Simply Dead

by Dead Arms

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1.
I’m out here, you’re in there Man of the people, get us a beer Can’t get a date, still lives with his mum you neo-Nazi, fascist scum Oh Nigel, Nigel won’t you come outside Let’s have a chat about genocide Immigration, made him late Drove him to racial hate 53, separated and skint Oh Nigel, Nigel won’t you take the hint Don’t need your fucked up views Forever infecting our daily news Why won’t you come and see What its likes to be me Why won’t you come and see That you’ll never be free
2.
Broadcast news so full of lies Corporate greed breeds compromise We see you Sun, we see you real Fuck you and your fucking deals Normalise Normalise Normalise Normalise Broadcast news so full of lies Corporate greed breeds compromise We see you Sun, we see you real Fuck you and your fucking deals When social red turns greedy blue We see through you, we see through you The barons of our own demise This is where democracy dies No Truth when spin is king You let it in, you let it in Devouring your blackened soul You let it in, you let it in
3.
Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole Never meant to get this far Fame rips my life apart Now you know I’m a fucking liar EAT - CAT - MEAT Make me invisible EAT - CAT - MEAT Make me invincible Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole Never meant to get this far Fame rips my life apart Now you know I’m a fucking liar EAT - CAT - MEAT Make me invisible EAT - CAT - MEAT Make me invincible EAT - CAT - MEAT Make me invisible EAT - CAT - MEAT Why don’t you come here? Why don’t you come here, no more? Why don’t you come here? Why don’t you come here, no more? Why don’t you come here? Why don’t you come here, no more? Why don’t you come here? Why don’t you come here, no more? Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole Never meant to get this far Fame rips my life apart Now you know I’m a fucking liar Loud Noises Pained Voices Loud Noises Pained Voices Loud Noises Pained Voices Loud Noises Pained Voices
4.
Tom Hanks 03:07
She's no trophy Tom, attitude's all wrong It's a 3D effect, it's spousal neglect When fists fly first, you'll come off worst Sex comedy tits'n'ass Sorry, I forgot to laugh Hallucinogens to a donkey Did you even think this through? Bucking mule on a ride Made an ass of you Your wrists are smooth and kissable But suicide ain't painless All parties end in tears Even for the faithless Watch Tom begging for your forgiveness Watch Tom begging let me bear witness No Oscar night It's a woman's fight No Oscar night It's a woman's plight No Oscar night It's a woman's fight No Oscar night It's a woman's plight It's a woman's plight It's a woman's fight
5.
Rain soaks my tattered attire I look to the sky and shout "why?" All I see are fields of green Not keeping me dry Just Bricks and Tiles Just Bricks and Tiles I don't need your sympathetic smiles I need Bricks and Tiles Lethal spikes and ignorant bliss I see the fear in your stare Take cover with a loving kiss And I'll be out of your hair Just Bricks and Tiles Just Bricks and Tiles I don't need your sympathetic smiles I need Bricks and Tiles Wherever I don't get stabbed Wherever I don't get stabbed Wherever I don't get stabbed Wherever I don't get stabbed That's My Home! That's My Home! Just Bricks and Tiles Just Bricks and Tiles I don't need your sympathetic smiles I need Bricks and Tiles
6.
You want to be her But you don’t know her She’s what you made her You’re what haunts her Now I wanna be her And I got to know her I’m what she made me You’ll find me guilty When I first saw you Red hair, black dress I thought to myself What a beautiful mess The fires of hell They could never tame And I am left with no escape Well she takes no shit No she won’t take mine She’s a rebel girl And she’s crossed the line. Cause she fucked shit up Yeah she made ‘em stare Smashed the patriarchy With a wink and a glare
7.
I say Kitty Won’t you tell me the truth We’ve been here before Underneath this roof I say Cecil Won’t you be my guide This trip ain’t hip ’til we get inside I say Kitty Got confessions to make This title I got Is nothing but fake I say Cecil It’s a situation A party downstairs Our ancestral home Get on the dance floor This is what we came for Do ya, do ya want more Get on the dance floor Get on the dance floor This is what we came for Do ya, do ya want more Get on the dance floor I say Kitty Let’s dance ’til we drop With those keytar licks We’re the masters of rock I say Cecil What you doing back there? Won’t you shake your hips ’til there’s nothing to fear Get on the dance floor This is what we came for Do ya, do ya want more Get on the dance floor Get on the dance floor This is what we came for Do ya, do ya want more Get on the dance floor
8.
Force fed nostalgia Today should be feared Mourn your fallen idols As if you ever cared Past grip’s take hold It’s viced embrace Won’t let you rest Don’t leave a trace Force fed nostalgia Today should be feared Mourn your fallen idols As if you ever cared Dull your thoughts with make believe I’m a Disney Princess Take the blue pill, take the red Dive deep in dream’s caress Past grip’s take hold It’s viced embrace Won’t let you rest Don’t leave a trace Won’t Feed the Power Feed the Power Won’t Feed the Power Feed the Power Won’t Feed the Power Feed the Power Won’t Feed the Power Feed the Power
9.
Stage Towels 02:06
Karma just bought a strap on Gonna make me give her head I gotta squeal her name Oh Lord, don't make me beg Guilt soaks my fevered brow Can't shake this fear My mind plays evil tricks Voices I don't wanna hear Karma just bought a strap on Gonna make me give her head I gotta squeal her name Oh Lord, don't make me beg Guilt soaks my fevered brow Can't shake this fear My mind plays evil tricks Voices I don't wanna hear Chorus Roots! Come on out Max! Come on out Max! Karma just bought a strap on Gonna make me give her head I've gotta squeal her name Oh Lord, don't make me beg Guilt soaks my fevered brow Can't shake this fear My mind plays evil tricks Voices I don't wanna hear What do you think of me? My time, can't have it back My sins for all to see Sad behind this speaker stack What do you think of me? My time, can't have it back My sins for all to see Sad behind this speaker stack Roots! Come on out Max! Come on out Max!
10.
This is the hellfire you were promised Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit Your fears border on insanity Jingoistic, misguided family tree Skin deep rhetoric Rancid vitriolic Easy to mock it Hard to stop it Our nation’s theft Our children left This is the hellfire you were promised Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit Your fears border on insanity Jingoistic, misguided family tree Island set adrift to die For the sake of national pride Monsters come home to roost Our country has been set loose This is the hellfire you were promised Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit Your fears border on insanity Jingoistic, misguided family tree Skin deep rhetoric Rancid vitriolic Easy to mock it Hard to stop it Our nation’s theft Our children left This is the hellfire you were promised Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit Your fears border on insanity Jingoistic, misguided family tree Island set adrift to die For the sake of national pride Monsters come home to roost Our country has been set loose Island set adrift to die For the sake of national pride Monsters come home to roost Our country has been set loose This Is The End

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This is our second album. We hope you like it.
All proceeds from the sale of this album from 10th May 2020 until 31st December 2020 will be given to NHS Charities Together and Refuge
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released May 10, 2019

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wayne Adams at Bear Bites Horse Studio, LONDON 2018
All Songs Written By Dead Arms
Artwork By Holloway
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