Walking around the city all by myself/Passers by like to put me on the shelf/These cops with their McDonald’s in their hands laugh at me as I walk past their great big truck/But I've got to ignore them or they'll smash me in the face/The world seems full of fuckwits who have to open their mouths/Walking home from the pub late at night/Can't afford a taxi and no trams of course/Just my luck I walk into a mob of pissed trendies who think I dress weirder than they do/And once again I shut my face because I couldn’t win a fight/Are their lives so fucking boring that they have to come down on mine?/Nothing changes anywhere I go/I must be obviously weird/We're all treated the same anyway if you’re a woman a punk a black or gay/But what can I do about it? Just whinge about it in this song which the wankers are never going to hear cause their all into Heavy Metal or something (so am I, actually)/I wish I had a rifle or at least a petrol bomb/It'd be worth going to gaol to wipe away their smiles
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth