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Zombie Workers
03:51
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Zombie workers at the office
public servants from the grave
Can slavery be called life?
Can these be called men?
Try to hide behind a desk
hope they haven’t seen me yet
Would I survive out there?
Should I run away?
Zombie workers all around
rotten flesh is on the ground
I can only hear one sound...
my own heartbeat
Zombie workers always happy
‘cos they never feel no pain
no fear of the whip
so glad to be dead
Zombie workers act like puppets
Zombie masters are to blame
wanna know who rules
over the living dead
Zombie workers all around
rotten flesh is on the ground
I can only hear one sound...
my own heartbeat
Ain’t no zombie politicians
ain´t no zombie bussiness men
all bankers seem to be
healthy, alive and well
I don’t wanna be a zombie
I don’t wanna kill myself
live life, and let die
have fun, and fuck them
Zombie workers all around
rotten flesh is on the ground
I can only hear one sound...
my own heartbeat
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2. |
Deep Sleep
06:42
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Deep sleep
In the darkest cell
at the bottom of the pit.
far away from reality
even awake.
Why should I
turn my eyes
on all of this misery?
Should I rise?
Should I fight?
Or should I stay the same?
And if I woke up
from this deep sleep
would it mean anything?
Deep sleep
in the darkest hour
of loneliness and grief
Nightmares seem like pleasant dreams
compared to reality
Lords and slaves
are just the same
no one is really free
Let me be
deep asleep
safe in insanity
And if I woke up from this deep sleep
Would it change anything?
Deep sleep in the darkest times
of selfishness and greed
Man is a wolf to man
and merciless indeed
Lords and slaves
are just the same
no one is really free
Let me be
deep asleep
safe in insanity
And if I woke up from this deep sleep
Would it change anything?
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3. |
Three Word Song
05:09
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You'd better get used to it
you’re the last fucking shit
Your job
is not important
won’t take you outta here
‘cos your
qualification
causes hilarity
your wages
are next to nothing
spent on the mortgage and beer
You'd better get used to it
you’re the last fucking shit
Her dog
is quite important
she feeds it everyday
her pal
is very important
she phones her everyday
her job
the most important
screws her everyday
Saturday night watching TV
I feel my mind’s out in the street
drinking the wine
I can’t sleep
I wanna shout
I wanna scream
You'd better get used to it
you’re the last fucking shit
I felt my job was unimportant
and so I quit for good
She threw my suitcase down the staircase
I think I need some booze
No longer worry ‘bout the mortgage
‘cos I ain’t got nothing to lose
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4. |
Go Punk !
04:59
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History’s crowded with cruel motherfuckers
Beheading their rivals
and raping their enemies’ wives
Enjoying the bloodshed
surrounded by corpses
betraying their captains
prevailing by murder or bribe
What can we do when we’re ruled by the butchers?
Some say there’s nowhere to hide.
go punk go punk go punk
go punk go punk go punk go punk
Stuck in the gutter
no hope and no future
a slave or a beggar
I’d rather go punk over you
What can you do when they’re kicking your ass?
you sure there’s nothing to do?
go punk go punk ...
In the begining god created man
next minute, he had a sword in his hand
He said "I'll use the power for the good"
but really he was thinking of the loot
And all the riches were not enough
oh, they’re never enough
We need no prophets
need no politicians
Don’t need no religion
no priests, no king and no god
Oh, no!
Look at each other, you’re not any better
no matter what you’ve got
remember you're just flesh and blood
We are not sheep, we don’t need any master
Why can’t they leave us alone?
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Pepe Carl Murcia, Spain
Ex-media docena de grupos desde los años 80, Pepe Carl resucita cada cierto tiempo para publicar música inspirada en los años 60, 70 y 80.
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