NO TIME TO DIE - Stream/Purchase Album (iTunes)
He has the eyes of a saint
True and direct, oh, how honestly they lie
A focused and piercing blue stare
That tear down your barriers to where your soul hides
You could pray that in the darkness he won't find you, but have you time?
He knows your history, your mistakes, every inch of every part of you are in the hardened palms of his hands
Your future is bleak, do you hold the secrets he seeks?
Could your soft skin be what he desires? What he needs?
Don't be fooled by his tender touch, running along your thigh
At any moment he could turn from love
A tightened grip around your throat, his cruel mouth asking you what you know
Be under no Illusion
He'll take what he wants
And no amount of poison
Will change his mind
There’s no time to die
No time to die
You tremble, you sweat, as his shadow is cast over the tight sheets of the bed
The glowing embers of a cigarette, ignite his intimidating silhouette
You could reach for the gun beneath the pillow and turn tables, but have you time?
Don't be fooled by his tender touch, running along your thigh
At any moment he could turn from love
A tightened grip around your throat, his cruel mouth asking you what you know
Be under no Illusion
He'll take what he wants
And no amount of poison
Will change his mind
No time to die
You had it all
You had it all
You had it all
How the mighty fall
You had it all
You had it all
You had it all
How the mighty fall
You had it all
You had it all
You had it all
How the mighty fall
Be under no Illusion
He'll take what he wants
And no amount of poison
Will change his mind
Be under no Illusion
He'll take what he wants
And no amount of poison
Will change his mind
No time to die
No time to die
You had it all
You had it all
You had it all
How the mighty fall
You had it all
You had it all
You had it all
How the mighty fall
TWO FINGER TANTRUM - Stream/Purchase Album
1. FOUR STAR BLACKOUT
Alarm bells ring, the bleak morning brings another thing for you to contemplate
Last night that girl, that bitch, that hell gave you another reason to hate
Sober lies on binge fuelled nights from cigarette lights to torn tights
Some friends are best left dead, who cares what they said, we’re all a fucking mess
Star star star star
Star star star star
Star star star star
Star star s-s-star
Kickback and shout a four star blackout
A two finger tantrum that you never should abandon because that passion is the reason you care
The day moves on, that cancerous song, sung at the top of her lungs, crawls under your skin
‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’, Curtis sang from the heart, something we believe in
Hearsay here and hearsay there, you hear fools guess your worthlessness
Some friends are best left dead, who cares what they said, we’re all a fucking mess
Star star star star
Star star star star
Star star star star
Star star s-s-star
Kickback and shout a four star blackout
A two finger tantrum that you never should abandon because that passion is the reason you dare to
Kickback and shout a four star blackout
A two finger tantrum that you never should abandon because that passion is the reason you care
As that house of cards come tumbling down
Be the ace, the king or the queen’s crown
You gotta kick back and shout
A four star blackout
Kickback and shout a four star blackout
A two finger tantrum that you never should abandon because that passion is the reason you dare to
Kickback and shout a four star blackout
A two finger tantrum that you never should abandon because that passion is the reason you care
2. BEGGARS ON THE STREET
They sure don't think very highly of us
From furrowed brows steely glares roll down their nose and this much, is what we've become accustomed to
Sniggers and snide whispers of us
From clueless creeps who peer from behind broad shoulders, and as such, try to brainwash opinion to match their views
Like a long, iron nail between a carpenter’s finger and thumb
They want to hammer us down to put us in place with the rest of them
And they say it's nice to meet us, but they couldn't give a fuck
Reluctantly shake our clammy hands
with a patronising 'good luck'
And they say again it's nice to meet us
Turn their back on us and leave
To them, we're just beggars
Beggars on the street
And we could let these imbeciles win
By letting passion crumble and cave in
But that's not how we do things
And we could let our tempers boil and overflow
Tell the cunts exactly where to go, because we know, karma’s a bitch and we’ll take what we’re owed
So many things have changed since we first fell in love with this song
And the fuck you that we crave is gracing the horizon
So when they say it's nice to meet us, we couldn't give a fuck
Reluctantly shake their crooked hands
Knowing we don't need their luck
And they say again it's nice to meet us
Turn their back on us and leave
To them, we may be beggars
But we're beggars who believe
So when they say it's nice to meet us, we couldn't give a fuck
Reluctantly shake their crooked hands
Knowing we don't need their luck
And they say again it's nice to meet us
Turn their back on us and leave
To them, we may be beggars
But we're beggars who believe
3. BROKEN WINDOWS
Bouncing from pillar to post, those rumours brought us to our weary knees
A tumbleweed in disguise, rolling up our once buzzing high street
The crooked backs on us working class who tried to turn this town around
Are now crippled and beyond repair, we should have seen our curs'ed fate coming before now
You're staring at me, glaring at me, red-veined eyes tearing at me
Blaming me, shaming me, why do we even talk anymore?
