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Letras: Title TK

01. Little Fury
02. London
03. Off You
04. The She
05. Too Alive
06. Son Of Three
07. Put On A Side
08. Full On Idle
09. Sinister Foxx
10. Forced To Drive
11. T And T
12. Huffer

LITTLE FURY

Round up, holler girl 
Ah, I will sing 
Title TK 
If I don't black out 

Dumb made for fucking 
And missing from the party 
That boy spun out 
Hold what you've got 

While Xenia twists up 
The sky 
Akron flakes out 
Grindcore little fury 
I feel hot tire 
Why is it floating in 
My beer 
Hold what you've got 

My big drum 
On your big face 
The one-eyed jazz 
As hickeys fade 

Round up, holler girl 
We'll all need bigger uniforms 
It's been a few days 
And I know I will have spun out 
Hold what you've got 

My big drum 
On your big face 
The one-eyed jazz 
As hickeys fade 
Grindcore little fury 
If I don't black out 

Hold what you've got (5x)

london

Victory's a blue and bruisin voice 
I'm leaking pure white noise 

Mercy here gets meaner overnight 
It's Jersey sheer, it's outta sight 

Misery's fun, I'm kissing everyone 
I gotta hold my tongue


OFF YOU
I've laid this island sun a 1000 times 
I'm on it 
But I'm going strange 
This island's chills and shell cover me 
With winded rock 
And skies I've got yet to see 
I tried 
I even sent in friends 
They did it as a favor 
Cause I'm not that way 
I am the autumn in the scarlet 
I am the make-up on your eyes 

I land to sail 
Island sail 
Yeah, we're movin 
Yeah, we're movin 
This island's sun I've laid 1000 times 
Fortune me 
Fortune me 
Of all my mistakes 
I think I lent you late 

But I've never seen a scarlet 
Or a riot or the violence of you 

I land to sail 
Island sail 
Yeah, we're movin'


THE SHE
Ripped off 
You smoked the Bible 
Rolled it up 
Your last breath 
Hot on my back 
You get started 
Try to get somewhere 
You move so slow 
You're not even here 

Dear traveller 

It's my death 
My rhythm 
My arithmetic 
I got used to 
Nobody ridin in the back 

Sorrow blowin through the veins 
I'm over Houston 
You're over the night we met 

Dear traveller 

The she 
Scared electricity 
Where no human 
Carries a map 
You say you gotta burn to shine 
But every prism unwinds 
A road to ruin 
And this tickets mine 

Dear traveller


TOO ALIVE
I took off 

When will will make no way steal it 
Like I found speed on the mic 
I can't shut up 

We're street illegal 
Red hot 
In ports 
Swinger 

The thoughts of scene a crime 
Steal and all race out of my mind 
I give up 

We reckless op'ed 
And in a hot import 
Now words I'll always say 
Since I found speed on the mic 
I can't shut up 

To girls that love to haunt 
The U.S. is made 
To streak her letterman 
Back and forth


SON OF THREE
I got an empty case of Wip-Its 
No more time on the meter 

Daybreak 
About face 
I think I'm comin' 
Cross another country line 
Are we there? 
Convertible 
Cookin' with nitrous 
Crackin' in the air 
I am the sign of go 

While last night's stars were high 
Now they're popping in the sky 
And the band is jammin' in 

Daybreak 
I don't like it 
Better tonight 
Better for you 

Buzzing flourescence 
I don't what it wants from me 
If I find the door 
Then I am the son of go 

And the band is movin' in 
That's what you get 
That's what you get 
When there's no time on the meter 

You get 
An empty case 
Of Wip-Its 
And a boyfriend with a beeper


PUT ON A SIDE
Better 
I 
Better 
I stayed up 
Better 
Mono 
Put on a side 

Better 
I 
Better 
I stayed up 
Better 
Mono 
Put on a side


FULL ON IDLE
Say you're 
One man's taste 
Want what? Fall and break 
We've seen the dream folks 
In our day 
What? 
Fought the Father, the Pope 
Finally sent away 

Warden! 
Lock it! 
Free love's 
Fought our battles through the day 
We were full on idle 
A lot of them say 
Obey 
Your colorist 
Bleach it all away 

Free reign! 
Good rest! 
Break! 
Every brunette in the way 
We were full on idle 
A lot of them say 
Obey 
Your violence 
It's kinda late 
Say! You're! 
One man's date 
Want what? 
Fall and break 
We were full on idle 
A lot of them say 
Obey your violence 
Look close! 
Hate! 
Tide all white 
Row! 
On the glass surf 
He pulled the paddle 
It's okay with me 

What I'd like to do 
With your violin 
And it's bow


SINISTER FOXX
No one break for me 
I just got life 
I'm in beer class 
Every Thursday night 

I was choppered out of sea life 
Bad advice filled the air 
Valour 
Ready 
Fight 
Go on, get the mayor 

Jumped tank 
And leavin' 
Broth of thieves 
Has anyone seen the iguana 
Has anyone seen the iguana 

No one broke for me 
I just got life 
I'm in cedars 
Every single night 

Swarmed and choppered 
Out of sea life 
Has anyone seen the iguana (4x) 
Has anyone 
Has anyone seen the iguana


FORCED TO DRIVE
Life forced to drive us 
Spent the whole trip 
Tryin' to go my own way 

Pity for me 
Tattoo wow 
What a mile 
Where are tonight's crimes going? 

Innocent, I 
Caught a lawman's daughter 
Who tried 
Turnin' it up to unwind 

Between the soles 
Under the stories 
Waiting below 
A star-hit clock 

If I 
Offer to drive 
Just know where your lifeline's going


T AND T
[Instrumental]


HUFFER

Na na na na na na 
Ta ah ah ah ah 
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah 
Da da da, da da da 
Da da, da da da 

Toil toil toil til I get sick 
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick 
Chained to the ground 
No flyin', for you 
If you want it bad 
You gotta steal your own fuel 
Torn 
Toiled and troubled 

Da da da da da da 
Da da da ah ah 
Ah-ah 
Ah-ah 
Da da da da da da da da 
Da-ah 
Da da da! 
Toil toil toil 
Till I get sick 
I try reverse but I'm 
Not that quick 
Chained to the ground 
No flyin' for you 
If you want it bad 
You gotta steal your own fuel 
Torn 
Toiled and troubled