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Dead End Kids
01:20
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Down in the basement filled with empty beer cans, smoke
Not much to hold on to when you're always broke
Look around and see what you've got, is it worth to stay
Is there anyone who would put up with this fate
Straight outta school to the stockroom to slave
Quite deterrent image of life
Self-improving to avoid the fall
If there's no other way
Five thousand miles in a month once a year
Worth all the troubles we face
Returning home if you've got one to start
All over the whole rat race
Hitting the road leaving nothing behind
Nothing to lose we've got all we desire
DEAD END KIDS
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Stuck Up
01:17
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I think I've lost my sense to tell where you want to belong so bad
Wished for a change in life and become what you claim to hate
Leaving behind everything that counts or matters
Everyone you looked up to, now just lesser beings
Follow the clichés you've been told
Have no respect towards all
Talk down on friends behind their backs
Can't face reality cause you live in your own world
This is the only, the conventional
Stand in the line don't be exceptional
How would you know what's better for me
Don't try to brief me you live in your own world
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Guilt Trip
02:16
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It's time to say goodbye to all regrets you had in the past
Some people change but who's got the right to drag along the rest
It's not you it's just they want to feel they're on the right tracks of life
So turn away, it's easier to quit but you couldn't care less
This pattern of behavior leads to nowhere
I wonder if it can go on any longer
It's not the first call and I'm sure it won't be the last
Never stop, forget, avoid the questions you've been asked
Another day and it's but a blur except for you left with guilt
Fucked up over again, it's easy to admit and then it's off your chest
This pattern of behavior leads to nowhere
I wonder if it can go on any longer
Blacked out nights, a well-aimed excuse
It's up to you which way you choose
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Out on the highway en route to the next show
Not much to hope for with an engine blown
Walk down a mile and look for some help but no one understands
Need a mechanic to tow us away, we're not here to just make friends
Seems like we're saved cause we sprechen some deutsch
But the guy is just shaking his head
Prepare for 26 hours of hell
Cause your motor is fucking dead
Two thousand miles ahead of us still
The new van gets here by midnight
Two days of junk food, truck stop horror ends
We're leaving this place behind
Hitting the road once again but this time
We make the best out of this goddamn plight
DEAD END KIDS
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The Ocean Front Budapest, Hungary
Five-piece punk rock band from Budapest, influenced by hardcore punk bands of the West Coast.
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