1. |
Heavy Heart
03:39
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Heavy Heart
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
Heavy heart!
A heavy heart!
Heavy heart!
Heavy, heavy, heart!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Why so shy now,
All of a sudden?
Why so shy now,
All of a sudden?
Sing it loud!
I know you're proud!
Sing it loud!
I know you're proud! Huh!
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
Heavy heart!
A heavy heart!
Heavy heart!
Heavy, heavy, heart!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
They used to make us dig our own shallow graves
Under your family's country's estate!
Politicians spoke and we obeyed
Used to
starve us til we withered away
Sing it loud!
I know you're proud!
Sing it loud!
I know you're proud! Huh!
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
Heavy heart!
A heavy heart!
Heavy heart!
Heavy, heavy, heart!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
They used to sing it with a Hard R
Now they say it with a heavy heart
Heavy heart!
A heavy
heart!
Heavy heart!
Heavy, heavy, heart!
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2. |
Deathwish
03:42
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My friend,
You've got
A deathwish
Hanging around in our town
My friend,
You've got
A deathwish
Hanging around this part of our town
They used to whisper
And now they shout
They used to whisper
And now they whimper!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
Back in my day, this was a green and pleasant land
Til your kind came around
Back in my day, this used to be a purebreed neighbourhood!
Til your kind came around, yeah!
They used to whisper
And now they shout
They used to whisper
And now they whimper!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
They used to whisper
And now they shout
They used to whisper
And now they whimper!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
No blacks! No dogs! No Irish!
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3. |
Danny Is A Hate Preacher
03:58
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Danny Is A Hate Preacher
Danny was just seven when he went to his first rally
Surrounded by skinheads in bomber jackets,
They watched Birth of a Nation and pledged allegiance to the flag,
Danny felt so proud as he looked up at his dad!
Saying: "Danny you're a young man; you've got to be strong!"
"Danny you're a young man! One day you'll fool them all!"
Danny was born into a world of hate,
His father said he was a big mistake.
His mother never showed him kindness,
So Danny confused love with violence
Saying: "Danny you're a young man; you've got to be strong!"
"Danny, you're a young man! One day you'll fool them!"
His father was a hate preacher,
Hate, hate! Hate, hate!
His father was a hate preacher,
Hate, hate! Hate, hate!
Danny used to stare into space,
Close his eyes, and dissociate,
Until one day he witnessed his father's white power,
And Danny was handing out leaflets within the hour
He asked his father for advice,
He said: "Tell them The Big Lie!"
When a preacher gives his word to you,
He's not to be trusted!
Nature! Nurture!
It's not in our nature to nurture!
Nature! Nurture!
It's not in our nature to nurture!
His father was a hate preacher,
Hate, hate! Hate, hate!
His father was a hate preacher,
And so was his dad, and his dad, and his dad, too!
His father was a hate preacher,
Hate, hate!
They promise everything, and give nothing
They hate everyone, and love themselves
They promise everything, and give nothing
They hate everyone, and love themselves!
Now Danny is a hate preacher,
Hate hate, hate hate!
Now Danny is a hate preacher
Don't try to humanize him, he wouldn't do the same for you!
Now Danny is a hate preacher,
I saw it on a documentary on BBC Two
Now Danny is a hate preacher,
Hate! Hate!
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4. |
Protect The Brand
03:51
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5. |
Bourdain
02:23
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Friday night, Brooklyn
At a trendy speakeasy
$5 shakes!
Got Travolta acting sleazy
Old-fashioned habits die hard
Our old-fashioned habits die hard, die hard!
No pain!
No gain!
Add a pinch of Cobain, add a dash of Coltrane
No pain!
No gain!
Take a sip for my friend, Bourdain!
Making ends meet
Tastes bittersweet
Losing my teeth
Al fresco kleptocracy
Old-fashioned habits die hard
Our old-fashioned habits die hard, die hard!
No pain!
No gain!
Take a sip for my friend
Blessed is he
Who in the name of charity and goodwill
Shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
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6. |
All The Ugly Things
02:21
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[Verse 1]
Well, I came here from a place
With lots of trees and beauty for beauty’s sake
Uh huh, yeah
Metal screeches through the night
And I’m finding that I like the way it sings
Uh huh, yeah well
I crush rats with my heel
And smile when they squeal
Slow like bending steel
Uh huh
Hear you whistle so I run
Find you bathing in the sun
Uh huh, yeah I squint in it with you
[Chorus]
Till you, say something
Would you say something
Say
[Verse 2]
Huh!
Back home there was a flood
And I’m told my house was buried in mud
Uh huh, yeah now
I’m drunk and dizzy here
Where all the ugly things are lit up so pretty
Uh, uh yeah
But sometimes
Sometimes I’d like to see a girl
With flowers braided in her hair
I pass out on the train
[Chorus]
Till you say something
Would you say something
Say something
Say, huh!
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KILL, THE ICON! London, UK
KILL, THE ICON! are a synth-punk band who wield a dagger at the underbelly of the
establishment.
Based in London, KILL, THE ICON! have gained traction with their signature blend of synth and fuzz, backed up by their trademark duo of ferocious drummers.
As played on John Kennedy (Radio X), Michael Bradley (BBC), Charlie Ashcroft (Amazing Radio).
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