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Punch Drunk
02:28
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Sweat-spitting canvases weighed up under hot lights
My mouth is bloodied as I try to do what’s right
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’m ringing out
I know that it’s not going my way but I’ll keep on fighting
Just cut my eye so I can see how this defeats me
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’m ringing out
I’m punch drunk and out of luck
My only option is to run out the clock
I’m punch drunk - my arms have given up
But I’m not going down
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
Roll with the punches to stop the ringing in my head
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’ll keep swinging ‘til I’m dead
I’m ringing out
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Scapegoat
03:00
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Somethings wrong, why are the eyes daggers for me?
My face fits the bill and I’ve been branded the ‘public enemy’
The guilty party
You’ve got your knives out and you’re accusing me
To those outside you’re crying bloody murder
My hands are clean - I’m not your scapegoat
Last will and testament read out to jealous family
My motives seem plausible the evidence concealed in secrecy
They’re trying to hang me
You’ve got your knives out and you’re accusing me
To those outside you’re crying bloody murder
My hands are clean - I’m not your scapegoat
So cry your eyes out as they’re convicting me
Coz its all fucked up and back to front and broken
It isn’t me - I’m not your scapegoat
The lying the cheating, the bullshit deceiving - I’m done
I’m not your scapegoat
The lying the cheating, the bullshit deceiving - I’m done
I’m not your scapegoat
You’ve got your knives out and you’re accusing me
To those outside you’re crying bloody murder
My hands are clean - I’m not your scapegoat
So cry your eyes out as they’re convicting me
Coz its all fucked up and back to front and broken
It isn’t me - I’m not your scapegoat
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Trundlerudder Northampton, UK
Trundlerudder are five hot-railin’ guys from Northampton who got together in 2021 to play punk rock from 2001. File us between Ten Foot Pole and Useless ID on yer shelf.
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