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Ruination

by Rattleback

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1.
Intro (Our Home) 02:22
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Shiny, ivory towers Pushed through and laid upon stately flowers, built with golden showers and Paid for by the state, built up for the great and inhabited by suits and ties, paper trail lies. Files upon files on food for the flies, on the wall Above, the sheen, incredible. Words writ for the slit wrist, out like the bathwater. Soup is good food. The fall won't get you, but the s-topshop will. Up there, macro, a high contrast to the north. The towers whimper, collective, sigh Looking down from above at the people up high No sympathy for the junkies No sympathy for the freaks, the poor, the lonely The cunts, like me. We weed the garden, overgrown Freaks, cunts, lovers This is our home This is our home This is our home I love you, the downtrodden Breathe in, soul sodden, I know The rich grow ample, fat That to be destroyed Bolthrower, our aim be dead eye true Brutalism, my heart goes out to you
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I'm Gonna Take Some Drugs (A Band Told Me To) 02:26
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We know what's best for you I'm gonna take some drugs Wages to spend! Wages to spend! I'm gonna take some drugs Be my friend! Be my friend! I'm gonna take some drugs Face gurning! Face gurning! I'm gonna take some drugs A band told me to! A band told me to!! We know what's best for you We know what's best for you We know what's best for you We know what's best for you It's cool to write songs about drugs and perpetuate a culture of overindulgence and poor mental health. Do whatever makes ya happy as long as you're only hurting yourself! 1300 224 636 Serotonin syndrome! Serotonin syndrome! Serotonin syndrome! Serotonin syndrome! Blegh!
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Beached 02:10
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Nothing reminds me of the good ol' days Like a bad memory I borrowed today's happiness Yesterday More than enough, wasn't enough For us Buy a box of four dollar Seizures! Seizures! - Fuck off mate, I work here! Fuck off mate, I'm dying here! Fuck off mate, I work here! Fuck off mate, I work here! - It's hidden in the walls! There's itching in the walls! I'm sliding down the walls! Skull bouncing off the floor! BEACHED!
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Horse Racing is Dumb and Also Lame 02:21
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Eight horses have been killed At the Melbourne cup in the last nine years Livelier than your bank account, But I'd rather you were dead Or like a racehorse I'd love to run you til you bled Melbourne cup death! Melbourne cup death! I thought someone should do something about it I. AM. SOMEBODY. Horse racing's dumb and also really fucken lame Horse racing's dumb and also really fucken lame Horse racing's dumb and also really fucken lame Horse racing's dumb and also really fucken lame Ya don't look fancy you look heartless Ya don't look fancy you look heartless Ya don't look fancy you look heartless Ya don't look fancy you look heartless
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Bleak 01:12
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I love my family and my mates the land they stand on I hate Can't stand it, Brexit Bojo, whoever replaces him Scared on the bus in the evening Even though the platforms heaving I was on a train in Liverpool Bloke is speaking to a man Says he's from Pakistan Got off, the bloke moved next to me He said did you see that fuckin paki Then he offered me a line I said no thanks I'm fine I don't wanna be your mate Why are you so full of hate Is what I should of said I don't want to go home I love me family and me mates But the countries in a state Spice addicts no funding Mental health no funding Five thousand homeless no funding Eighty-five thousand in temporary housing no funding Youth services no funding Women's refuge centers no funding Kids in Poverty no funding Food banks no funding Junior doctors no funding Community centers no funding Pay rises for MP's funding Refurbishments on houses of parliament funding Brexit funding MP's breakfast allowance funding Fucking funding Fucking funding Fucking funding Fucking funding
6.
Kills Fascists 02:03
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If you don't want me there, I understand But I'll be the outside, chucking bricks through what I can! I tense, my muscles aching But it's nothing like a bullet wound Weight of piggy, screech, suffocating Broken hearts armed with flying bricks Dry on tears, dry click like gears Snap the spanner, light the wick Break them, make them shake with fear This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists My jaw clenched, my anguish real But it's nothing like a savage beating I know nothing of how they feel Broken limbs met with hard nightsticks Blood bleed red, another dead Crack the pavement, snap the whip Break them, make them shake with fear This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists This machine kills fascists dead Dead Dead This machine kills fascists dead
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Change 02:09
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Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a change Gimme a fucking change you cunt Gimme a change, etc Gimmie a fucking change They forced cheap drugs On the vulnerable few Destructive, multi-generational Crack-like whip, and ghetto dew And they drive holes through picket lines Dodge charger, screaming through 60 miles an hour, 60 bucks an ounce 60 years later and they still continue Venomous, bloody Leeching into the water The puritan rests, waits For the time to strike The stupid, bigoted Fall on the fucken pike, More words, less syllables The syllabus on religious soliloquy Knee for eye for cross for tree Faux love faux us faux them faux me And I love ya, like a beautiful picture But I'll hurt ya like a right-wing minister
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Schrödinger's Arsehole 02:17
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Blegh What's your deal, are you fun? Or are you racist number one? Do you like Wolfpack when you get ready? Bet you fucken' like Rancid Eddie! Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em put em in a box Blegh Are you shit or are you not shit? Should I hug you, beat you outta snot? In ya Beemer with ya sunnies on But ya blasting Holidays in the sun Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Schroedinger's arsehole Don't know 'em 'til you know 'em Put 'em in a box
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BLUB 02:01
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Aches! Blow the nostrils off my face Spite is not the issue here Swallowed teeth, basket case I save room for my fear But. it. ACHES! I hit the ground, crack braincase Snap, overflow Face to face with my misplaced Anger Bullet train speeding through the Great White North International logistical support Bullet train speeding through the Great White North International... Fuck me up! *repeat till ya spew*
10.
All These Rich 03:18
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When I spit on your pristine Kompressor I hope you see me I hope you see me When I kick holes in your white pickets I hope you see me I hope you see me When I brick your double skin glass I hope you see me I hope you see me When I sweat blood for what you own I hope you see me I hope you see me When I set myself on fire, In finance and loans I hope you see me I hope you see me When I split my fucken face, on your marble arch! I hope I stain your driveway Cunt Ya Purebred Ya Wellfed Ya White bread Ya White bred Ya Purebred Ya Wellfed Ya White bread Ya White bred
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Outro (Mass) 02:54
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I ruined a good bottle of merlot It was vintage 95, you know? Smashed in the gutter Open hands, you soul stealer The dregs at the bottom of the bottle Now splattered on the bluestone steps Vice Smashed on a knee Maybe the merlot is me? Where is your little fire seed Facedown on Johnston street Am I in the bottle Or is the bottle in me? I'm laying blown off my feet in the dark Trying to make the corners of the room meet Can you look in the mirror, I fucken can't I'd smash mine to pieces if I had the guts Metaphorically What the fuck's wrong with me Stress plus depression equals mass Where's that fucken disorder now? What happened to you cunt Sparkle left your eyes And moved to your gut Leviathan Now nothing fucken fits Went through hell for this? Fuck it Why are those panic attacks coming back? Ruination

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released March 14, 2023

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Rattleback Melbourne, Australia

Punk band from Melbourne. Bass, Drums and Vocals.

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