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Patriot Missiles

by Paul Willox

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behold the man who's captured the limelight and with luck he played all his cards right he didn't need to play no guitar vanity and arrogance have got him this far with his fame he can rake in the dough because he knows how to put on a show he bathes himself in the light of his wealth showing no one can love him like he loves himself CHORUS He's got the money got the girls He's most famous round the world He lives his life on the sun Always pissing down on everyone He would be god if he could He's made an art of looking good He's knows he's damn hot as more cash fills the pot But there's one thing he ain't got... Strutting round the stage like a peacock on weed He doesn't bother to keep to the speed He doesn't need to know how to sing He's got his big ring bling and his ding a ling With his stylist he knows he looks swank And it doesn't matter that his music is W**k As his sex symbol status will be set in stone When he gives a blowjob to his microphone CHORUS He's got the money got the girls He's most famous round the world He lives his life on the sun Always pissing down on everyone He would be god if he could He's made an art of looking good He's knows he's damn hot as more cash fills the pot But there's one thing he ain't got... and that's talent
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Here I stand Suitcase and guitar in hand These Tunnels in my stride PC don He tells me that I must move on And take a walk outside CHORUS But here am I On the Underground And that wont change No that wont change Without the light I have clearer insight Into the world The world we live in Half past three The tunnels have their symphony And I am not alone Passers by give me just enough to buy a coffee and a scone CHORUS But here am I On the Underground And that wont change No that wont change Without the light I have clearer insight Into the world The world we live in CHORUS But here am I On the Underground And that wont change No that wont change Without the light I have clearer insight Into the world The world we live in No suns glare People do not pry and stare and I can live my life (But I) have my fans Who don't ignore my one man band and help me through my strife CHORUS But here am I On the Underground And that wont change No that wont change Without the light I have clearer insight Into the world The world we live in
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Here comes the politician Fake smile, a suit and a tie He's come to meet the spanish inquisition we're eager to here the what and the why But as usual He's saying nothing Is he dumb Or is he bluffing For he's bin playin' this game of politics where honesty and conscience don't even exist There is no solution Without a revolution Credit cuts withstanding Protests which are expanding You know there's no backing They say your plan is lacking The sorts of credentials That they would deem essential He speaks on economics With the precision of a drunken giraffe He's the master of missing the topics Spouting off some figures from an unknown graph But as usual He's saying nothing Is he dumb Or is he bluffing For he's bin playin' this game of politics Surrounded by a bunch of squabbling hypocrits The public will brand you Nimby's will always damn you The pressure is too great you cannot afford to wait Which ever way you turn Someone's gonna crash and burn So try to save yourself And sacrifice this nations health
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So this is the way that you want to see the world Just a silhouette of darkness in the light So you can be proud to see your flag unfurled Safely in the knowledge that you're always right And darkness covers those of whom you despise While your friends can always bask in the sun It gives you the perfect chance to brutalise Knowing that you hold account to no one CHORUS And you always wanted to keep things simple for yourself So you chose to see in black and white So naught can distract you fro the farming of your wealth And so you can crush all opponents in sight So this is the way you want to see the world With all your colours set to zero So even if you are the first to let fist go curled You can still end up feeling like the hero And you decide our fates within a single glance Marking us for public execution You find it easy not to give a second chance With such faith in constitution CHORUS And you always wanted to keep things simple for yourself So you chose to see in black and white So naught can distract you fro the farming of your wealth And so you can crush all opponents in sight And so you will recite your poetry of eloquence Of which you always wish to reprise And as you stumble through your front room filled with elephants Which for you not to see means they must be in disguise... They're not black or white So this is the way you want to see the world A place where you are wisdoms guiding light So you can cheer to see your flag unfurled It's a pity you can only see it in black and white
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You say you are the word of spoken truth And I hear you say you've found the proof You twist the lines of ancient text And use it to hang the noose around our necks Your followers are naught to you but sheep Their service's your harvest to reap drawn to you by your wisdoms guiding light So blinding that you rob them of their sight And then you finish building your temple of ignorance And the greatest power will be at your command And all those that follow you Will never understand You say that he's watching us from above You speak of a world of peace and love But all you ever do is hate And tell the rest of us we're already to late You brand us all for our "evil" crimes And say justice will make us pay in time But really who are you to tell Which of us are damned to burn in hell And then you fortify your temple of ignorance As the enemy close in on all sides And all those that follow you Will try to stem the tide You beat your followers till their souls are all but dead So you can print your rage inside their heads You conceal the signs of their delusion And Spur them on to bloody revolution And then you will return to your temple of ignorance With all their blood stained on your hands You know that they'll never find Your spoken promise land
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Hanging on the line Bin waiting all this time Just to talk to you A question in my mind That I really need To say to you CHORUS But am I wasting all my time Should I go find someone else And even if you answer Will you ever be able to help Hanging on the line Only company the whine Of the engaged tone Outside the sun shines But I'm stuck in here Strapped to this telephone CHORUS But am I wasting all my time Should I go find someone else And even if you answer Will you ever be able to help How long has it been Always seems to be like the same scene repeated over... and over... and over What's the message mean How long must I wait Until it's over... over... over CHORUS But am I wasting all my time Should I go find someone else And even if you answer Will you ever be able to help Hanging on the line Bin waiting all this time Just to talk to you A question in my mind That I really need To say to you I'm gonna keep hanging on the line I don't care what people say And even if it seems you can't be mine I'll still love you anyway
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released February 7, 2013

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