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Lyrics and Music: Yuma, Kanon

Oh, I hied meself off to the Bear and the Boar when me ship grounded deep upon yonder shore Thought I'd pinch me a pint, maybe an arse or four while I drank meself down to the floor When a buxom lass with a wicked smile stood afore me Said she had a secret spot behind the cellar door and if I bought her a whiskey she'd show me so much more She leaned in close, her hand in me drawers and sang a little melody while the barmaid poured:

O fee a foe, o fee a fie One day, my love, we're all going to die O fee a foe, o fee a fae So come steal away this glorious day O fee a foe, o fee a fie And roll in the hay with me tonight O fee a foe, o fee a fae Nothing says we're alive quite like getting laid

Now I know I'm no genius, but what can a man say when a lovely lass tells him she's ready to play? And all that filled my nose was her charming bouquet and all I could see was her meaty buffet I bought her a pint, I bought her three, all I could do was obey 'cause when she offers you heaven, you'll damn well pay and you'll grin like a fool, and you'll tell her yea and the farthest thing from your mind will be nay and she'll get you good like she got me good 'cause a man be nothin' but prey!

O fee a foe, o fee a fie One day, my love, we're all going to die O fee a foe, o fee a fae So come steal away this glorious day O fee a foe, o fee a fie And roll in the hay with me tonight O fee a foe, o fee a fae Nothing says we're alive quite like getting laid

Now I tell you true, I had many a sorrow to drown and I reckon she knew I'd be a perfect clown She took my hand and she led me and we wound by the back of the tavern and out the back gate of town to a ramblin' old cottage where she took me straight down an old set of steps that made the awfulest of sound and then, at the bottom, she pulled out a rope and she bound my hands together and she said, "Turn around and count to ten," and I did, and then I hit the ground!

O fee a foe, o fee a fie One day, my love, we're all going to die O fee a foe, o fee a fae So come steal away this glorious day O fee a foe, o fee a fie And roll in the hay with me tonight O fee a foe, o fee a fae Nothing says we're alive quite like getting laid

I opened my eyes to see nothin', 'twas all dark and bare and all I could breathe was dirt 'cause there were no air I saw me body tied up to a rickety old chair and me trousers were gone and I no longer had a pair of fat, handsome eggs or me sausage, which gave me a scare! 'Til I saw me neck had no head full of pretty gold hair and me purse and me knife and the wench were not there! But I tell you this true, lads, when all signs say "beware," throw caution to the wind 'cause there ain't no happy millionaire!

O fee a foe, o fee a fie One day, my love, we're all going to die O fee a foe, o fee a fae So come steal away this glorious day O fee a foe, o fee a fie And roll in the hay with me tonight O fee a foe, o fee a fae Nothing says we're alive quite like getting laid

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RIPTIDE Lyrics: Dhel Music: Lin

Late last night under a black velvet sky I watched the stars explode with you I never knew that a smile so bright would be the last goodbye I'd ever get from you

I heard you say you know I'll be okay 'cause I'm an island way out in the blue But every day you sail farther away so what do I have to look forward to?

I can't fight the riptide and I can't return to the shores I knew I'd cast away my pride if I could spend one more night with you

I breathe you in the waves, the wind Every inch of you tastes like the sea Sink all my sins down in your salty skin I'm begging you, Siren, don't set me free I breathe you in and lose myself again I can't remember who I used to be So just take my last breath into your endless depths and let the riptide...

Let the riptide...

Another fragile wave it breaks over me and I find I'm drowning me again And still in this flood of all my grave mistakes I don't know where I end and you begin

I can't fight the riptide when you gave up fighting to believe in us All the oceans that I've cried will never wash things clean between us

I can't fight the riptide and I can't see any sign of shore In the oceans where your love died just bury me now and forever more

I breathe you in the waves, the wind Every inch of you tastes like the sea Sink all my sins down in your salty skin I'm begging you, Siren, don't set me free I breathe you in and lose myself again I can't remember who I used to be So just take my last breath into your endless depth and let the riptide...

Let the riptide swallow me...

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Late last night under a black velvet sky I watched the stars explode with you I never knew that a smile so bright would be the last goodbye I'd ever get from you

I heard you say you know I'll be okay 'cause I'm an island way out in the blue But every day you sail farther away so what do I have to look forward to?

I can't fight the riptide and I can't return to the shores I knew I'd cast away my pride if I could spend one more night with you

I breathe you in the waves, the wind Every inch of you tastes like the sea Sink all my sins down in your salty skin I'm begging you, Siren, don't set me free I breathe you in and lose myself again I can't remember who I used to be So just take my last breath into your endless depths and let the riptide...

Let the riptide...

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Duck, Duck, Shoot

Ding dong, ding dong

The bell is ringing but it all sounds wrong

'cause the chime's punctuated

with a drum I've never heard

and the walls are perforated

in the room where I should've learned

my numbers and my letters

Instead I better

Duck

Duck

Duck, duck, shoot

and if I don't duck

I'll be struck

and then I'm the goose

Fattened for the altar

of the almighty dollar

Oh, send me your thoughts and your prayers

They'll surely turn these kindergarten chairs

bulletproof

Duck, duck, shoot

I pack my bag

with pencils and Kevlar 'cause your flag's

more important than my life

while the NRA sleeps safe and warm

'cause I guess all their rights

are more important than reform

So we'll keep stacking the bodies

for the lobbies

who think I should

Duck

Duck

Duck, duck, shoot

'cause if they can't fuck me

then they'd rather pluck me

and I'm just a goose

Fattened for the table

of men who love a fatal game

Oh, send me your thoughts and prayers

They'll surely make me invisible as air

to my pursuit

Duck, duck, shoot

Red Rover, Red Rover,

send your most hateful over

Give them clips and an article in a magazine

'cause the news don't sell without a crime scene

Oh, ring around the rosie

Put your posies on my grave

'cause I'll be nothing but ashes

if these plagues have their way

So much for pro-life

For not getting left behind

'cause there's absolutely no light

at the end of this rhyme

There's no twinkle, twinkle

There is no happy glow like

a star 'cause my brains will be sprinkled

across the wall

if I don't

Duck

Duck

Duck, duck, shoot

and if I don't duck

I'll be struck

It's the luck of the draw

So tuck me in tight

'cause there might not be

another "I love you, goodnight"

I gotta

Duck

Duck, duck, shoot

Duck

and if I don't duck

I'll be struck

I'll be struck

and then I'm the goose

Fattened for the altar

of the almighty dollar

Oh, send me your thoughts and your prayers

They'll surely turn these kindergarten chairs

Bulletproof

They'll surely make me invisible as air

to my pursuit

Duck

DUCK

Duck

DUCK

Shoot

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RETURN TO FOLD

We're blood Blood We're kin Kin So come on Come on Come on in...

We're all in this together We're one big family, you know? However the family picture album shows you've been hogging the bathroom and slacking on your chores So should we presume you don't wanna work here anymore?

Did we say "work"? Oh, sorry! We meant "be the heart of our body" You're an integral part

But who really needs fingers or toes or hands? When the local man comes, you better take a stand

On our side or…

We're blood Blood We're kin Kin It don't matter the colour of your expensive skin We're uncles We're aunts And we'll always recant our struggles Our complaints We'll do what we're told We'll return to fold

I'm not angry I'm just disappointed Frankly your sister tells me you've exploited a loophole in the system We'll examine that later But let me give you some wisdom: Don't be an agitator

'Cause you don't want to see this family crumble, right? We're all pulling together, so why you trying to start a fight?

I thought you were a ride or die-er, not divider

We're blood Blood We're kin Kin Not really, but you'll drink the kool-aid to fit in We're brothers We're sisters And we'll never resist our mothers Our fathers We're not controlled We return to fold

Don't you want to be praised for giving your all? Are you really gonna be fazed if the guy beside you falls? Let me rephrase: When your brother collapses Perhaps his ethics were lacking You better stop slacking 'Cause there ain't no relaxing when you're dying to be paid

We're blood Blood We're kin Kin Don't you listen to the outsider who tries to convince you We're not blood Blood We're not kin Kin Just drink up this kool-aid if you want to fit in We're brothers We're sisters And we'll never resist our mothers Our fathers We're not controlled We're valued members of the fold We'll do what we're told We return to fold

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The Night is Unkind

The Night Star light, star bright The Night The first star I see tonight...

Oh, they gave him a weapon They made him a blade and they sharpened him a little more every single day They'll point him your direction when they're ready to swing and the darkness falls swift on a sudden silver wing

There are hundreds of thousands A million just like him standing shoulder-to-shoulder right beside him And you'll never see 'em coming They're the last one you'd expect until they're dragging you to the guillotine TO CUT YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK

Oh, they trim the wick a little shorter every night 'cause a star needs a constant fuel to burn bright They'll take all the oxygen They'll take all the air And there ain't no stop button and no one to care And no more prayers when all stars eventually die 'cause the Night is unkind Oh, the Night is unkind

Decorated in stardust Covered in salvation They nest all around you in every occupation And for them, the harvest is anything different Belligerent Itinerant And it don't matter how diffident you are

'Cause they trim the wick a little shorter every night They know a star needs constant fuel to burn bright They'll take all your time They'll take all your energy and what they leave behind is nothing but lethargy until diamonds in the sky are nothing but a memory and the Night drops in, unkind Oh, the Night is unkind

Oh, they'll give you a weapon They'll make you a blade and they'll sharpen you a little more every single day They'll channel your aggression into a pinpoint prick and when the lights go out... Well, the night will fall thick

No more twinkle, twinkle No more finding who you are You're just a number sprinkled among other burned-out stars Oh, you'll still fly high enough when they hoist you like a flag After they drag you down in cuffs and stuff you with a gag and call you a degenerate [...]

Oh, they trim the wick a little shorter every night 'cause a star needs a constant fuel to burn bright They'll take all the oxygen They'll take all the air and there ain't no stop button and no one to care And no more prayers They'll take all your time They'll take all your energy and what they leave behind is nothing but lethargy until diamonds in the sky are nothing but a memory and the Night drops in, unkind Oh, the Night is unkind

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IDE(A)S OF MARCH Lyrics: Dhel, Rei Music: Lin, Bren, Ishiki

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore but what in the hell are we fightin' for?

We let the thundering war drums fill up our ears and drink down our courage to drive out our fears For tonight, boys, lift your mugs with cheers 'cause we ain't got the time for regret or for tears Whet your blades, boys, we'll be marchin' at dawn and trampin' 'til our soules are worn down and gone We gotta keep marchin' though the road stretches long so certain that we know the right from the wrong

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore then we'll turn back around and do it some more

So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter 'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water and forget that we're all just cannon fodder

The lords of the day, they hold our strings in their hands and they'll send us off to die to preserve all their lands Let's do our duty, boys, we're wearin' the lord's brand We gotta pick up our swords or we'll die where we stand Disembowelin' our enemies will turn us into men and they're evil, so the lord will forgive us our sin We'll come back as heroes and drown victory in gin with thousand yard stares to show where we've been

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore then we'll turn back around and do it some more

So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter 'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water and forget that we're all just cannon fodder

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war 'cause we got an honour that ain't ours to restore It don't matter the game, we'll even the score but do we even know what we're playin' anymore?

Let's go home to the sound of a thousand cheering crowds We've earned our stripes and everyone's proud With the weight of nations on our shoulders, we're all warriors now but memories turn to nightmares and we'll always dream loud

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Saddle up, boys, we're riding off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're aching and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies guts and gore… but what in the hell are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

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IDE(A)S OF MARCH Lyrics: Dhel, Rei Music: Lin, Bren, Ishiki

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore but what in the hell are we fightin' for?

We let the thundering war drums fill up our ears and drink down our courage to drive out our fears For tonight, boys, lift your mugs with cheers 'cause we ain't got the time for regret or for tears Whet your blades, boys, we'll be marchin' at dawn and trampin' 'til our soules are worn down and gone We gotta keep marchin' though the road stretches long so certain that we know the right from the wrong

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore then we'll turn back around and do it some more

So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter 'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water and forget that we're all just cannon fodder

The lords of the day, they hold our strings in their hands and they'll send us off to die to preserve all their lands Let's do our duty, boys, we're wearin' the lord's brand We gotta pick up our swords or we'll die where we stand Disembowelin' our enemies will turn us into men and they're evil, so the lord will forgive us our sin We'll come back as heroes and drown victory in gin with thousand yard stares to show where we've been

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're achin' and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies' guts and gore then we'll turn back around and do it some more

So don't spare a thought for anyone we slaughter 'cause they ain't our wives, our sons, or our daughters Leave 'em lyin' face down in the bloody, muddy water and forget that we're all just cannon fodder

Saddle up, boys, we're ridin' off to war 'cause we got an honour that ain't ours to restore It don't matter the game, we'll even the score but do we even know what we're playin' anymore?

Let's go home to the sound of a thousand cheering crowds We've earned our stripes and everyone's proud With the weight of nations on our shoulders, we're all warriors now but memories turn to nightmares and we'll always dream loud

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Saddle up, boys, we're riding off to war to fight and shed blood 'til we're aching and sore We'll paint the fields with our enemies guts and gore… but what in the hell are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

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SECRET MILLIONAIRES

He's the biggest kid at recess the first one with dibs for the kickball, for success and he'll elbow your ribs to skip to the head of the line It's his right, don't you know? 'Cause he was born divine to bakers with dough

Oh, you can cry to your teachers You can cry to your parents But they're all his feeders who say it's just his adolescence 'cause right now they're parrots looking for crackers grown by other peasants and tossed to them by hands that wear carats We dream about monsters with wide, slavering jaws We tell our kids they don't exist but they're real, they're our sponsors sharpening shiny silver claws that cut through any resistance They're not a bogeyman we conjure They make all our laws and we shower them with honours and rounds of applause 'cause we're all just waiting for our own shares We're all just secret millionaires He's not a kid anymore He's all grown up now and he glides through marble doors while you bow down 'til your nose scrapes the floor and your back starts to break and your hunger is ignored while he eats lobster and steak

Oh, you can try to partake but don't outgrow your britches 'cause his every mistake just earns him more riches Don't eat the cake when you're in the kitchen and don't you dare complain about the conditions We dream about monsters We tell our kids they're just fiction but they're real, they're the squatters and they're all hiding beneath every perfect smile and every addiction and addiction must prosper and pretty soon every time we breathe we'll have to pay a subscription and swallow contradiction if we want our true position drowning in our own shares as millionaires He lies down with your mother and you let him smother your reservations 'cause you want the same relations But while you're peeling his grapes you're sucking down your own rape and handing him the knife for your own amputations Be… cause… We dream about monsters with wide, slavering jaws We tell our kids they don't exist but they're real, they're our sponsors sharpening shiny silver claws that cut through any resistance They're not a bogeyman we conjure They're real, they're the squatters and they're all hiding beneath every perfect smile and every addiction and addiction must prosper and pretty soon every time we breathe we'll have to pay a subscription and swallow contradiction if we want our true position drowning in our own shares We're all just secret millionaires

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CARRY ON

He gets up before sunrise just like his daddy did to the low, bleating cries of a heifer round with kid She don't like her stall but she'll eventually settle down with a little paracetamol and a drafty, sterile gown

Just freshen her up with a nice, fat bump Who gives a fuck if the system's corrupt?

'Cause it's a beautiful day in the heartland for another blessed calving and we got so much planned for every calf they're having How you gonna pay for 'em all? Well, the good Lord will provide Old or young Slim or fat Short or tall every dairy cow must take pride in the one job she's born to do Every body got a use Carry on

Forty days in, the vet confirms it "She's settled," he smirks Now she'll carry to term Quitting ain't how this works There's no stopping halfway No taking out what's put in or there'll be hell to pay Got a whole economy ridin' in her skin

Just get her stuck with a little pump and dump She can shut the hell up 'cause you wanna fuck

And it's a beautiful day in the pasture for another round of breeding Got your pick of heifers to master 'cause she's ready if she's bleeding If there's grass on that field Well, you're free to play 'cause protection's repealed In and out Back and forth this gate swings one way Every dairy cow must yield to the purpose she was born for We can always just force her to carry on

Everyone knows cows are stupid They got to be led so this ain't up to her or disputed These cows are gonna be bred

'Cause it's a beautiful day in the heartland for another blessed calving and we got so much planned for every calf they're having How you gonna pay for 'em all? Well, the good Lord will provide Old or young Slim or fat Short or tall every dairy cow must take pride in the one job she's born to do Every body got a use Every dairy cow must yield to the purpose she was born for We can always just force her to carry on Carry on

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Won't You Be My Neighbour?

They walk across continents in worn out shoes Brave oceans on doors, it ain't no pleasure cruise They come to your country, the home of the free and find those doors slammed in their faces where the welcome mat should be

They knock on those doors, their hats in their hands and you tell 'em to go back to their own godforsaken lands Oh, you're a holy roller, tithing every Sunday Must be you got two mouths 'cause you deport every Monday

A fish on every bumper A church on every corner A prayer at every supper A cold shoulder for every foreigner and a cross in every yard for those who don't look just like you Guess a good neighbour's hard to find when you're looking down from a pew

You say you're colourblind but oh, that book you favour's got red letters, hell, they're underlined and begging you to be my neighbour

They learned your language in six months flat but you can't pronounce their names and you're damn proud of that "No free rides," you tell 'em while you suckle the SS teat "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps and stand on your own goddamn feet."

So they accept the jobs you'd never touch where they get paid too little and work too much And what they make they send home in a sealed envelope 'cause where they come from everyone's all out of hope

But you got a dream in every classroom A church on every street A preacher in full costume who'll graciously let you wash his feet and a cross in every window for we love a good torture device 'cause good neighbours only come in skin tones that don't get frozen out by ice You say you're so nice but kind and nice ain't the same flavour When you're worshiping the antichrist Oh, won't you be my neighbour?

