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But 03:50
Gloeboe (ALLEMAAL!) 04:10
Jugular 05:00
Drab 05:40
Nymph(oid barbarian in dinosaur hell) 03:58
Hopelessly devoted to you 03:12
Ko Kra 04:01


Drab
(Bloem/Vos/van Reenen)
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In the street where I live there are flags of celebration
Someone has undoubtedly just managed graduation
To now step out into the world, forever to be free
But the only sentiment I feel's I'm sorry it's not me

Longing for innocence, searching a reference
Sick of the ignorance lurking in the tenements

In the factory I work in I get sneers of condemnation
From the pack of minor faces drawn to rude pontification
To now step out into the world, forever to be free
And hunt the bloody earth from mountain-range to deep-blue sea

Longing for innocence, seeking deliverance
Sick of the hindrance plunging from the tenements

Chorus:
Run from me now before I run from you
Hide in stupidity, my anger is true
Love may be blind, but then I've only hatred
The devil and I understand we are mated
And in my spare time I grow horns for a change
And after a tail, so to whip you at range
Scram before I can get closer to you
I may look like I'm friendly
But nothing's less true
The thinking I've done has enlightened my mind
I'll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind
Like you did me so many times in the past
I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast

In time I know the world will be a fair bit brighter
And the burden in my head will seem a megakilo lighter
But for now, the street in which I live
Has nothing that may please me
This just isn't quite my kind of day
I need a beer to grease me

Longing for drunkenness, peace and quiet emptiness
Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure

And if I seem to be a trifle depressed
Then remember it's the doings of you and the rest
The silent corps of working heavies who keep pestering me
So dangerously they still tamper with me

Longing for my weekend, a campsite and a leaky tent
Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure

Solo

Chorus:
Run from me now before I run from you
Hide in stupidity, my anger is true
Love may be blind, but then I've only hatred
The devil and I understand we are mated
And in my spare time I grow horns for a change
And after a tail, so to whip you at range
Scram before I can get closer to you
I may look like I'm friendly
But nothing's less true
The thinking I've done has enlightened my mind
I'll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind
Like you did me so many times in the past
I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast