Work Pig

by Dead Weights

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dead ends & closed doors

having trouble lately trying to make ends meet / thinking i'd stay broke if i could move somewhere with heat / general leslie told me 'sign up son you can be in afghanistan in just six months' / i've got this coffee and i've got this cigarette to keep me warm / and i was hoping for a place to get some piece of mind / can i get a little piece of mind? / i was hoping for a place with less guns & opiate wars / i'm tired of doing dishes and i'm tired of serving dicks and i'm damn well tired of listening to your bullshit / i could wear a suit & tie and work in an office it's a damn good life if you don't want promise / i've got this coffee and i've got this cigarette to keep me warm / and i was hoping for a place to get some piece of mind / can i get a little piece of mind? / i was hoping for less dead ends and a few more open doors.

latitude 45

oc transpo is moving slow all over again / and the walk to your apartment seems longer than i ever remember / but the tourists are all gone home / and the nights are more quiet in my neighborhood / i wish that you'd come home / to the town of government workers and bullshit politicians / the weather is getting cold all over again / i'll start to think about leaving this town again / but i'll probably spend my last change to call you and say / i wish that you'd come home / i wish that you'd come home / to the town of government workers and bullshit politicians.

bombed out!

living in this city i got it made / my streets are covered in snow or being fixed all over again / i spent my money on new tattoos when i should be / digging myself out of debt all over again / these day's im feeling a bit neglected / by the bells on the shore calling old men home / by the banners and headlines calling young men to war / by the banners & the headlines / the governments spending all our tax money / on military spending and blowing off fireworks again / to celebrate some shit i'd sooner forget / til everyone's bombed out or waving their flags/ these day's i'm feeling a bit neglected / by the bells on the shore calling old men home / by the banners and headlines calling young men to ware / by the banners & the headlines.

lowertown blues

i've got twenty-six years down the drain / and lately, these days i feel like it's all long gone away / when i'm catching up with all my bad habits / and im starting to believe my own bullshit again / these lowertown streets bring me to a lull / except for the pounding in my skull / i’ve been hanging around this city with my deadweight / and sometimes i can't believe what i hear people say / running their mouths straight out of this goddamn town / they're starting to believe their own bullshit yah / these lowertown streets bring me to a lull / except for the pounding in my skull.

cops

we're all trying to find that filthy fucking paycheque / some finding love in labour some selling sweat a long the way / don't want to be part of any military forces / or the locals writing fines for city hall / you love cops but i don't / you love cops but i don’t wear blue / you love cops and that's everything i fucking hate / we're all dreaming in different directions but i never want to see you rotting in a cubicle grave / or returning overseas with a bullet and a casket / dying for someone elses greed / you love cops but i don't / you love cops but i don’t wear blue / you love cops and that's everything i fucking hate.

don’t talk to me about morrissey

empty pockets and bottle in hand, these streets makes me feel like an unwanted citizen / and some cowboy from out west wants us to be american / it goes on and on like religious myth / like the bullshit meant to keep us nationalist / my eyes are red from reading the headlines / and every conversation that sounds the same / im seeing red from taking the red eye through every town that could have been a home / the streets are lined with assholes it's a hipster parade / they can take the sound but the words won't mean anything / they can hang around but it won't mean anything to me / it goes on and on like religious myth / like the bullshit meant to keep us nationalists / my eyes are red from reading the headlines / and every conversation that sounds the same / im seeing red from taking the red eye through every town that could have been a home / it's all going to be the same until we build something in its place.

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released 19 April 2012
All music written and recorded by Dead Weights * except audio excerpts in tracks 1 and 6 from Work Pig credited to Kids In The Hall

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