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Manimal
02:53
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Take a little ticket, leave the jumping to the crickets
So fanatical, a frantic panic in the morning
Pick a chilli pepper, fly away upon your zephyr
Take a parosol, precipitation is a warning sign
Sparking start a fire, flicking flames of minds desire
Takes a cannibal to get inside of the mind
So fuck it like your ex and take the chickens from the eggs
Coz you're a manimal, and this is all you know of life..
Taking all the time, it's your ass on the line
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal sonny
Fucking everyone, it just lasts 'til it's gone
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal son
Open the can 'kchaa, watch the pressure push the limits
Like an aerosol, it's all invisible to your eye
Livin' la vida loca, fucking up until it's over
Rebel with a cause, there's dedication in a final shot
Wrap it up in diamonds, lies are nicer when they're shining
Like with Santa Claus, dropping it like it's hot
So fuck it 'til it's raw, you take the apple, leave the core
Coz you're a manimal, and this is all you know of life..
All the solid gold will tarnish in time
Force the wrecking ball 'til the bricks are fine
Fall and crash and burn then straight up deny
..Crumble to sand, left dick in hand
You're just a man, just a man, just a man..
MANIMAL yeah..
Hip it to the hop, it's a race with the clock
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal sonny
Breaking to the beat you'll get knocked off your feet
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal oh
Taking all the time, it's your ass on the line
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal sonny
Fucking everyone, it just lasts 'til it's gone
You're a manimal, you're just a manimal son
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2. |
What's Yours Is Mine
02:35
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The fire in your eyes is still there
Mine is waning just a little, but still fair
The green or the blue, I never remembered
It's older truth
And I used you in the way that children do,
It's a cold night and there's Deja Entendu,
The stray light, and things we'll never find.
Don't forget, what's yours is mine
The slew of words that spilled for you
Arranged on paper to consume
The green or the blue, I never remembered
It's older truth
And I used you in the way that children do,
It's a cold night and there's Deja Entendu,
The stray light, and things we'll never find.
Don't forget, what's yours is mine
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3. |
The Den
03:31
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Walking home through the back streets
Should of got me a taxi
Praying my history won't repeat me
Go, home, stoned. And drunk as fuck
Keep an eye all around me
Keep the pace to a good speed
Harlesden ain't a nice place off your face it's
Rough, tough, fucked. It's just my luck
It's just my hole in the ground
This Den is nothing but a headache
Try to ignore my surrounds
This Den is nothing but a dead weight
it drags me down
In the comfort and safety
My apartment is cozy
Feeling invincible in my home seat
Leave, me, be. I need a break
Put the confidence away
Coz tomorrow's a new day
And I'll have to go outside once again
God, damn, Den.
Hole in the ground
This Den is nothing but a headache
Try to ignore my surrounds
This Den is nothing but a dead weight
it drags me down..
Is that it? (rpt.)
Hole in the ground
This Den is nothing but a headache
Try to ignore my surrounds
This Den is nothing but a dead weight
it drags me down.
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Handsome Panda UK
"As a garage-rock band, Handsome Panda is nearly faultless. Each track is as driving as the next, and Funnell and Saleh do
more by themselves than most bands can hope to with five members."
— Joey Dussault - Mind Equals Blown
"Fierce playing, strong fresh writing.. one of the biggest sounding gtr/drum two piece bands I've heard for a while.."
— Tom Robinson - BBC 6music
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