filthy beast will not come back.
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5. |
Overcast
02:20
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Trapped in a cell
My mind went blank
This place’s like hell
How can I rank?
Amid the turmoil
I‘ve got to face the day
Belonging to this soil
One has to pay.
Concrete boots,
Pulling me down,
As much effort you put,
Can’t reach the ground.
Living dead end streets
At every cornerstone
The only available exit’s
To live on your own.
If the fittest
Can only survive
Won't try my best
To stay alive.
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6. |
Buy 1 Get 2 Free!
02:06
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You have to work hard day after day
You don’t understand why you can’t manage to save money
So don’t pay the cost of three
Here we are, we’re gonna give you two free
Don’t buy if you can’t know before
Like with us, if you ask for one, you’re sure to get two more
So don’t pay the cost of three
Here we are, we’re gonna give you two free
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Please if you don’t wanna write again these bullshits
So next time just read our lyrics
coz we are...
Not an anti-gay band, Not an anti-gay band
You are right, our English is not as good as yours
But concerning our idea, we’re sure
that we are…
Not an anti-gay band, Not an anti-gay band
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Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock x2
My sock was on the floor
I know I locked the door
So why, when I woke up,
I really looked like a big schmuck
Can’t understand, what the fuck?
Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock x2
My sock was not ugly
Maybe a bit cheesy
I’ve never felt like that
I look everywhere in my flat
I can’t prove the guilt of this bloody cat
Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock, Where’s my sock x2
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He has no friends to play with and at school
They laugh at him and think he is a fool
He’s too skinny to do sport, he’s too weak
Kids shout at him “you’re a freak!”
Sunday morning, ten o’clock, nothing new
Mum at the bar, Mark has nothing to do
He looks outside, a young girl is playing
He knows she doesn’t like him
He was like me and you
So what happened in his head?
He was like me and you
He was like me and you
So what happened to his brain?
He was like me and you
Me and you
Most probably because of the boredom
The loneliness, the dirty years to come
So he decides to open the door up
And locks before a cock-up
Looking round in the office of his dad
Nothing special, Mark always seems so sad
But suddenly, opening a drawer
He knows life will be easier
In the classroom, kids were suddenly scared
Mark disclosed them a PC and declared
“Hey! Pack of geeks, shut your mouth, have a look”
Your life is damned, here’s Facebook!”
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8. |
Two-faced America
01:54
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On your left, endless beaches of California
With careless kids trying to catch the tanned chicks
On your right, boozy nazis from Alabama
The KKK as a flag, hunting blacks with heavy sticks
I need it more but I can't tell
Why this country is such a hell
U.S.A. (x2)
I hate you so much but deep in my heart I love you too.
U.S.A. (x2)
How can you be so cute, in front of me I see through you.
On your north, the progressive ideas of Manhattan
A cultural melted-pot can be felt in all the streets
On your south, thousands of people you try to ban
With your wall of shame, you leave the same old shit repeats.
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9. |
Bang Your Head
01:15
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Crippled by boredom,
Non-event
Follows non-event,
Bang, your head,
Show you’re not dead
Burn and shine instead,
Before going braindead,
Rise from ashes,
Raise your fist and glass.
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10. |
Hate to Exist
02:04
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I get this feeling in me sweltering
My mind’s stuck, it’s so overwhelming
Can’t cope, I’m about to burst
Lost track of what to do first.
You think it’s bad, it only gets worse
Pushed from all sides, no way to reverse
Giving up is the only solution you see
Pack up and set yourself free.
Find a way out
And try to resist
Fight it back
When you hate to exist
There’ll always be someone who tells you off
Patches that are bound to be rough (and tough)
Before cracking up and losing it all
And all them people watch you fall
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11. |
Kamok
02:47
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It’s getting late
I know it’s our fate
Bottles running dry
However, we’ll try
When hopes are gone,
What can be done?
Opt out and fade,
I’d rather be dead.
Have another sip of Kamok
Drink up and forget the havoc
‘Till the bottles’s finally drain,
And at the bottom, you’ll drown.
It’ll speed you up,
Just need a cup,
Sweet as it seems
Shit faced that means.
Crumbs in your beard
You’d never feared
But once you’re there
You will not care
No more Kamok !
Gimme more Kamok !
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12. |
I Can't Give Up
01:19
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I see all around me the laziest way to live
Everything seems so easy through the TV screen
I wonder why I can't stop in front of the wall
Why I need to follow this overpowering call
I know my best efforts will never be enough
Even if my actions are thoughtful for good stuff
I raise my voice much higher than the others
Whatever the relevance of the answers
But I know I can’t give up my deep conviction
I know I can’t give up at all
I don’t allow myself any restriction
When I need to reach my goal
You can call it the death of our democracy
You don't agree with my behavior I see
I don't know any good reason to change my mind
Please don't take pity on me buddy, I'm fine
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13. |
Don't Care
01:52
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Wake up and get up every morning
Every day is the same old shit
The same old faces that I'm seeing
I want to do more and I have to make it
Tired of being exploited,
Bored with being their scapegoat
Rebellion is the only way to be heard
This is the only way not to let things rot
What do you want from me?
I don't care at all!
What do you want to say?
I don't care at all!
Fight for my thoughts and fight for my rights
Freedom is a utopia that will never come true
Still I am thriving to reach new heights
And leave a better world, nothing new.
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14. |
Last Bet
03:17
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I’m not down with it
I embraced the night
To end my days
I’m gonna kick out boredom
They stole our dreams
With their advertising
I stay aloof
Waiting for proofs
They’ve dug the hours
And pierced our ears
You must laugh at our cries
To enjoy time
Doomed to march
Searching for the sun
No spring in my step anymore
And so is my mind
I’ve seen a lamp post
Hovering over fall
It was awaiting winter
Like an old folk
Spreading these words
In a last outstanding effort
I’m lightening the burden
That’s bending my body
With a little hope
I’m gonna find wings
To get away from darkness
And spread the sky
As a merry star
Running away from despair
I’ll shine the light
To switch on the night
It’s so good to dream on
When times are bad
I could even dance
To make my life smile
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Flippin'Heck Toulouse, France
Depuis 2007, Flippin'Heck dépote avec un Punk Rock rapide et sauvage made-in Toulouse, distillant un son oscillant entre
old'school et hardcore, entaché de quelques touches mélo.
Ces 5 rockers se retrouvent autour du punk, du bruit et des bières avec des influences allant du métal au surf, sans passer par la case musette.
Suite à la stabilisation du line-up et à quelques poignées de concerts ...
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