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Lady Macbeth
03:10
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This is the third time
That you've leered over me
And it's the tenth time
That you've flashed your teeth
You tell me that I look good enough to eat
It's not the first time someone's called me sweet.
Gotta tell you that you're misinformed
What you asking me to smile for?
Keep on getting on my case man,
Try to touch me one more time you'll end up in my basement.
Call up your boys and call me crazy
I get it all the time
(I'm a lioness on the hunt for violence)
But ask yourself when it gets hazy
How dangerous am I?
I don't need to clean the blood on my hands
It keeps me warm in my bed call me Lady Macbeth
I love it
Call me Lady Macbeth
I don't need no men
Treating me like Barbie
It's a blood bath Ken
And I brought my army
Call up your boys and call me crazy
I get it all the time
(I'm a lioness on the hunt for violence)
But ask yourself when it gets hazy
How dangerous am I?
I don't need to clean the blood on my hands
It keeps me warm in my bed call me Lady Macbeth
I love it
Call me Lady Macbeth
(You can't brag from a body bag, oh no)
I don't want to be a fuck or a friend
And I don't need to know your story
Let's just skip to the end
I love it
Call me Lady Macbeth
You were calling me a tease cuz you wanted more
So I brought you to your knees and I locked the door
I locked the door
(Some viewers may find the following video disturbing, viewer discretion is advised)
I don't need to clean the blood on my hands
It keeps me warm in my bed call me Lady Macbeth
I love it
Call me Lady Macbeth
(You can't brag from a body bag, oh no)
I don't want to be a fuck or a friend
And I don't need to know your story
Let's just skip to the end
I love it
Call me Lady Macbeth
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Boudicca
02:33
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Light another match like renegade
Take another shot with Gatorade
Molotov cocktail celebration
Marching down the street, gathering the troops
Let ‘em all know what they did to you
The whole time smiling like they’re amused
This is the call, this is the time
For anyone ever told to get in line
Freaks and the weirdos in chaos we shine
They told us we’re nothing but we are divine
Punish the different
Act with indifference
Pretending they’re innocent
And we’re f____ sick of it
So burn it all down like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
Burn it, burn it all like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
They heard the screams but they just stood still
Pushed to our knees and gave us a pill
Now we’re on the streets and we aim to kill
So burn it all down like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
Burn it, burn it all like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
Burn it, burn it, burn it down
Burn it, burn it, burn it down down
Burn it, burn it, burn it down
Burn it, burn it
I wanna watch it burn
So burn it all down like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
Burn it, burn it all like Boudicca
Cuz what did status quo ever do for ya?
Build up from the ash new universe
Burn it down like Boudicca
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Bodyhome
04:07
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You taste like metal
On my tongue
Can’t tell if its
Pennies or blood
(It might be blood)
Say that I’m pretty
Its such a pity
You taste like
The morning after rum
So if I tell you
That I’m independent
(You should know)
It translates to
Get up out of my bed
(Its a code)
I’m using you to
Get out of my head
(Its brutal, I’m brutal)
Holy human touch
I know that you don’t
Understand me much
I need a new rush
I won’t feel alone
I’ve chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)
I’m sick of my own pessimism
I think I need an exorcism
I pray to the cross and it flips
(But you seem to miss all the hits)
I’ve never been so dissonant
I know that no one’s listening
They told us to be vigilant
Like that’s what the main problem is
Rather than dwell I might as well
Get thick cause I am overwhelmed
Your skin can hide me like a shell
I’m trapped in my brain and its hell
I so wanna smile
That I’m hoping it won’t rip
And rely on my acting
When you lean in for a kiss
I’ll ghost you tomorrow
I know you’ll call me a bitch
But I’m only really in this for the trip
Holy human touch
I know that you don’t
Understand me much
I need a new rush
I won’t feel alone
(I’m only in this for the trip)
I’ve chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)
I can feel the emptiness
Eating me alive
Creeping up my insides
Crawling down my spine
You cut through the haziness
When you touch me right
You can call it pettiness
But that’s how I survive
Holy human touch
I know that you don’t
Understand me much
I need a new rush
I won’t feel alone
(I’m only in this for the trip)
I’ve chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)
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Oakley Riot Leeds, UK
Born in Canada & based in the UK, producer, singer & songwriter Oakley Riot is a tour de force of pop in its fiercest form. Imagine Billie Eilish with a hangover, a broken bottle and a thirst for revenge and you might be close.
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