It can never be like before
What do we do now, now we've nothing left to lose?
What do we do now? Now our windows are too broken to see through
The spiteful tongues on them blabbermouths who lashed at our insecurities
Have now torn right through, me and you, leaving trust on a shelf and out of reach
They're staring at me, blaring at me, red-veined eyes tearing at me
Blaming me, shaming me, why do we even talk anymore?
It can never be like before
What do we do now, now we've nothing left to lose?
What do we do now? Now our windows are too broken to see through
What do we do now, now we've nothing left to lose?
What do we do now? Now our windows are too broken to see, broken to see, broken
4. A HOLE IN THE CLOUD
Coffee cup rings around their plans
Morning after morning sitting around the table drawing up the fate of one man
Can we be there?
How can we be there for you?
Since you were taken
Cuffed wrists shaking
There’s no mistaking those sirens that rang so loud
Running through rotting trees
I can see you next to me
Is it just a dream or a hole in the cloud
Through a sea of snacks and beer cans
Night after night crying over a life, and if we’ll get our chance
For a family to be there
How can we be there for you?
Since you were taken
Swollen and shaking
There’s no mistaking those sirens that rang so loud
Running through rotting trees
I can see you next to me
Is it a blood soaked dream? Or are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we?
Another second counting
Another minute fighting
Another hour running
Another day hiding
Are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we free?
E.S.C.A.P.E
Are we?
5. COCAINE CHARMAINE
What a day in the grey smoking haze, tobacco craves through your gut and your spine
You should have known that she’d fucking stay when she laid out another two lines
Talking trash ‘bout corrupt powers’ cash and how money goes to more money than sense
Banging on ‘bout everything wrong with social influencers influence
Am I going crazy?
Insatiable lady
Cocaine Charmaine
Love hate
Who’s to blame?
Cocaine Charmaine
With the love hate, love hate
Who’s to blame? Yeah!
(Cocaine, Charmaine, cocaine)
Speed dial dealer, there ain’t enough to feed her appetite for destruction
TV plummets out window to broken bottles below, whiskey, gin, vodka and rum
It starts so fun, cheap thrills on the run, joyriding, no hands on the wheel
The glint in her eye, the curl of her smile, tempting me to cop a feel, uhh!
Pin down and take me
Cocaine Charmaine
Love hate
Who’s to blame?
Cocaine Charmaine
With the love hate, love hate
Who’s to blame?
Stay with me tonight
Stay with me tonight
Stay with me tonight
Cocaine Charmaine
Love hate
Who’s to blame?
Cocaine Charmaine
With the love hate, love hate
Who’s to blame? Yeah!
(Cocaine, Charmaine, cocaine)
6. VIDEO NASTY
By a Ford Sierra under a bloody moon
A man in a flat-cap pops the dented boot
Plastic cases and carnage greet our eyes
A strange buzz for horror of this kind
A beast in heat with yellow, busted teeth
Breathes down our necks and pulls back a stained sheet
‘This is the stuff they don’t want you to see’
As he hands us a video in a blank sleeve
Follow the orange glow of streetlights until we’re home
The last house on the left with a path of cobbled stone
Do we dare watch it alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
The burning inside to press the button marked play
Once the VCR swallows its prey
White noise runs riot across the snow
Before the screen turns black and credits start to roll
Follow the yellow glow of the TV until we’re engrossed
Such trauma forces our thumping hearts into our throats
Are we watching this alone?
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Or is one already inside you?
Lean closer, don’t be afraid
As a person you won’t change
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
Will we become monsters?
They tell us we will
And shield us from the truth
Will we become monsters?
Will we? Will we? Will we? Will we?
Will we? Will we? Will we?
7. SAFETY NET
You say you made yourself what you are
A risk is not a risk if you’ll never fall that far
Treading light on the tightrope you call your privileged life
A thousand arms to catch you should you plummet from that height
Ignorant to the wealth blessed upon you from glamorous lies
No idea what it’s like to really try
Ever had cruel laughter punch out your lights?
In the dead of night?
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
How’s that fair?
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
How’s that fair?
Success stories we hear, I fear as they burst with pride
Tales of the ease of recognition may be true with money on your side
I’ve known many dreamers whose dreams have curled up and died
How many souls are lost because their words aren’t heard in time?
Climbing higher than I’ve ever climbed
A kite caught in a storm of what’s wrong or right
I’m shaking now as ant-like people gather round
I look down
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
No risk, no flair
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
How’s that fair?
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
No risk, no flair
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
How’s that fair?
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
We don’t compare
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
We don’t compare
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
We don’t compare
You’ve a safety net
You’re the safest bet
We don’t compare
8. THE EARLY DAYS
It's all about you
It's all about me
It can never be about both of us when we so selfishly
Ridicule each others dreams
We’re coming apart at the seams
A favourite jacket, worn out and faded; why keep it?
Will we stand the test of time?
When I can’t stand the sight
Of your face in the morning, erasing all memory of our drunken passion in the night
Remember when you smiled at me in the late days of the spring?
Remember when the world was our oyster and summer’s about to begin?
Remember when I took you by the hand and we jumped right in?
Feet first without a care or a plan, I never thought it’d be a flash in the pan
Goddamn!
Why can’t the early days last, when we were having a blast?
It's all about me
It's all about you
It’s all about forgetting all the things we once loved to do
Are we unrepairable?
Too many pieces to pick up
A shattered mirror holding more than seven years bad luck
Remember when you smiled at me in the late days of the spring?
Remember when the world was our oyster and summer’s about to begin?
Remember when I took you by the hand and we jumped right in?
Goddamn!
Why can’t the early days last, when we were having a blast?
Was it ever real?
Were our true colours concealed?
Or has life and its bitter twists left a nasty taste in our mouths
Remember when I took your hand and we jumped right in?
Recklessly abandoning common sense
Tombstoning in a moment of madness
What happened to our impulsiveness?
Fuck this flash in the pan shit
Goddamn!
Why can’t the early days last, when we were having a blast?
(It’s all about me, it’s all about you) Goddamn!
Why can’t the early days last
(It’s all about me, it’s all about you, it’s all about, it’s all about)
9. MEAN STREETS - REPRISE
I walk West Street
Shattered glass and dreams
Crunch beneath my feet
Shards cut deep
Short skirts, red lips
How did love come to this?
The same old script
Backalley bliss
A bar brawl spills, pavement gets filled
Rolling black-eyes wired on pills
The descending old bill, adds to cheap thrills
A wave of delinquents losing their will
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
On all sides, kill
What have our lives become?
History repeating through every generation
Nightlife strips us back to our primitive perspectives
Get fucked up, son, it’s the hand we were dealt with
I have this theory that if we change we could change the world
Let’s laugh, right now, at that cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could’ve been anything but the stain won’t scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we’ve become? Have you had enough?
The future is in our hands
Gram after gram it’s harder to stand
Straight, now shots is the rule of the land
A cocktail too strong for our brains to handle
False hope that holds us together unravels
Bang bang bang, another three grams
Shot shot shot is the rule of the land
Watch as the walls we built around us crumble
Down with our enemies and down with our rivals
How simple it should be to just grow up and all live harmoniously
Forget redundant and medieval territorial traits that harvest animosity
We could, if we really tried, we could change ourselves
Let that last punch knock some sense into our heads and the idea swell
Then my theory if we change we could change the world
Could be taken seriously, even though it’s a cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could’ve been anything but the stain won’t scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we’ve become? Have you had enough?
These mean streets are us
We trust in each other because we were born in the same gutter
These mean streets are all we have, but maybe it’s not too late for us to leave
These streets
The mean streets
Mean streets
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
But it’s in our blood to die young
10. SATURDAY NIGHT SLAUGHTER
The speed in your bloodstream and on the clock
A mix of substances has you locked
Engine roars like you, the lion, that won’t stop
Mauling the road and eating it up
Lights of the street flash right by you in a shot
Luring you to show the world what you’ve got
Audacity soars, you hit 120; it’s not enough
You’re invincible and nah nah nah nah nah
No, you won’t be beaten
You won’t be beaten
No no, you won’t be beaten
This rush ain’t leaving
Got the rising sun on your back
Got a bright future ahead
Got your closest friends alongside you
And euphoric music in your head
With the world at your feet
You accelerate as you hit one last dose
So many doors of opportunity are about to close
A scream rings for a moment in your ears
You glance in the mirror to the back seat
Friends’ horror as life flashes before their eyes
Faster than the roadworks at the roadside
Tyres screech, rubber ripped off spinning wheels
Sparks fly from twisted metal
Car rolls; a kaleidoscope of glass and bones
Loved ones will never welcome you home