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Refused lyrics
Album: The New Noise Theology [1998]
| New Noise | |
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Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings
We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack... motion
When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise - new art for the real people
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...
Leading
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
Here we go!
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.
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| Blind Date | |
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So you want to go out with me
Watch me get on my knees and bleed?
I stole this scrapbook from you
Doesn't matter cos you stole it to
Sugarcoated kisses from my lips
Gives the exitement of a stolen bliss
To create, to love & fight
To create, to love & fight
To create, to love & fight
We won't sleep at all tonight
So you wanna watch me scream,
Dance with me and watch me bleed?
Steal the sound and love it too
Then baby I'll howl for you
Confused & exhausted with a healthy fix
Let's drink some potion and get it over with
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Bring their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kick their idols down
They're screaming about the rock'n'roll
I would say that it's getting old.
Belongs to the museum
It's rotten soul been sold
Explosive &crude
Out of line and out of tune
Somehow knowing that
We'll get the message through
Hang on as the rebirth of cool takes place
You'll know the time, we'll set the pace
So you want to go out with me
Watch me get on my knees and bleed?
I stole this scrapbook from you
Doesn't matter cos you stole it to
Sugarcoated kisses from my lips
Gives the exitement of a stolen bliss
To create, to love & fight
We won't sleep at all tonight
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Bring their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kill their idols
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Brake their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kick their idols down
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| Poetry Written in Gasoline | |
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Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Keep our eyes wide open
Fuck the idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star - Star, star, star
Let's feed ourselves some - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Destruction
Convention blackmails - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Creativity - Yeah! Yeah!
This lack of challange - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Kills me, kills me, kills me, kills me
Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts
Fuck the idol, idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star
The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Manipulate the obvious
Cowards bought by traditionalist manners
Scream at the herd that are heard the most
Without substance and with useless... banners
Banners, banners, banners
Your art, your art, is worth, is worth nothing
Like a city with no meaning
Like a city, with no meaning, with no meaning
Your creation holds, holds no hope
The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah!
The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Ah! Yeah!
You had a witness over there
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| Refused Are Fucking Dead | |
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Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it. Yeah!
Get down, get down. Can I get a witness? Oh!
This I gotta see
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Yeah!
Gotta get away from this town
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Go!
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience.
Yeah!
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
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