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No coast
02:26
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When I stare by the window
I can see the concrete sea
The enormous city where I always lived
And I wonder if it’s the place where I wanna be
No east, no west
No peace, no rest
No waves, no boards
No surf, no coast
This ain´t L.A, this ain´t N.Y.
I complain, I don´t know why
When I want to watch the sea
I take the tram to Parla Beach
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2. |
Mike the stakhanovite
02:28
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Mike wakes up at 5 a.m.
Drives 30 miles everyday
Works from sunrise to sunset
Earning money that will never be enjoyed
Work is dignity, says Mike
(But) He´s a fucking stakhanovite
Talk shit ´bout those who don´t work
Snitches if someone does something wrong
Mike, think about it,
There´s a life beyond your job
And you won´t inherit the world
By working for someone
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3. |
May Day
01:50
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The stick beats the head
A spurt of blood begins to flow
Among the crowd
The leader is not safe anymore
After all those betrayals
You got what you deserved
That tissue´s getting bloody red (oh yeah!)
After all those betrayals
You got what you deserved
It´s seems you really wanna yell
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday
People shout
The fellow is a heavy-weight
An emergency call
Because his flight is losing height
After all those betrayals
You got what you deserved
That tissue´s getting bloody red (oh yeah!)
After all those betrayals
You got what you deserved
It´s seems you really wanna yell:
May Day, May Day, May Day
May Day, May Day, May Day
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4. |
Grip
00:39
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God (God)
Give me more grip (give him more grip)
To grab my sticks (to grab his sticks)
My butter hands don´t help
Please (please)
Give me more grip (give him more grip)
To grab my sticks (to grab his sticks)
So they won´t fly over their heads
Give me more grip (give him more grip)
Give me more grip (give him more grip)
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5. |
Scratched knees
01:19
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With a ball in the hand
Ringing the bells at my friends´
Stones, bottles or sweaters
Were the posts of our goals
Scratched knees and bruises
Matches with no referees
Waste grounds or lonely streets
Were the stadiums of our league
Games lasted till dusk
Blew the final whistle
Scratched knees and bruises
Matches with no referees
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Conspiranoid
02:22
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Were the aliens who did this to me?
Was Osama really thrown to the sea?
Who the fuck drew that shit in the fields?
Is the CIA behind everything?
How the hell that pyramid was built?
And what about that attack to the twins?
I´m trying to answer these questions
My friends tell me that I´m becoming a…
Conspiranoid
I need to fill this void
Conspiranoid
And blame the reptiloids
Aliens and Americans
Bilderberg and saurians
They all are to blame
Maybe they are the same
I´m not sure if that´s the truth
But it works for me (and for you)
To explain good and evil
Taking the easiest way
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