Cured All Right!

Death-doomish, ultra-heavy oi-punk erupts with massively down-tuned guitars and pounding, stomping drums, Brutal ultra-low lead vocals drive raw verses, while gang-shouted refrains (“oh!") and thick, simple power chords surge in an anthemic chorus, Relentless energy and gritty texture throughout

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We were droogs on the prowl in the ultranight Milk-plus flowin’, fists were tight Beat the tramp till his soul went grey Then we crushed a gang and danced away Frankie's typewriter, splattered and bent I sang in the rain while her breath was spent YOU WANT CONTROL? Shut my eyes wide open YOU WANT A SOUL? Drug me till I'm broken I was cured - all right! Spinnin' heads and sleepless nights Strapped in tight - no fight! Ludo'd outta wrong and right Sick to Beethoven’s might! I was cured - all right! Cured all right! Prison time for the cat-lady’s fate Fourteen years in a steel cage state Two gone by, then the Minister grins "Let’s fix your sins from deep within" Drips in the vein, screen full of pain Classical hell in my bloodstained brain CAN I BE SAVED? Eyes wide, vomit rise IS THIS BEHAVE? Can’t even lust without despise I was cured - all right! Can't punch back or chase the night Singin’ pain - not quite! Freedom drowned in flashing light Ninth burns black and white! I was cured - all right! Cured all right! Dim and Georgie in blue uniforms Dragged me out, beat me in the storm No home, no kin, just gutter grime And Frankie’s wrath - poetic crime Locked in a box with a symphony scream Jumped from the window to kill the dream I was cured all right! Smilin’ wide in the neon light Newborn bite - gaslight! Poster boy for left and right Sex and death unite! I was cured - all right! Cured all right! "Viddy well, little brother... I'm back." CURED. ALL. RIGHT.

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