Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , guitar , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals

I’ve been listening lately 
To the shite that they play on the radio daily
Nothing quite can excite ,too frothy to sway me 
 It’s all far too light more like coffee than gravy

Where’s all the rock stars gone 
The ones who leave it all in their songs
The ones who grab you by the balls and make you sing along
And I’m not joking , these kids today
Not even smoking all far too gay 
And I mean that in the very best way
That your supposed to use it nowadays 

Ladies and gents I don’t know the answer
We need 4 ill raised scally’s 
Not sixteen shit dancers

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Tell me, folks, what's your recipe?(grilled cheese )
First, lose creativity. (Yes please)
Make it bland for all the sheep
who walk blind through life, superficially. (Not deep)
Take their voice, give 'em words to speak  (thought free)
nor a choice but to hit repeat. ( bought three)
Prey on them 'cause their minds are weak, 
and likely to fork out about a g per seat, (fuck me)
buy your merch, wear it in the street.(ok)
Advertise your shit for free. (No way)
To feel a sense of community
though nothing you say or do is unique.  (Per say )

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Over saturation splitting at the seams
Radio rubbish just don’t appeal to me
Shiny shit , opium for the masses
Not about tunes 
Just folks shaking asses
It’s gone too far to save
Sgt pepper and the walrus turning in their graves

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Scallies

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

Ghetto Falsetto

Mac , music , lyrics ,vocals
Scotty , lyrics and vocals
Shane , lyrics and vocals

Jimmy really should have learned how to drive 
But he thought he was the last of the lads alive
He never knew his signals or emergency stops
Took a blind side right with his headlights off
And that was the end of that 
But there’s always some daft twat
Who dabbles in disaster for a silly laugh
Perhaps it’s apt 
But Christ it’s proper sad
He was probably an arsehole but someone’s little lad
And it makes em mad in the daily mail
When every little jimmy fails
“They should be building bigger jails , these criminals shall not prevail”
Fuck off Doris ,I’ve got news for you 
You can climb down off that high horse
Cos it ain’t fit for glue

Those with glass minds throwing rocks tonight
Knowing that they never lived a day in their lives

Well, Linda sits upon her porch 
with cigarettes and beer,
waitin' for her cheque and askin'
the mailman each time he's near.
She lives with other women,
who are very much the same.
Seven babies from eight daddies.
Makin' them is just a game
for them to live in ignorance,
sit and do nothing, 
but complain about the immigrants 
that make them quite insane,
even though they're working difficult, shit jobs 
that they're too proud to do.
Entitlement based on their skin
colour and where it was they grew.

There’s two sides to a coin
When judgement calls
Those opinions are the shovel that will bury us all
And that’s all 
X

Fit for glue

Mac ,music , lyrics , vocals 
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics vocals

Hello and welcome back once again 
I used to be harmful now I’m just Shane 
I know what your thinking, terrible name 
Bang on the level with a Wayne or Dwayne again
I’m waffling , selling it as steak when I’ve snuck a lot of offal in
I’m throttling it up but still i’m filling it with fluff
Like some new cool teddy bear or tragic old school muff
It’s enough to grind your gears 
Always banging on in song about my probalems and my fears
It’s been the same for years
Fames the aim then tears
Till maccy b and Scotty clipped me hard behind the ears
They said “mate it’s like this int it””
“Even if the prize is piss it’d still be nice to win it “
“We know that you’ll jump ship but help us to begin it
Fuck it that’s enough thats gotta be a 
minute

It was just an idea a short while ago
Bouncing sounds of these two blokes I know
We may be scallies ,not fit for glue
Bringing our falsetto highs to you

Well, it's the one man verity show,
some of you know me better as Scotty.
And, I make sloppy
hasty home recordings every time that life has got me
feelin' fuckered up, and I assure you that's a lot. See,
by nature, I am naughty, and sometimes there's no dodging
a frenzied floozie that wants to field my caber tossing.
But, no, that is not me. Not anymore.
I'd rather be alone on the beach or front porch
or behind closed doors. Shut them out and ignore.
Plug in and play, fuck around and explore
to the sounds that my mates send me weekly, or more.
I live for this shit, even if the pay is poor.
So, mates, gimme more. For this group, I'm a such a whore.
And soon, with more tunes, we'll be in the i-store
collecting cyber dust as I trust we'll be deplored
by the superficial cunts who love the shit that makes me snore.
Zzzzzz

I love peace but I’m an architect of noise
In this musical sandwich with these two boys
Lincolnshire loafers, Canadian filling
Bodies broke but our minds are still willing
Could be here one minute the next we’re gone
So far so good , three heads better than one
So cheers for listening
You know that I’m ending this shit because it’s checkout time
Goodbye

Hot Scotty sandwich

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals 

True, I'm still in love with you
despite all the bullshit that we have been through.
Even though our hearts have been torn in two,
we can grow, be strong, and build atop the ruins. 
You know you're worth every ounce of fight I've got left in me and I can't try to rest knowing that I won't sleep until this is right. So, pick up and fight for this, darling. True love is calling. And if you are willing, we could be happy together a lifetime. But, is it worth it?

Don’t listen to his hippie shit 
If your your looking for the king of love it’s gotta be a brit
And I think I might be it
Or at least a little bit
I don’t know if you’ve heard about me ?I’m quite exotic , tall  and swarthy and more sensitive than most
And have you ever heard of Byron ?cos I’ve spent half of my life trying to resurrect his ghost
It makes me more adept to understand the fairer sex
Let me take you home 
Cos baby there’s been something I been meaning to tell you
The smiles you give to him are causing pure living hell to  my heart
Oh let’s not start that shit 
I’ll just regret it
And I know you know that my loves the strongest 
Probably cos I keep going on for the longest 
But Christ 
I’m so fucking nice
And yeah true love is calling
But I’m singing softly 
It might be worth stalling 
Cos true love is costly

So what is true love if it ain’t true at all ?
Is it calling?

Every ounce of fight

Mac ; music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty ; lyrics , vocals
Shane ; lyrics , vocals
Backing vocals and pretend robotics ; mr and mrs harmful 


I can’t be scared of modern day ai 
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry

Cos them robotic minds somewhere deep inside 
Will never feel the difference between jealousy and pride
Or fathom out the fashions of the secrets that we hide
But I’m so alive , I can fantasise 
I can disbelieve what’s before my eyes
But I won’t prophesies demise
Because prophets love to lie
And I’m too busy getting high
That’s where I find the fire
Unless we’re blind to the light 
There ain’t no need to fight
Cos it’s impossible to die
If we’ve never been alive

I can’t be scared of modern day Ai
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry 

I'm not convinced there's skill in prompts
that generate soulless and gaunt
emotions that fall short of what is human.
Such foolish sheep ingesting these
false imitations of beliefs,
experiences not achieved, nor numen. 
And it's plumin' smoke into the air,
unnatural, how do they dare
pollute our world without a care for people?
Why can't we all accept, make peace
that perfection is out of reach
and we are ours, flaws, all, unique, yet equals.
 
Oh Ai 
My my

Ai oh my

Hi , we’re Mac , Scotty and Shane and we’re alright if you like that type of thing

Find Mac here : https://on.soundcloud.com/ykKOMJaT5S08shXQ2x

And Scotty here : https://on.soundcloud.com/CLSShQ7jOlAo9gXH6h

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