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The debut EP. Songs about the riots, religious fundamentalism, and cryogenic freezing. Roll up roll up

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released 19 March 2013

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Track Name: God 1.0
Turned out it was the fundies who guessed right
Enormity looked him up and down
Stood in a kangaroo court
One puny man versus what he never saw

Stepped from behind the curtain
All those dimly hinted laws
Shocked him with their truth
"You've actually got to be fucking kidding me

Need I explain what your eyes could see?
Oh, Mr Everywhere's asking me?
Wants an account of my life
Only when he's bored does this cat let the mouse die"

You can't hide from the mind that's
Like the bad smell, gets in everything
You can't hide from the mind that's
Like the bad smell, gets in everything

God gave the answer to the question
'What harm could it do?'
When he burnt the scum forever
For what he made him do

Could I propose anaphylactic shock?
An icy panic impaled his trunk
"What if I tried to reach you?
What if all this time I was trying to reach you?

I thought I owned my actions
But you're here telling me that was so
So I'm a bomb that you made
Don't detonate me then demand that I explain"

God gave the answer to the question
'What harm could it do?'
When he burnt the scum forever
For what he made him do
Track Name: The Louts of Love
A man with 1000 problems
A man with 1000 problems
Reduce your quantity of cares to one
Put a gun in your hand

The weight of 1000 worries
The weight of 1000 worries
Consolidate to one easy payment of nerves
With the gun in your hand

And if your neighbours trounce you
Hone pert irritations for you
Inject some fear into their notion of you
Put a gun in your hand

If beautiful faces mock you
Or adverts come to destroy you
Turn your arm into a battering ram
Put a gun in your hand

Braced against the louts of love
Braving all the placid thugs

When all your first world problems
Threaten your delicate self-hood
Make like it's a bad film or a bad dream
Put a gun in your hand

No more hiding from people
No more hiding from the folk who you
Reveal your bunker mentality to
With the gun in your hand

When the savages surround you
Crowing, spitting and taunting
What makes you the man with the best fuck you?
The gun in your hand

Braced against the louts of love
Braving all the placid thugs
Track Name: London Riots
My wrist braved the angry shards of a Wood Green shop window
To bring you this black iPod, my darling
My feet smacked down a pavement wet with human tears
As I dodged the tutting rat-claws of a copper
With fingers of a croupier my lungs plucked air from smoke
Propelled me down the alleyway that delivered me
And now I stand before you, the kid you stick your lust on
And my actions as related make you squeal

I thrust my naked pimple arm in the teeth of a busted window
To fetch memories to tell our forgone child
There's nothing I like more than to feel right in spite of people
And the joys birthed on that crazy day were many
My fingers left a legacy of burger sauce on the half brick
That served us with such gallantry and force
The party atmosphere had grease to rival any coke
And we howled like dogs with perfect strangers
The laughing eye contact said all the rest

Click the heels of my recall and I'm transported
I'll never feel so wide awake again
Was like a weight you never knew was there got lifted off your head
And your mind went HD on the lookout for signs of loot or danger
And in your chest a pounding fist like a bailiff wanting access
But there was no debt, we got this stuff for free
But the corners of this pyramid, high or low, share fundamentals
A dose of saints and a dose of opportunists
And it feels new - the playground we discover
In those regions of behaviour no one visits
The last untouched frontier in a world that otherwise bores us to death
Track Name: Deep Freeze
I've got antifreeze joints
The agony focused into finer points
I'm standing in front of the grave of my son and his daughter
The great great grandkids don't wanna know me
They say I look like a zombie
My fight to survive was a wasted journey

The face of death, see it scared me
But now from the mirror it stares me down daily
And for all this playing God
I'm still only finite
I remember last time - some nurse held my hand
As I faded out, but I'd laid my plans
So I cheated fear
But what will become of me next time?

The world is a stranger
The past a trusted friend
My life a pyrrhic victory
A prize from cheating so unwise
No house, bulldozed, I'm cold and lonely
Broke and all my friends adore me
From where they live in my old memories
Such cold comfort only haunts me