1. |
LONER
03:00
|
|
||
LONER
I'm alone,
I'm alone,
I'm a loner,
Gimme a gun and I'll smoke you like a stoner,
I'm alone,
I'm alone,
I'm a loner
I saw Jesus in my toast,
I said hello Holy Ghost,
I'm feelin' kinda bored,
Breaking the law like Rob Halford,
Yeah I like dudes in leather,
Or better nothing yet,
You broke up with your girlfriend,
Cos she wasn't good at sex,
And now you're depressed,
What a mess as you skip your meds,
Sending dog dirt to your ex is the best
And now you're getting hate mail from a rocker who has failed,
Cos no one wants a happy meal once it's gone stale
And now she hates my guts,
Says I'm hard to love,
She says I haven't seen ya,
I've got those moves like Cena,
What's wrong with spending all day on my phone,
Hasn't this girl ever heard of Depeche Mode,
And now it kinda stinks, who thinks, like that,
You broke up with your girlfriend,
Now you're locked out of your flat,
You're in a covers band,
Strictly Durran Durran,
Still living off that time you sold weed to Steely Dan
|
||||
2. |
LUCY FUR
02:51
|
|
||
LUCY FUR
Nail me like Christ to the cross
I wanna be your dogma
I wanna be your dog
Like I'm Iggy Pop
I never chose how you feel between my thighs
You are the dopamine pouring outta my eyes
Like the fountain of life
Nail me like Christ to the cross
I wanna be your dogma
I wanna be your dog
Like I'm Iggy Pop
I never chose my lovers names
You are the last of my fathers shame
Beautiful sapphic fame
I'm the chlorine dream of a teenage queen,
As I bleach my scalp just to feel clean
Do you know what I'm sayin?
Fuck God
Hail Satan
|
||||
3. |
SISSY FISTS
02:23
|
|
||
SISSY FISTS
Another broken nose,
Another night at home,
Another night crying in the kitchen with a knife alone,
He said,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise those sissy fists,
And raise em,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise em,
Another broken jaw,
Another walked in door,
Another night comin at you when you ask for more,
He said,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise those sissy fists,
And raise em,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise those sissy fists,
Raise em,
|
||||
4. |
IDLE CROWN
04:27
|
|
||
IDLE CROWN
You've got that cheap lipstick on the collar of your dress,
I've got that new bruise hiding under my vest,
You've got that Louis Vitton hanging around your neck,
I say,
Where did you get that honey?
When I kiss your lips I can taste your lies,
I can see the guilt in the back of your eyes,
Another weekend away just to get some time,
She says,
Where did you get the money?
The queen has melted into her bed,
God can't save her,
The queen is dead,
I'm not broken,
I'm just a mess,
It's not malice,
I'm just a wreck
It's a sertraline song for a failed rockstar,
It's an opiate prescription for an aching heart,
'Til you find his shirt in the back of my car
You say,
Where did you get that honey?
So we fight and fuck til it's light outside,
Til we rot in the sun but never quite die,
I wish was a God I'm just a fucking fly and
What use is my money?
We're drowning in an ocean we poisoned ourselves,
Less a Poseidon more Hades himself,
We're the knife sliding under your skin,
Peeling back the layers to see what's within,
Misled by the future we drown in the past,
We're ballerinas dancing on broken glass,
But it's actually gasoline and I've got the match
|
||||
5. |
PORNO
03:27
|
|
||
PORNO
You fuck like a porno movie,
You pump and grind,
You slip and slide,
It's truly a letdown
You fuck,
Like a porno movie
Like a dog chasing a car,
It's a false alarm,
It takes two to tango,
But I think your dancing on your own,
I check my phone,
And roll my eyes,
As you dig into my thighs,
They didn't flood this time,
At least you tried
|
||||
6. |
VICTIM AGE
04:07
|
|||
VICTIM AGE
You think your Christ in a crooked cross,
A mortal martyr a celebrity god,
No cap just your fathers hood,
No compassion just your fathers blood,
Lust, it runs through your veins,
As you light up the sky so they remember your name,
Putting the DC in deceit,
Until I spike your drink with gasoline,
And light a match on your teeth
A wannabe dictator but without the guts,
A razor blade melted onto an old toothbrush,
If I think therefore I am then motherfucker your toxic,
Like a leaking power station and the pigs can't stop it,
It's confession report,
Strictly confidential and off the record,
Do I look good in this suit,
I need a crisp cut collar for when I engage you
Victim Victim
I don't have it but I want it
Victim Victim
I ain't got it but I'll get it all
Victim Victim
I don't have it but I'll get it
Victim Victim
I don't have it but I'll get it all
Welcome to your Victim age
Where the population isn't phased
By a billion dollar celebrity claiming to be modesty paid
Welcome to your Victim age
Where the population isn't phased
By a banker claiming to be modestly paid
As we rot on minimum wage
Welcome to your Victim age
Where the population isn't phased
By an old White House fascist
While the young line the graves
Welcome to your Victim age
Welcome to your Victim age
Welcome to your Victim age
Where history's written by the highest paid
|
||||
7. |
BOY
04:32
|
|
||
BOY
They hate me cos I'm not like them,
Viva chameleon into a man,
Take off that lipstick and that pencil skirt,
They'll cut you down if you don't cut that hair,
They wanna melt me into a masculine mold,
A whipping girl born into a big mans world,
You can try and bury my head in the sand,
But that won't make the body at the surface a mans
In my hometown like new gender who dis?
They clock my throat,
Stare down my lips,
Do they they hate me
Or just want a kiss
I think cupids arrow might have missed,
But not that skinny lonely kid
Raised on homo trans hate rhetoric
Waiting for me to come out of the club
A clenched weapon between his fists
Just be my boy,
Just be my boy,
Just be my boy,
My little toy
They hate what you make,
They'll try and tear you down,
And call you a fake
|
||||
8. |
HUNGER PAINS
02:36
|
|
||
HUNGER PAINS
And he says Do you want some fun?
Sixteen seconds later I'm rubbing my gums,
I can feel it dripping over my tongue,
And she says, it's fun to do it,
So come undo it again,
I feel a hand tracing down my back,
And next thing I know I'm playing with that,
If pride is where you lay your head then I'm not, sleeping tonight,
But who's still got that,
I know I've lost mine
I'm so hungry
I'm so starved
I'm gonna quit tonight
But first pass me the card
I'm so hungry
I'm so starved
I'm gonna quit tonight
But not in the back of this car
|
||||
9. |
ANXIETY
01:08
|
|
||
ANXIETY
Hey I don't feel well today
I feel sick
sick sick sick
Sick to my dick
I don't feel well today
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
I HATE YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND
He's got his new shoes on that you bought him,
He wears them with a stupid grin,
She says don't you think he looks like Kurt Cobain,
I say more like Courtney Love after she went insane,
And I don't like how he talks to you,
With his passive aggressive attitude,
Maybe you could find a better guy,
One that loves you when you're not high,
Oh I hate your new boyfriend
And he makes me sick
I hate his stupid jock attitude dick,
I hate how brags about your sex,
When he's off with the boys on his BMX,
Talks about your pussy as if it ain't got legs,
He talks about love as if it's just about getting head,
You used to be the love of my life,
Now you're the highlight of his night,
I hate,
I hate,
I hate,
I hate your dick boyfriend
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Queen Zee, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp