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Ego War (06/03/2003)
06/03/2003
1.
2.
3.
4.
Turned Away (Radio Edit)
5.
Real Life
6.
We Don't Care (Dirty Version)
7.
8.
The Tyson Shuffle
9.
The Things
10.
Veteran
11.
The Snow
12.
I Go To Your House
13.
Hit The Ceiling
14.
. . .


Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no

Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no
Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no

I keep on tryin'
To make it up to you and I would be lying
To play a game with you so I just keep walking
Not thinking it all through or even talking
To people about you

Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no
Got this feeling in my bed
When I start the thing up
Got this feeling in brain
I wish it would guh-o
Sometimes I just feel insane
I deal with the pain though

I keep on tryin'
To make it up to you, and I would be lyin'
To play a game with you so I just keep walkin'
Not thinkin' it all through or even talkin'
To people about you

From start to cold, new to old, brave to bold, paid to sold
Fresh to crust, still to rust, sure to must, Skin to dust
Gas to fire, phone to wire, played to hire, claim to flier
Head to hat, tape to that, tells a cat, snares a slack
Red to pink, plate to zinc smells a stink, edge to brink
Paid to waltz, shops the malls, tops the talls, pops the collars
Stomps it out, puff to pout, in to out, rain to drought
Shout to scream, sleep to dream, split to seam, unless you want me

Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no
Got this feeling in my bed
When I start the thing up
Got this feeling in my head
It won't go away, no
Got this feeling in my bed
When I start the thing up

. . .


It was early
I woke up
Still had a joint, so I puffed
Shouldn't of, coz it got me stoned
and my mum just moaned

'Simon its time to get a job,
you're 20 years old and you're living like a slob'
but there's so many things i wanna do ma'
i need money and I wanna get a new car
'Simon what do you mean?'
I've got a plan - it'll all be clean

got the joints and the beats rollin'
got the tunes on the decks strollin'

As I walk through my mind all my thoughts are behind
when there's deals being signed and there's walls gettin' climbed
and there's things that we bring when we fling with the sing
and we want to be in from the start to the fin
is it me? is it them?
is it you or your friends?
there's no need to pretend that your mind's on the mend
is the past in your eyes, are your hands on your thighs
coz you cannot disguise that you needed a rise

[chorus]
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords
I've been living on the shores of the canyon
pretty girls and ugly guys
twisted dreams and purple skies
back to basics - forward to basics
norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped
what's the main lick?
what's the main trip?
-it's like this

For all my fella's that sip the Stellas,
DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers
To the geeks there's no need to be jealous
we're just doin' our thing

[chorus]
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

I just don't know about the way
I just wished I had some more days in my book
call you up and give you a look

[chorus]
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

From the edge of the land - Who's that man?
Doin' things that you can't understand
broken or fixed
token or tripped
how many things we can throw in the mix
two thousand sales into two
comin' through it's the Audio Crew
don't bother doin' if it don't sound smooth
as we step with nothing to prove

For all my fella's that sip the Stellas,
DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers
To the geeks there's no need to be jealous
we're just doin' our thing

. . .


Nobody's been comin round your way
Have you been hearing wat they say?
They were your buddies yesterday
But you took too long to pay

Have you heard the latest news
about the cat that got slapped and bashed and bruised
Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be in his shoes
Now the kid's got fuckall to lose
broken friendships too hard to mention
ran round in venture
only invention
as we step from old to new
Andy knows we always wanted to check the things we do

All those kids who were your mates
You've let them sitting on their hate
When you're asleep or you're awake
You cannot hide from your mistake

Has he checked the fresh tickets?
get my fuckin money or you get my fuckin fist
personality switchin' twitchin
Like the girls in the springer show bitchin'
boy's in major shit now
Hasn't even got a little bit now
cuz he was out on the town
knockin drinks down
spendin all his money
and throwin it around

Nobody's been comin round your way
Have you been hearing wat they say?
They were your buddies yesterday
But you took way too long to pay

All the kids who were your mates
You've left them sitting on their hate
When you're asleep or you're awake
You cannot hide from your mistake

Have you seen where stevie's been?
Well, i've seen him round the way,
If you know wat i mean...
where?
well, he was at the club last night
drinkin with a girl and she looked a bit alright
What the fuck is he doin?
Spending all my money on a girl now im screwin
I only ticked him for a favour
and he pays me back with that kinda behaviour?

And that just seems to be the way things go down
just enjoyance to the point of no return
lets get paid lets just get paid

And that just seems to be the way things go down
just enjoyance to the point of no return
lets get paid lets just get paid

And that just seems to be the way things go down
just enjoyance to the point of no return
lets get paid lets just get paid

. . .

Turned Away

[No lyrics]

. . .

Real Life

[No lyrics]

. . .


There's things I haven't told you
I go out late at night
And if I was to tell you
You see my different side

There's things I haven't told you
I go out late at night
And if I was to tell you
You'd see my different side

There's things I haven't told you
I go out late at night
And if I was to tell you
You'd see my different side

There's things I haven't told you
I go out late at night
And if I was to tell you
You'd see my different side

There's things I haven't told you
I go out late at night
And if I was to tell you
You'd see my different side

We don't care
What you say
I'mma do my thing
From day to day
(Get it?)
We don't care
What you think
'Cause in this world
It's Swim-or-Sink
(What the fuck?!)

. . .


Each time I go to town,
I'll see your face ina cloud,

Oh and when I come back home,
I'll call your name out loud,

Each time I go to town,
I'll see your face ina cloud,

Oh and when I come back home,
I'll call your name out loud,

Each time I go tot own,
I'll see your face in a cloud,
Oh and when I come back home,
I'll call your name out loud.

. . .

The Tyson Shuffle

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Things

[No lyrics]

. . .

Veteran

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Snow

[No lyrics]

. . .

I Go To Your House

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hit The Ceiling

[No lyrics]

. . .


Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

Drinks and friends by the River Thames
It's a Suburban Ego War
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a Suburban Ego War
Heaven, Hell, and drugs to sell
Suburban Ego War
You get cussed off the back of a bus
It's a Suburban Ego War
Owe me dough from time ago
Suburban Ego War
Grafitti on the wall
Suburban Ego War
Owe me cash for a bit of hash
Suburban Ego War
Tags on trains but the fact remains
Suburban Ego War

I wanna stay here for the rest of my days
But as long as I stay here I want to get paid

One, two
My mate pulled in a local brawl
Suburban Ego War
Sold a quater to his daughter
Now her dad's on an Ego War

Angry man on the cold shop floor
Suburban Ego War

Drinks and friends by the River Thames
It's a Suburban Ego War
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a Suburban Ego War
Heaven, Hell, and drugs to sell
Suburban Ego War
You get cussed off the back of a bus
It's a Suburban Ego War
Owe me dough from time ago
Suburban Ego War
Grafitti on the wall
Suburban Ego War
Owe me cash for a bit of hash
Suburban Ego War
Tags on trains but the fact remains
Suburban Ego War

Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

I wanna stay here for the rest of my days
But as long as I stay here I want to get paid

Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

Urban Ego War
Urban Suburban Ego War
It's an Ego War
It's a Suburban Ego War

I wanna stay here for the rest of my days
But as long as I stay here I want to get paid

. . .


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