Kill the King

by Scamps

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released 22 November 1963

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Track Name: Mass Deception
We're here to get you on your feet
to put the word out on the street
and say there cloak and dagger show is no joke
I fear there M.O.D. is true
the've got the murder council too
left with packs and stacks of cracks to call our homes
They've been Regenerated, left out and backdated
Came style grace and taste you'd never seen or heard again
Arising from the crashes, like the phoenix from the ashes
Redlining straight into the sun

And I just don't know if I can make y'all see
That the rules for them are not for you or me
And it's just from my perception that they've pulled the mass deception, and convinced everyone to go to sleep

I can only see things my way
see the truths come in from sideways
Packs of rats, under sewer caps, hiding from there sin
They'll burn the world with fire
leave us only with the mire
then it's off again with there friends to split the wins

And the times they are a changing once again
but I don't know if they'll ever buck the trend
But I do know one thing, and it's that they'll kill the king
If he won't sing the song they want to hear

And the times they are a changing once again
but i don't know if we'll ever buck the trend
Cause once was thought as sacred
has been left out and wasted
And the kids have been left alone in the field to fend
Track Name: Startin All Over
The rats been crawling cross the fallen Land
and if you think it's alright, then you just don't understand
We're aggravated with the overrated, Inundated in the inspirations haze

When then night goes down, and the world gets crazy
They might be blind, but I think there just lazy
and there starting all over again
Everyday you live, is another one you die
And it's all over with every blink of your eye
Then your starting all over again

Find your place in the bastard crowd,
but you only like the crowd when the crowd gets really loud, Investigating all there motivations
Frustrated with the lack of things they say

When then night goes down, and the world gets crazy
They might be blind, but I think there just lazy
and there starting all over again
Everyday you live, is another one you die
And it's all over with every blink of your eye
Then your starting all over again
Track Name: Cold
The days of hollow sunshine, turned to nights of lonely rain
Bad thoughts and actions done, so things aren't quite the same, walls are closing in, they bleed with sin, reek of shame, And I don't know if they'll ever be the same

And when it stops, I don't know
But it hurts my eyes just to see you go

Forget old set, and last regrets
Bad thoughts are getting old
not just another night, another story told
Now your making me feel, your making me feel so cold
I woke up all night longing for your hold

And when it stops, I don't know
But it hurts my eyes just to see you go
Track Name: Stuck On You
I'm not one for many needs, I just do my own good deeds
and go about my day, just as I please
I got many reasons to smile, I've walked that homeless hungry mile, and talked amongst the sages and the fools
I got no strings to hold me down
but the deepest things that I have found
Is I could make it on my own it's true
But I'm stuck on you

I've been tranquilized with fear, by the thoughts that I held dear, that maybe time couldn't heal all my wounds
I've seen the clear and present danger, but I won't look back in anger, fact I'm kind of humbled by the truth
Left alone with my bad thoughts, of the battle I had won and lost, But all time lies in the past, thats why I'm never blue, I'm just stuck on you

The kids all scream those death blues wails
the wind danced in the sailors sail,
And a stolen pen makes it hard to write the truth