I was done in on the weekend
The weekend lasted twenty years
The world's best bulimic bartend
Tender, violent and queer
Forgive me father, I have sinned
I've drained my body full of pins
I've danced till dawn with splintered shins
Full of pins, full of pins
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
They laugh at me when I run
I waste away for fun
I am my father's son
His shadow weighs a tonne
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
They laugh at me when I run
I waste away for fun
I am my father's son
His shadow weighs a tonne
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Forgive me father, I have sinned
I've drained my body full of pins
I've danced till dawn with splintered shins
Full of pins, full of pins
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Goes and it goes and it goes
Go go go go go go
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
I don't want to be your man, your man
I don't want to be your man, your man
I'm like Stone Cold Steve Austin
I put homophobes in coffins
I'm like Fred Astaire
I dance like I don't care
I'm like Ted DiBiase
I win no matter what it costs me
I'm like Evel Knievel
I break bones for my people
I'm on my best behavior
Like Jesus Christ our savior
I'm like Reggie Kray
Idles - Joy as an Act of Resistance Album Lyrics
Idles - Joy as an Act of Resistance Lyrics
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Never Fight a Man With a Perm
Brylcreem, Creatine
And a bag of Charlie Sheen
Brylcreem, Creatine
And a bag of cocaine
A dulcet man with a dulcet tone
From a dulcet town and a dulcet home
He hates me, I like that
Two arms like big baseball bats
I bark, he bites back
A jaw like a f*ck off bear trap
He said "These boots are made for stomping
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna
Stomp all over you"
I said I got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth
Sadly for you my last cigarette's gone out
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
A heathen from Eton
On a bag of Michael Keaton
A heathen from Eton
On a bag of Michael Keaton
He thinks he's suave
You're not suave 'cause you watched Get Carter
You are a catalogue, plastic Sinatra
A try-hard, you should've tried harder
Me, oh me, oh my, Roy
You look like a walking thyroid
You're not a man, you're a gland
You're one big neck with sausage hands
You are a Topshop tyrant
Even your haircut's violent
You look like you're from Love Island
You stood and the room went silent
Never fight a man with a perm
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
I shut my mouth
Let's hug it out
I shut my mouth
Let's hug it out
I shut my mouth
I shut my mouth
And a bag of Charlie Sheen
Brylcreem, Creatine
And a bag of cocaine
A dulcet man with a dulcet tone
From a dulcet town and a dulcet home
He hates me, I like that
Two arms like big baseball bats
I bark, he bites back
A jaw like a f*ck off bear trap
He said "These boots are made for stomping
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna
Stomp all over you"
I said I got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth
Sadly for you my last cigarette's gone out
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
A heathen from Eton
On a bag of Michael Keaton
A heathen from Eton
On a bag of Michael Keaton
He thinks he's suave
You're not suave 'cause you watched Get Carter
You are a catalogue, plastic Sinatra
A try-hard, you should've tried harder
Me, oh me, oh my, Roy
You look like a walking thyroid
You're not a man, you're a gland
You're one big neck with sausage hands
You are a Topshop tyrant
Even your haircut's violent
You look like you're from Love Island
You stood and the room went silent
Never fight a man with a perm
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete to leather
Concrete
I shut my mouth
Let's hug it out
I shut my mouth
Let's hug it out
I shut my mouth
I shut my mouth
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I'm Scum
Hey, hey
I'm council house and violent
I'm laughing at the tyrants
I'm sleeping under sirens
Whilst wondering where the time went
I'm scum, I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I sing at fascists 'til my head comes off
I am Dennis Skinner's molotov
I'm lefty, I'm soft
I'm minimum wage job
I am a mongrel dog
I'm just another cunt
I'm scum, I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
This snowflake's an avalanche
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long long while I'm known as
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
I'm scum
Spit in your percolator
I am procrastinator
I over-tip the waiter
Sarcastic amputator
'Cause I'm scum
I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I don't care about the next James Bond
He kills for country, queen and god
We don't need another murderous toff
I'm just wondering where the high street's gone
'Cause I'm scum
I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
This snowflake's an avalanche
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long long while I'm known as
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
I'm council house and violent
I'm laughing at the tyrants
I'm sleeping under sirens
Whilst wondering where the time went
I'm scum, I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I sing at fascists 'til my head comes off
I am Dennis Skinner's molotov
I'm lefty, I'm soft
I'm minimum wage job
I am a mongrel dog
I'm just another cunt
I'm scum, I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
This snowflake's an avalanche
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long long while I'm known as
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
I'm scum
Spit in your percolator
I am procrastinator
I over-tip the waiter
Sarcastic amputator
'Cause I'm scum
I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I don't care about the next James Bond
He kills for country, queen and god
We don't need another murderous toff
I'm just wondering where the high street's gone
'Cause I'm scum
I'm scum, yeah
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
This snowflake's an avalanche
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long long while I'm known as
Dirty martyred filthy scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
For a long old while I'm known as scum
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Danny Nedelko
My blood brother is an immigrant
A beautiful immigrant
My blood brother's Freddie Mercury
A Nigerian mother of three
He's made of bones, he's made of blood
He's made of flesh, he's made of love
He's made of you, he's made of me
Unity
Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain
Pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
My best friend is an alien (I know him, and he is)
My best friend is a citizen
He's strong, he's earnest, he's innocent
My blood brother is Malala
A Polish butcher, he's Mo Farah
He's made of bones, he's made of blood
He's made of flesh, he's made of love
He's made of you, he's made of me
Unity
Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain
Pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
The D, the A, the N, the N, the Y
The N, the E, the D, the E, the L
The K, the O, the C, the O, the M
The M, the U, the N, the I, the T
The Y, the S, the O, the F, the U
The C, the K, the Y, the O and the U
And you, and you, and you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
A beautiful immigrant
My blood brother's Freddie Mercury
A Nigerian mother of three
He's made of bones, he's made of blood
He's made of flesh, he's made of love
He's made of you, he's made of me
Unity
Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain
Pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
My best friend is an alien (I know him, and he is)
My best friend is a citizen
He's strong, he's earnest, he's innocent
My blood brother is Malala
A Polish butcher, he's Mo Farah
He's made of bones, he's made of blood
He's made of flesh, he's made of love
He's made of you, he's made of me
Unity
Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain
Pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
The D, the A, the N, the N, the Y
The N, the E, the D, the E, the L
The K, the O, the C, the O, the M
The M, the U, the N, the I, the T
The Y, the S, the O, the F, the U
The C, the K, the Y, the O and the U
And you, and you, and you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Danny Nedelko
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Love Song
I wrote a love song
'Cause you're so loveable
I carried a watermelon
I wanna be vulnerable
I will not go to bars
Or jump in strangers' cars
Her mind's sweet, for wines, aligns, aligns, aligns, aligns
It's not about the sex and sex and sex and sex and sex and sex
I wanna be your best ever friend forever
Best friend
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
I really love you
I really love you
Look at the card I bought
It says "I love you"
You try, you try, you try, you try
To make me change
I hope and I pray and I pray and I pray
To stay the same
I wish, ish, ish, ish, ish,ish
I wish you'll always stay
So I push, ush, ush, ush, ush, ush
I push you away
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
You give me power
You give me power
You're like a gun or a knife
Be my wife
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
Modern love
Don't love
Love
'Cause you're so loveable
I carried a watermelon
I wanna be vulnerable
I will not go to bars
Or jump in strangers' cars
Her mind's sweet, for wines, aligns, aligns, aligns, aligns
It's not about the sex and sex and sex and sex and sex and sex
I wanna be your best ever friend forever
Best friend
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
I really love you
I really love you
Look at the card I bought
It says "I love you"
You try, you try, you try, you try
To make me change
I hope and I pray and I pray and I pray
To stay the same
I wish, ish, ish, ish, ish,ish
I wish you'll always stay
So I push, ush, ush, ush, ush, ush
I push you away
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
You give me power
You give me power
You're like a gun or a knife
Be my wife
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
This modern love
Modern love
Don't love
Love
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
June
Dreams can be so cruel sometimes
I swear I kissed your crying eyes
Dreams can be so cruel sometimes
I swear I kissed your crying eyes
A stillborn was still born
I am a father
A stillborn was still born
I am a father
Amend, amend, amend, amend
Amend, amend, amend, amend
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Pretend
Amend, amend, amend
Amen, amen, amen, amen
I swear I kissed your crying eyes
Dreams can be so cruel sometimes
I swear I kissed your crying eyes
A stillborn was still born
I am a father
A stillborn was still born
I am a father
Amend, amend, amend, amend
Amend, amend, amend, amend
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
Pretend
Amend, amend, amend
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Samaritans
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Just lie
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask
I'm a real boy
Boy, and I cry
I like myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father, yeah
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Just lie
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some balls
The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask
I'm a real boy
Boy and I cry
I love myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father
I kissed a boy and I liked it
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Just lie
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask
I'm a real boy
Boy, and I cry
I like myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father, yeah
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Just lie
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
Grow some balls, he said
Grow some balls
The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask
I'm a real boy
Boy and I cry
I love myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father
I kissed a boy and I liked it
Man up
Sit down
Chin up
Pipe down
Socks up
Don't cry
Drink up
Don't whine
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
This is why
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Television
If someone talked to you
The way you do to you
I'd put their teeth through
Love yourself
And that's what they do
The bastards made you
Not want to look like you
So you pay through the nose
To look like someone else
All the weirdos on the shelf
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
If someone talked to you
The way you do to you
I'd put their teeth through
Love yourself
And that's what they do
The bastards made you
Not want to look like you
So you pay through the nose
To look like someone else
All the weirdos on the shelf
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I spoke to God in my dreams last night
She said I'd go to heaven if my teeth was white
Medicated, medicated, medicated
No need for these naysayers
And the crocodile feels
And the crocodile know
And the crocodile kills
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
And the magazines
Television and magazines
Television and magazines
Television and magazines, I
The way you do to you
I'd put their teeth through
Love yourself
And that's what they do
The bastards made you
Not want to look like you
So you pay through the nose
To look like someone else
All the weirdos on the shelf
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
If someone talked to you
The way you do to you
I'd put their teeth through
Love yourself
And that's what they do
The bastards made you
Not want to look like you
So you pay through the nose
To look like someone else
All the weirdos on the shelf
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I spoke to God in my dreams last night
She said I'd go to heaven if my teeth was white
Medicated, medicated, medicated
No need for these naysayers
And the crocodile feels
And the crocodile know
And the crocodile kills
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
I go outside and I feel free
'Cause I smash mirrors and f*ck TV
And the magazines
Television and magazines
Television and magazines
Television and magazines, I
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Great
(Listen to more jungle)
Blighty wants his country back
Fifty-inch screen in his cul-de-sac
Wombic charm of the Union Jack
As he cries at the price of a bacon bap
Islam didn't eat your hamster
Change isn't a crime
So won't you take my hand, sir
And sing with me in time
G-R-E-A-T
G-R-E-A-T
Blighty wants her blue passport
Not quite sure what the union's for
Burning bridges and closing doors
Not sure what she sees on the seashore
Islam didn't eat your hamster
Change isn't a crime
So won't you take my hand, sister
And sing with me in time
G-R-E-A-T
G-R-E-A-T
You can have it all, I don't mind
Just get ready to work overtime
'Cause we're all in this together
Blighty wants his country back
Fifty-inch screen in his cul-de-sac
Wombic charm of the Union Jack
As he cries at the price of a bacon bap
Islam didn't eat your hamster
Change isn't a crime
So won't you take my hand, sir
And sing with me in time
G-R-E-A-T
G-R-E-A-T
Blighty wants her blue passport
Not quite sure what the union's for
Burning bridges and closing doors
Not sure what she sees on the seashore
Islam didn't eat your hamster
Change isn't a crime
So won't you take my hand, sister
And sing with me in time
G-R-E-A-T
G-R-E-A-T
You can have it all, I don't mind
Just get ready to work overtime
'Cause we're all in this together
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gram Rock
I'm sorry your granddad's dead
Ah, lovely spread
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
I scored a win
I'm sorry your mother's dead
Ah, lovely spread
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
I'm the king
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
I got new shoes
'Cause I mean business
I mean business
I got new shoes
'Cause I mean business
I mean business, uh huh
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor, uh huh
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor, uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
My boy f*cked Tom Hiddleston's stylist (f*ck me)
Ah, lovely spread
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
I scored a win
I'm sorry your mother's dead
Ah, lovely spread
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
I'm the king
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
I got new shoes
'Cause I mean business
I mean business
I got new shoes
'Cause I mean business
I mean business, uh huh
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor, uh huh
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor
Ten points to Gryffindor, uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh huh
My boy f*cked Tom Hiddleston's stylist (f*ck me)
Writer: Joe Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cry to Me
When someone
Leaves you all alone
And nobody
Calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well here I am, boy
Cry to me
When you're all alone
In your lonely room
And there's nothing
But the smell of perfume
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
C'mon, cry to me
Cry to me
Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness, loneliness, it just a waste of time
C'mon
When your heart beats, pounding like a rabbit's in the night
I'll hold you
And tell you everything's alright
Cry to me
Cry, cry to me
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry to me
Cry to me
Cry to me
Cry, cry, cry to me
Leaves you all alone
And nobody
Calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well here I am, boy
Cry to me
When you're all alone
In your lonely room
And there's nothing
But the smell of perfume
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
C'mon, cry to me
Cry to me
Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness, loneliness, it just a waste of time
C'mon
When your heart beats, pounding like a rabbit's in the night
I'll hold you
And tell you everything's alright
Cry to me
Cry, cry to me
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry to me
Cry to me
Cry to me
Cry, cry, cry to me
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There's a snake in my boot
There's a rat in my cage
There's a shark at my feet
That's been circling for days
There's a vulture at my breakfast table
People think I'm insane
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There's a snake in my boot
There's a rat in my cage
There's a shark at my feet
That's been circling for days and days
There's a vulture at my breakfast table
People think I'm insane
There's a ghost in my bed
There's milk in my coffee
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Keep going
Keep going
Go
Smash it, ruin it, destroy the world
Burn the house down
Unity
There's a rat in my cage
There's a shark at my feet
That's been circling for days
There's a vulture at my breakfast table
People think I'm insane
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
There's a snake in my boot
There's a rat in my cage
There's a shark at my feet
That's been circling for days and days
There's a vulture at my breakfast table
People think I'm insane
There's a ghost in my bed
There's milk in my coffee
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
Keep going
Keep going
Go
Smash it, ruin it, destroy the world
Burn the house down
Unity
Writer: John Joseph Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Mark Bowen, Lee Kiernan, Jon Beavis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Joy as an Act of Resistance is the second studio album by British rock band Idles, released on 31 August 2018 by Partisan Records.
Following the success of their debut album Brutalism, the band started recording new material. Taking inspiration from the similarly titled 2008 poem by Toi Derricotte, Joy as an Act of Resistance tells stories from lead singer Joe Talbot's troubled past. Its lyrics deal with toxic masculinity, self-love, immigration, Brexit, and class.
The album garnered acclaim from critics upon release. Joy as an Act of Resistance peaked at number 5 on the UK Albums Chart and spawned two official singles: "Danny Nedelko" and "Never Fight a Man with a Perm".
To promote the record, the band toured across Japan, North America, and Europe
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IdlesFollowing the success of their debut album Brutalism, the band started recording new material. Taking inspiration from the similarly titled 2008 poem by Toi Derricotte, Joy as an Act of Resistance tells stories from lead singer Joe Talbot's troubled past. Its lyrics deal with toxic masculinity, self-love, immigration, Brexit, and class.
The album garnered acclaim from critics upon release. Joy as an Act of Resistance peaked at number 5 on the UK Albums Chart and spawned two official singles: "Danny Nedelko" and "Never Fight a Man with a Perm".
To promote the record, the band toured across Japan, North America, and Europe
Genre(s): Punk rock, post-punk, post-hardcore
Producer(s): Space
Length: 42:14
Released: August 31st, 2018
Year: 2018