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Serf City

by Titans of Filth

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1.
Of course, who couldn't enjoy a pleasant stroll out in the setting sun But who wouldn't gather rocks for knocks at those who won Beneath the light of the moon Jamming hard on survival tunes There's work at the Silver Spoon Keeping busy with bus-trays and brooms A craze, a notion A casting call we heard throughout the land Pills and potions arrive to quell the pain that makes demands Beneath the light of the moon Jamming hard on survival tunes There's work at the Silver Spoon Keeping busy with bus-trays and brooms On fire, a fury, here required to do what furies do But I'm worried 'Cause baby now there's not much left of you Beneath the light of the moon Jamming hard on survival tunes There's work at the Silver Spoon Keeping busy with bus-trays and brooms
2.
Opportunists who learned from changes earned Inspired by the action Their flames still burn despite downward turns In the summer of our distraction Heralding harm, sounding alarms They sleep among the roaches Wrapped in the charms of quality yarns Our soundproof ride approaches A voice on-stage, an ugly age Authenticity, precision The final rage of the fading page Wins critics pick decisions
3.
To be the first, to be the best To be wide awake while others sleep In other words, a self-obsessed creep At a loss with dreams and schemes Popping PBRs again Cooped up in a cage with your friends Exhausted scenarios Broken arrows tumble from our beat-up bows It’s hard to hear but hey that’s how it goes Build it up as best you can Lay open your cupboard bare Sing your song expect the world to care Hold forth hard with all you've got You celebrated sloganeer The crowd just wants a reason to cheer Exhausted scenarios Broken arrows tumble from our beat-up bows It’s hard to hear but hey that’s how it goes
4.
Maybe I'm in need of something new I'm tired of all the worrying, wondering what to do Here at our table for two If I leave for good there'll be more room for you Easy lives like ours are full of pain And after all our arguments I’m not sure who to blame Do we change? Do we stay the same? This tired little tune keeps tickling my brain Every night we play the peeping pervs Dreams and desires, please do not disturb The scene starts, we watch without words The expensive display we tell ourselves we deserve Times as good as these are gonna end And probably sometime soon, so baby don't pretend In a world where the good guys always win They'll brand us the bad ones before the fight begins There's danger on the dark side of the door The street lights aren’t shining, pundits blame the poor The blue beam of television's roar The practiced indignation keeping us from keeping score It startles so the way things seem to go Tiny lives defined by what we own and what we owe Tramps like us we keep our voices low Repeating what we're told like it hits it on the nose

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released December 27, 2011

Sam Grindstaff - Vocals, guitar
Ryan Wilson - Guitar, bass guitar
Wyatt Strother - Drums
Katy Batsel - Vocals
Lydia Brambila Escamilla - Keyboard
William Blake Tabb - Bass guitar

Recorded 2011 by Wyatt, mastered by Joel Hatstat
Artwork by Dena Zilber

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