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Blade Runner World
01:51
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Blader runner world
1666, we burned the witch
From the stake, she cursed my name
Nightmares in my sleep
I can see her face
Dressed in black, eyes cold as ice
Now she has returned
Looking for revenge
I am on the run
In a Blade runner world
Tokyo skyline, rain is pouring down
Hiding in the future, centuries gone by
Sky scrapers rise like mountains
Hiding out the sky
I can feel her presence, to the end of time
(Chorus)
She never sleeps
She never sleeps
She never sleeps
She never sleeps
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Animal Pyjama
03:17
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Animal pyjama
Spiders, on the floor
Casting shadows, on the wall
Spiders in my bed
They bite my leg, I try to scream
Creepy crawly, arachnophobic
No! I'm not alone
I said no! I'm not alone
Chorus:
Have you seen the goon, barking at the moon?
When I fall to sleep I ain't no more a geek
In the darkest part of night I will take to flight
Under my bed I hide my animal pyjama
I could be a snake or a wicked iguana
Nothing really scares me in my animal pyjama
Cyborgs, flesh and steel
Radiation, termination
Cyborgs walk the streets
We must obey, we´re not okay
Radiation, termination
No! I'm not alone
I said no! I'm not alone
(Chorus)
No! I'm not alone
I said no! I'm not alone
(chorus)
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Trust in a Ghost
02:58
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Trust in a ghost
Welcome to this world
I´m sorry 'bout the mess
Well the cleaning-service quit
And we´re swimming in our shit
We all should wake up now
Or forever go to sleep
(The end is drawing nearer)
They penetrate your head
And slip into your mind
They´re picking out your eyeballs
To make you see their way
They knee you in the crotch
Well you thank them very much
(God's with you everyday-yay-yay)
Choke choke choke on your book
(Trust, trust, you trust in a ghost)
Choke choke choke on your good book
(Trust, trust, you trust in a ghost)
Choke choke choke choke choke on your book
(Trust, trust, you trust in a ghost)
Chokechokechokechokechokechoke on your book
(Trust, trust, you trust in a ghost)
Hey mr one-eyed man with those ravens by your side
Desert madness golden plates and bushes are on fire
Hide your women behind rags
and hang your God on a cross
(Chorus)
Woo-oo-oooo...
Woo-oo-oooo...
Woo-oo-oooo...
Woo-oo-oooo...
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#suicideselfie
02:52
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Suicide selfie
So you had a bad day and you wanna disappear
(Goodbye cruel world)
A picture tells more than your last words
(Goodbye cruel world)
Everybody´s doing it, everybody´s dead
(Goodbye cruel world)
Everybody´s posing with a bullet in the head
(Goodbye cruel world)
Suicide selfie, no cry for help
A beautiful corpse without a face
Pull the trigger, post it online
Gorgeous way to end your days
So you start the engine and suck on the hose
(Goodbye cruel world)
And you kick the chair as you overdose
(Goodbye cruel world)
Better by you, better than me
(Goodbye cruel world)
Suicide solution on LP
(Goodbye cruel world)
(Chorus x 2)
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Love/Sex
02:45
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Love/Sex
Shut the curtains, close the door
Can´t have the neighbours think you´re a whore
In the darkness, on your back
Think of Jesus, make no sound
Close your eyes, wash your hands
Close your eyes, wash your hands
Just spread that DNA
Love is, love is, love is for those who can´t afford real sex
Village people, small town girl
Lot´s of talking, have you heard?
Don´t wanna make your mother cry
Virtue ain´t nothing you can buy
Stare at the ceiling, do it quick
All thoughts of pleasure make you so sick
No lace or leather, dirty talk
And lingerie ain´t keeping you warm
Close your eyes, wash your hands
Close your eyes, wash your hands
Just spread that DNA
(Chorus: x 4)
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Pissing Blood
03:39
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Pissing blood
What did you do, that night?
Why did you go, in that car?
On the edge of town
You´ll never be the same again
Did you do it, for the money?
Do you regret, the things you did?
Would you do it, all again?
You´ll never be the same again
You´re pissing blood
Do you know what it means?
Pissing blood
Do you know what it means?
You´re pissing blood
Do you know what it means?
How does it feel, to be alone
Cheap and used and numb inside
In a darkened room
You´ll never be the same again
One thing, led to another
Freezing cold with running nose
On a concrete floor
You´ll never be the same again
(Chorus)
So many men...Too many men...
In a warehouse, on your knees
Please stop, please
So many men...Too many men...
In the harbour, on your knees
Please stop, please
Now you need to take a shower (x 6)
Take a shower (x 12)
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Trashcan Dance Helsinki, Finland
Trashcan Dance base camp is in Helsinki, Finland and the band has released four albums. From a more straight forward melodic
punk sound the band has evolved in a darker, gothic direction with strong influences from 80's goth rock. For fans of Turbonegro, Alice Cooper and Lords of the new Church. Check us out on:
www.facebook.com/trashcandanceband
Contact: trashcandanceband@gmail.com
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