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[Matt Elliott - Failing Songs lyrics]
Broken Bones by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
We as beasts of burden take the fall
Though they'll break our backs won't share the spoils
Time to put some backs against the wall
Best to stand & die than live & crawl
Though they'll break our bones they'll break our bones
Though they'll smash our homes they'll smash our homes
There's a special place in hell reserved for them
We as beasts of burden take the fall
Though they'll break our backs won't share the spoils
Time to put some backs against the wall
Best to stand & die than live & crawl
Our hands are forced against the hordes
Who hoard, is this all that we're put here for, just to hoard, just to hoard
Chains by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
We're free to do exactly what we're told
We're free to buy what we're sold
We're nothing more than slaves my dear
But our chains are made of gold
We're slaves, we're slaves, we're slaves
We're slaves, we're slaves, we're slaves
Though our chains are golden
They're still just fucking chains...
Compassion Fatigue by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
Let's just go through this one more time
Can't quite see that look in your eyes
Or hear the cries, I'll feign surprise
Like every time we always run through this shit
Over again
Let's just go through this one more time
I've nothing better to do with this life
Than this endless strife
The endless cries
All contrived
Your talking endless talking saying nothing
Gone by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
Face full of sun
And we run 'til we lose our way
Bad thoughts are gone
War is won
And all's in its place
The day's all ours
Until we trip on a Grave
Birds stop their song
As you turn to me & say
We will be gone...
Good Pawn by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
One more day & we're on our way
& Like all good pawns
We'll sing as we fall
Honour & pride a soldier's life
It's easy to kill
With god on your side
Our way of/ A wasteful life is for what we strive
& We'll see our goal
No matter how many die
One more day & we're on our way
& Like all good pawns
We'll sing as we fall
Lone gunman required by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
Here we stand alone again
Divided by the same old men
Hands behind our back again
& Our backs against the wall again
Excuse us if we take offence
Each action has a consequence
& Yours cause nothing but laments
& Our backs against the wall again
I pray our pain will be your pain
As you use & hold us back again
& Profit from our loss again
Until the straw that breaks this camels chains
Some day soon the time will come
To rid the world of greedy scum
When that day comme I'll get my gun
You'll be the first against the wall my friend
Our Weight In Oil by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
& The world was lost some years ago
When the tyrants upped & seized control
& We lost our lives to worthless oil
& We're worth less than our weight in oil
But the stockholders all had their pay
But it's we who clean their mess anyway
& That revolution never came
& We'll never see that chance again
& Hurt is all we know
Hate is all we know
The dirt is all we'll know ....
Planting Seeds by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
When people ask me I always say
That targeted assassination is the only way
They might promise a better day but it's false & it's false yeah it's false
They've stopped asking so how can we explain
By the people for the people that was yesterday
They'll keep taking more & more away
'Til it's gone & it's gone & it's gone
So take your snipers rifle in hand
& Do a massive favour to the people of these lands
Assassinate a corporate billionaire
Or their heirs or their heirs or their heirs
They hold us back & keep us in our place
They lie & cheat & steal from our plate
If we were just we'd resign them to their fate
With a gun with a gun with a gun
We're falling asleep at the wheel fellow slaves
We must rise from this bed that we've made
& Never forget that we're all on our way
To the grave to the grave to the grave
The Failing Song by Matt Elliott in Failing Songs
As youths we used to talk at night
Of the joys that life was going to bring our way
& The failures of our forebears
Were as clear to us as the cold light of day
But now those days are dead & gone
& The future that we had is now the past
& It's cobwebs that we cling to
Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands
