LYRICS:

Said the cops won’t catch me
But they sure as hell ain’t with you
Mans a diamond to the system
He’s the one that they can’t go through

Sittin' in a motel room
Cops don’t come too soon
What have we come to

Making love to what could be
Haven’t you seen
That you are slaves to constitutions

Fuck it up

And stop
think
Breathe
Listen to the preachers
In the street
Making you feel bad
What you've done
Is what will be
Fuck it up
And then you’ll see

Think that we done progress
Well we got some shit to address
We ain’t done and we ain’t close to
What these bastards have put us through

Dress the suits in red
Put them to bed
Rest gammon heads
The liars said
The earths not dead
Yet
Private school delinquents

No bodies to rent
No minds on lease
You is your property
Burn your flag
Start policing the police

The powers in your hands darling
(While you bask in the imperial core)
And the zone is closer than you think
(You swim in pools of blood)
And when you arrive at mr mr's door
(Our terrorists live in palaces)
The country will be yours once more
(You’ve been at war your whole lives)
And the king will be crowned
The king of the queers,
The king of the dunes,
The city queen at day the master at night
Once a bitch and now the son
You run your kingdom and i mine
(This is a class worth fighting for)
You’re a diamond, just look in and you’ll see
(Rejoice in your collective power)
(Rejoice rejoice rejoice)

Gammon

GAMMON

Lyrics: 

Pray without conviction 
Pray for your father and his brother's son 
Pray our homes are burning
Pray for the love that's gone 

You wont know me 
When I'm Lonely 

Pray for the compounds 
Pray for the seeds which fill your throat
Pray you partridged bastard 
Pray for the love that's gone 

Now stand up and pray you praised fags
You men of sin you lovers of all evil 
Stand up, come on wave your flags 
You're dead to us
You're dead to god

Photo credits: www.flickr.com/photos/chicks57/ with alterations by Casper James

PRAY - Recorded Rehearsal

CherryTight - Radio Edit

CherryTight

LYRICS:

He’s the baddest motherfucker in town
He loves like a tiger 
And he’s got a trunk like a wooly mammoth 
You know where he’s going 
He’s going down 
To the love zone 

Yes sir you got the magic in your eyes 
But we got soul 
Yes babe you gotta pretty feed alright 
But we got soul 

We got soul 
Said we got soul

Makeup, throw on your boots and strut your stuff 
Because you got soul 
Fuck work, baby he's going out tonight 
Because he got soul 

I said we got soul 
I said we got soul

What do we got? We got it 
We got soul 

Come on take a seat with me 
Be whore and out of beat 
We're a cold society 
So love come take this ride with me 
Leave your trousers at the door 
You don't need them anymore 
I left a message on your phone 
Said come meet me down the 
Love zone 
We got soul 
The love zone 

It’s a binary of crave and lust 
And god you’ll believe it 
When they guide you down the path that night 
You know where you’re going 
You’re going down 
To the love zone 

'Ello my darlings having fun?
We're making love to everyone 
It's on the chairs it's in your hair 
He spat it out, we didn't care 
There's times to go and times we've had 
A romance on a sofa bed 
Don't take a nap don't go to sleep 
(You never know where tigers feed)

Come and take a seat with me 
Be whore and out of beat 
We're a cold society 
So love come take this ride with me 
Leave your trousers at the door 
You don't need them anymore 
I left a message on your phone 
Said come meet me down the 
Love zone 
We got soul 
The love zone

Love Zone

Fiery aggro-glam band from South Wales with a duty to start riots in 6 inch platforms.

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