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Wrong Sounds
04:16
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So thanks for coming round
You've done so well you must be proud
It's the kind of thing you read about
Kid makes good, burns out.
I know you didn't ask
but check this out - check out this advice I have
You learn so fast
Learn to kiss ass
I'm on the ground looking up at your window
and you won't come down and you won't let me in
so I'll go away and come back on another night.
I know your moods and they change in an instant.
The subway, the hallway, the den or the kitchen.
There's nowhere that's safe and there's never a place to hide.
You might not like it but I've got the impulse
to make aweful music from dischord and insults.
Sounds that are ugly and rank and unnerving
and fucked up and sonically painful, disturbing, and wrong.
You and I, we don't belong.
Like a law that's been on the books too long.
A trend whose time has come and gone.
It's time to move along.
You ask as an aside,
"How can you feel so unkind?"
I'm lucky to know how I feel
Let along the reasons why.
I'm on the ground looking up at your window
and you won't come down and you won't let me in
so I'll go away and come back on another night.
I know your moods and they change in an instant.
The subway, the hallway, the den or the kitchen.
There's nowhere that's safe and there's never a place to hide.
You might not like it but I've got the impulse
to make aweful music from dischord and insults.
Sounds that are ugly and rank and unnerving
and fucked up and sonically painful, disturbing, and wrong.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
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No Justice, Just Us
01:48
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A look inside your suicide notebook there's still time to run.
Keep your eyes wide shut and if you see something, say something dumb.
A "thanks ma'm", and a door slam gotta get out while the getting's fair
Time to flee don't stop to breathe, I can believe the stuff you share.
And you trust noone 'cause they can't trust you
And there is no god because there is no truth
And there is no point because there is no use
And there ain't no justice, just you
We're outside, took a ride in a taxi. We're all high on blow.
A hot mess on a quest for some action. It takes one to know.
What's right, what's wrong when a fight goes on and your friends all throw?
It's self-defense and ten to three against that the cops won't show.
You can fear your feelings when it all goes wrong and
You can hide your secrets deep inside your songs
And there are no reasons and there is no proof
And there ain't no justice, just you.
There ain't no justice, just you.
There ain't no justice, just you.
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Control Group Brooklyn, New York
Control Group is Darren Korb, Jack Plug, and Evan Reynolds. Rock. Music.
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