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Another Shot Of Whiskey
(A. Kessler/M. Zapata/M. Dresdner/S. Moriarty)

You walk in with another headache
I can tell by the lines in your face
You seem to think if you just remove the problem
The answers are what will come next

There's a motion in daily silence
That's the yeses swimming round my head
I need to listen to my conscience
The world puts me down instead

I have four walls and they're to watch me
The blankness jumps right off the page
My fingers try to tear the paper

Guilt Within Your Head
(A. Kessler/M. Zapata/M. Dresdner/S. Moriarty)

Each time you fall the pieces are only more
And farther between
And those pieces won't hold together with all the
Guilt built in your head

Our insecurities, they bend us down on broken knees
Our insecurities, we wear them till we cannot see
The crap the shit the garbage our mind it has to swallow;
it makes us enemies, building up mistrust with greed
Turns me to shut the door and hide away while time gets lost
Your ignorant response can leave you looking of a beast
(chorus)
And when you're pushing me away

warfare is wearing Doctor Martens
chaos is wearing a Fred Perry shirt
with the smiling mug
and with the cropped hair
crime wave from the tower blocks
violence from the back streets
terror from the terraces
comes after a few beers

There is a silence that paces us all
It's sensitive to the peace that we've known
And if I could take that crevice in me
I'd fill it up with all that you bleed
I was walking into the water
and I was trying not to breathe
I could feel the current pulling
and I just kept in deeper

I've thought about it hell about a million times
It takes all my strength just to keep it calm
I have to tell myself it's there just to breathe
Holding it inside will only help to do me in

Each time I close my eyes I see another chain
It's one I can't forget something I cannot break out of
I need a second skin something to hold me up

Gównem dla mnie jest dziś każdy radny,
Gównem dla mnie jest prezydent miasta.
Pederasta.

Czerwona rada miasta to twoja ruina,
Władza wędliniarzy i brudna dyscyplina.
Pederaści.