Year 10 Disco - makeshift scoundrel
Channel: makeshift scoundrel
Date: 2019-05-19

Track 1
Snuffgod & Godless
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lyrics:
If it’s dance that we’re having, I’ll go and strain my heart into a tango,
It’s my last shard, shard well spent.
We, the purple hand boys of the fist, took the piss and took the path Liam went.
Old man told me to eat up a carrot. 
Maybe that way, man, I won’t be blind to the crimes of my person,
Na bun that curse them, let me be a fool while I still got time 
Girl in a locket. Powder in his pocket when he wants to pop to space but can’t afford a rocket. 
Wipes his feet on the mat, he’s scared not to.
She said "stop" and he listened.
Said I wish I was different. 
Wish she weren’t distant.
Looking in the mirror like I wonder why. 
Hood up, head down under warm streetlights and the night said to the sky “He’d risk it all for a smile.” 

Love get back now. She can’t look back now.
She’s crying bout dad at the Year Ten Disco. 
Friend of mine, friend of mine,
Just sing that ditty, it’s all that we know.
Don’t tell sir now, she’s ruined on the ground.
To the same pop shite at Year Ten Disco. 
Where’s he gone lass? Sure he’s not coming back? 
Ain’t a half of a smile in the drama she knows. 

If it’s a laugh that we’re having, I’ll chuck my last frown out the bus on a school trip ruck, 
Lucks on my side, they can have God.
I can have 2 friends, they can have squads.
Lost and the twos ain’t got clues for what they should do. 
Play it on the knackered guitar.
Stars in the sky like "Why man? Thought you were alright man." 
Most boys grow into a right old arse. 
Nobody so uptight waits at a stop light,
Happily fuming at the wheel ya feel? Unreal.
How they raise the boys amongst that noise 
And still laugh at them through the family meal.
And you telling him calm down as if will happen
And lasses modestly secluded eventually snapping and apologising,
"why you disrespectful?" 
They ain't got points, use their brains what they’re meant for. 

Love get back now. She can’t look back now.
She’s crying bout dad at the Year Ten Disco. 
Friend of mine, friend of mine,
Just sing that ditty, it’s all that we know.
Don’t tell sir now, she’s ruined on the ground.
To the same pop shite at Year Ten Disco. 
Where’s he gone lass? Sure he’s not coming back? 
Ain’t a half of a smile in the drama she knows. 

And the Spanish Armada sunk at our harbours,
La da da da da da.
His father to laughter searched for an answer.
A silver greyish stallion, the valiant and gallant got mistaken for a tallyman.
Why ever would I talk about the weather? 
If ya clever, peep out the window, look for rain and something better, my son. 
It’s all American and guns on The Sun with a headline that reads "It’s not our fault, it’s their young's." 
It’s the generation of a catchy slogan, a Tory, strong stable.
Irrational devotion to saying rash shit that shouldn’t be spoken. 
Who’s chosen by a deity? Who's scammer or a showman? 

I don’t know where to go, erm.
Oil kegs in the ocean.
Emotion that holds them is such a sad notion.
Scramble or poach them? What’s in their yolk?
My darling, My saviour,
I think that we’re broken.
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