1. |
Teenage Queen
05:56
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Hey teenage Queen,
You want to be like
Someone you're not
Just 17, Yet you could
get your hands on
Branded stuff,
And everybody said
that you're so great,
At Fire Disco, burning
up the stage.
Hey teenage Queen,
Your mothers crying
In her room at night,
She's 43, And she has
eyebags, sunken
cheeks and debts
And all the piledrivers
In her head, They keep
on pounding, Pounding
up her brains.
Will you be her friend
Will you be so kind
As to stop a while and
Think of her plight.
Teenage Queen dethroned.
Hey teenage Queen,
Are you still loving in your
Dreamlike world, Ain't
Life a breeze, with all
Your Valentino, Emporio
Jeans, What if it all
ends will you still feel
Safe, Or end up asking
people questions like,
“Will you be my friend,
Are you still a friend,
Of 'mine."
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2. |
Peroxide
04:08
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As soon as he was done
She's paid and he was gone,
Like objects they're thrown,
Into faces still unknown
Making money to survive,
What is wrong, if nothing's right
Who am I to be judge,
Pointing mistakes like some God
So what if she's not working 9 to 5,
So what coz if they pay then it's fair enough
Same bastard went back home,
Kissed his wife and kids, what joy,
And she's just left alone,
Getting raped and paid what a life
Should I think that's what she wants,
Given a choice I think its not,
I think its not enough
So what if she's not working 9 to 5,
That's why she has to dye her hair peroxide blonde,
Oh, Oh....
Sitting down on that wretched chair,
Waiting for her men,
To come by and take her then,
Take her by the hand,
Some hate rubber,
Oh,they don't care,
If she dies, it's too bad,
When it's over, take some tissue,
Hope it goes away....
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3. |
Sunflower
03:29
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I'm still laughing at myself,
Not free-falling from despair,
Like those games we used to play,
Spinning tops and hide all day,
It's so hard, to describe
You don't want me,
To tell her about it
I could have gave her flowers,
Could have shown her my world,
But it's so senseless,
Cause she's plain brainless
Her hair's like Bellbottom's in the rain,
Soft and flowing with the wind,
Or is my mind just playing games
She's a fool, cos hip is dead,
It's so hard, to describe,
She likes Janis, Purple and Pink...
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4. |
Shoe
07:17
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Lying down, with my friends
Watching sunset along this drunken bay,
At this state of my day,
Wishing death to come by and take my breath,
Spinning round, with no sound,
Someone just saw Hendrix smashed his guitar
But my soles still stuck there in this pair
Left alone, in my home
She just took off her clothes and made him groan,
Licking sounds, lollipops,
They all say little girls just taste the same
But my soles still stuck there in this pair
Mum just made a birthday cake
And I ate half of it till I was dead,
Brothers mad, I was glad,
And we broke each other's nose like we don't care
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5. |
Hunchback
05:06
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Oh my, you're so assured,
Oh right, so I've heard
It's not easy being dumb,
I'm not saying I am blind.
But it's alright, take your time...
Why do I walk with a slight hunch,
If I walk straight,
Will I still feel fine...
Is it a shame if I look down,
Should I be blamed,
If I just couldn't comprehend,
To understand
Why do I walk with a slight hunch,
If I walk straight,
Will I still feel fine...
Everyone is so confused,
Beautiful! I'm undecided
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6. |
Just Shaved
07:54
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Hey little boy, it's not too late,
For you to shout,
“I'm not a Clown, it's just too bad that I look dumb!”
Let's smile instead, of telling lies, about your life
Pink panther's dead, inside a box, within my brain
Is it too much to ask for,
It's not for fame, I live for,
I feel so f#@ked from pure hate,
Your shiny skull, it's so fake,
Punk
Sid Vicious, dead!
A silly fool, engraved and hailed,
Young fickle minds, who shaved their heads,
It's so cliched
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7. |
Vacuum
01:47
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My hands are bleeding,
Would you like to, hold it again
So cold stark and silent, life is bleeding,
Where sleep lies alone
If I close my eyes,
I'll be closer to her breasts,
Then I'll keep on smiling
Till I wake again, again
You weaved confusion,
Raped my conscience,
Dying my pride,
Blood warm and seamless,
Drips with ropes that hangs in your smile
If I close my eyes then,
Will it be too late,
Then I'll keep on smiling,
Till I wake again
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8. |
Teenage Queen...Reprise
06:04
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Hey teenage Queen,
You want to be like
Someone you're not
Just 17, Yet you could
get your hands on
Branded stuff,
And everybody said
that you're so great,
At Fire Disco, burning
up the stage.
Hey teenage Queen,
Your mothers crying
In her room at night,
She's 43, And she has
eyebags, sunken
cheeks and debts
And all the piledrivers
In her head, They keep
on pounding, Pounding
up her brains.
Will you be her friend
Will you be so kind
As to stop a while and
Think of her plight.
Teenage Queen dethroned.
Hey teenage Queen,
Are you still loving in your
Dreamlike world, Ain't
Life a breeze, with all
Your Valentino, Emporio
Jeans, What if it all
ends will you still feel
Safe, Or end up asking
people questions like,
“Will you be my friend,
Are you still a friend,
Of 'mine."
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The Stoned Revivals formed in 1990 as a four-piece band, influenced by thrash, punk, Madchester, Blaxploitation acid jazz and funk. With various line-up changes, the core of the band maintained as Esam Salleh (Vox/Guitar), Kamal Yacob (bass) and Syed Ahmad (drums/guitar/keyboards). ... more
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