The cashier at the grocery counts all my change twice Smiles sweetly and says, "Sorry, crime's on the rise" Guess she thinks my accent means I'm pulling some heist But I ain't the one handing around all these slights

You got a fish on every bumper A church on every corner A prayer at every supper A cold shoulder for every foreigner A dream in every classroom A church on every street A heartland in full bloom and not enough for all to eat A cross in every yard for those who don't look just like you Guess a good neighbour's hard to find when you're looking down from a pew

You say men are all born equal, we come from the same creator So how can anyone be illegal? Oh, won't you be my neighbour?

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Won't You Be My Neighbour?

They walk across continents in worn out shoes Brave oceans on doors, it ain't no pleasure cruise They come to your country, the home of the free and find those doors slammed in their faces where the welcome mat should be

They knock on those doors, their hats in their hands and you tell 'em to go back to their own godforsaken lands Oh, you're a holy roller, tithing every Sunday Must be you got two mouths 'cause you deport every Monday

A fish on every bumper A church on every corner A prayer at every supper A cold shoulder for every foreigner and a cross in every yard for those who don't look just like you Guess a good neighbour's hard to find when you're looking down from a pew

You say you're colourblind but oh, that book you favour's got red letters, hell, they're underlined and begging you to be my neighbour

They learned your language in six months flat but you can't pronounce their names and you're damn proud of that "No free rides," you tell 'em while you suckle the SS teat "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps and stand on your own goddamn feet."

So they accept the jobs you'd never touch where they get paid too little and work too much And what they make they send home in a sealed envelope 'cause where they come from everyone's all out of hope

But you got a dream in every classroom A church on every street A preacher in full costume who'll graciously let you wash his feet and a cross in every window for we love a good torture device 'cause good neighbours only come in skin tones that don't get frozen out by ice You say you're so nice but kind and nice ain't the same flavour When you're worshiping the antichrist Oh, won't you be my neighbour?

The cashier at the grocery counts all my change twice Smiles sweetly and says, "Sorry, crime's on the rise" Guess she thinks my accent means I'm pulling some heist But I ain't the one handing around all these slights

You got a fish on every bumper A church on every corner A prayer at every supper A cold shoulder for every foreigner A dream in every classroom A church on every street A heartland in full bloom and not enough for all to eat A cross in every yard for those who don't look just like you Guess a good neighbour's hard to find when you're looking down from a pew

You say men are all born equal, we come from the same creator So how can anyone be illegal? Oh, won't you be my neighbour?

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PLAYGROUND

Lyrics: Dhel, Bren Music: Lin, Rei

He's the biggest kid at recess the first one with dibs for the kickball, for success and he'll elbow your ribs to skip to the head of the line It's his right, don't you know? 'Cause he was born divine to bakers with dough

Oh, you can cry to your teachers You can cry to your parents But they're all his feeders who say it's just his adolescence 'cause right now they're parrots looking for crackers grown by other peasants and tossed to them by hands that wear carats We dream about monsters with wide, slavering jaws We tell our kids they don't exist but they're real, they're our sponsors sharpening shiny silver claws that cut through any resistance They're not a bogeyman we conjure They make all our laws and we shower them with honours and rounds of applause 'cause we're all just waiting for our own shares We're all just secret millionaires He's not a kid anymore He's all grown up now and he glides through marble doors while you bow down 'til your nose scrapes the floor and your back starts to break and your hunger is ignored while he eats lobster and steak

Oh, you can try to partake but don't outgrow your britches 'cause his every mistake just earns him more riches Don't eat the cake when you're in the kitchen and don't you dare complain about the conditions We dream about monsters with huge, razor teeth We tell our kids they're just fiction but they're real, they're the squatters and they're all hiding beneath every perfect smile and every addiction and addiction must prosper and pretty soon every time we breathe we'll have to pay a subscription and swallow contradiction if we want our true position drowning in our own shares as millionaires He lies down with your mother and you let him smother your reservations 'cause you want the same relations But while you're peeling his grapes you're sucking down your own rape and handing him the knife for your own amputations Be… cause… We dream about monsters with wide, slavering jaws We tell our kids they don't exist but they're real, they're our sponsors sharpening shiny silver claws that cut through any resistance They're not a bogeyman we conjure They're real, they're the squatters and they're all hiding beneath every perfect smile and every addiction and addiction must prosper and pretty soon every time we breathe we'll have to pay a subscription and swallow contradiction if we want our true position drowning in our own shares We're all just secret millionaires