Damaged Goods

by A-Heads

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released December 20, 2012

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Track Name: Squatland
Last week you ran away again
But this time it’s for real you say
Some punks say you could squat with them
This is where the straight world ends

Empty back streets of the town
Where the houses are all failing down
You walk in to an open door
You’re tired you sleep upon the floor

There’s no rules to get in your way
Live your life in a constant daze
Live on nothing but drugs and pills
But soon it starts to make you ill

Empty back streets of the town
Where the houses are all failing down
You walk in to an open door
You’re tired you sleep upon the floor

It’s great now because you’re on your own
It’s nothing like it was at home
No parents nagging down at you
You just do what you want to do

Empty back streets of the town
Where the houses are all failing down
You walk in to an open door
You’re tired you sleep upon the floor

Sit down and slowly you kill yourself
With drink and drugs as there’s nothing else
The house of contempt it gets so bad
You run back to your mum and dad

Empty back streets of the town
Where the houses are all failing down
You walk in to an open door
You’re tired you sleep upon the floor

When you’re there they don’t want to know
Tell you that you have to go
So it’s back to the squatland you have to stay
And slowly pass you’re life away

Empty back streets of the town
Where the houses are all failing down
You walk in to an open door
You’re tired you sleep upon the floor

I want to stay there, I want to go there
Back to squatland
I love the squatland
Runaway runaway runaway
Take me home mummy please
Track Name: Didn't Have The Nerve
Sitting in a café in the pouring rain
With nothing to do it’s always the same
Watching the people passing by
Feeling inside that you want to die
You packed up your job cause it bored you to tears
You ran away from all your fears
Paranoia was in your head
But it wasn’t paranoia it was real instead

You didn’t have the nerve
You didn’t have the nerve
To be yourself

No-one liked you because of those guys
It was jealously that was in their eyes
You coped with it exceptionally well
Yes it was like a living hell
Did you do the right thing by getting out
Finding what the dole was all about
Friends were really hard to come by
So you contemplated suicide

You didn’t have the nerve
You didn’t have the nerve
To be yourself

Ain’t going to sit down and whine cause I ain’t got no fucking time

I’m getting stronger getting stronger getting stronger

Sitting in a café in the pouring rain
With nothing to do it’s always the same
Watching the people passing by
Feeling inside that you want to die
You packed up your job cause it bored you to tears
You ran away from all your fears
Paranoia was in your head
But it wasn’t paranoia it was real instead

Now I’ve got the nerve
Now I’ve got the nerve to be myself
Track Name: Danger Danger
Danger danger/danger danger social suicide
keep yourself safe
go where there's no-one around
use all the back streets
and don't make a sound
'cause meeting people makes
you scared of what may be
so you avoid all eye contact
talking fast and nervously
danger danger etc
your body's in a mess
can't seem to control
your reddening face
has a life of its own
heat makes you sweat
your nerves make you shake
this only seems to encourage
the backward steps that you take
danger danger etc
your negative views
seep down to the soul
what must they be thinking
of your lack of control
you cant even converse
without muddling words up
this lack of confidence
makes you wanna' give up
now you feel trapped
as it makes you unwell
because social anxiety
has got you under its spell

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