1. INDIVIDUALITY (album version) 3.57
Walmsley
2. NO WAY OUT (album version) 2.40
Woseen
3. BODY BAG (only realese)* 2.00
Gleeson
4. INDIVIDUALITY (original demo version ) 3.50
Walmsley

Lyrics

Individuality

Whatever you want (you got it) whatever makes you happy
You can’t ruffle any feathers, don’t forget to stir the gravy
Well even though our youth, it’s all part of the procreation
You try to hide the truth, with your procrastination
But Individuality, thrives on the carnage
Suiciety, never reaps the harvest
The times and the place, keep on moving on like the ocean
So wipe that fucken stupid look off your face
Cause it's just like I imagined
Everything I do, just adds to your dissatisfaction
You look at my ideals, to feed your morbid fascination
But Individuality,
thrives on the carnage
And that suicide, suiciety,
it never reaps any harvest (your never gonna get it)
I just cant get enough , no satisfaction
Individuality, thrives on the carnage
And that suiciety, it’s never gonna reap any harvest
Well that Individuality, thrives on your carnage
And that suicide - suicide - suiciety, it’s never gonna reap any harvest.

No way out

I've had a lot of people lie to me and look me in the face
No every man , woman , child and place
Dont you think its time I learned
Traped inside this vault , where nobodys got a clue
Well I think i'm getting off this sinking ship I choose
Do you ever feel like throwing it all away
You couldnt if you tried - no-way-out - no way out
Traped inside this box with shrinkin painted faces
Malice in wonderland making the rules
Well I think its time I learned
Wtich way to turn as I'm running out the door
No desision straght ahead
I dont belive that theres no-way-out - oh no theres - no-way-out
Do you ever feel just like throwing it all away
Well you know you couldnt if you tried
No-way-out - oh no theres - no-way-out
well theres no way out
you got no way

Body Bag

Coming home in a body bag With a tag around my toe
My limbs are smashed and mangled Even my mother would not know me
What is left of my face It's just a bloody mess
No features no expression No medical interest
Don't keep the home fire burning Blow out the candle in the window
I'm not returning Mummy I aint coming home
It's an apocalypse now I didn't want to be involved
But I got nothing left for the cockswain (NOT SURE ABOUT THIS LINE)
My unemployment problem solved Coming home in a body bag
With a flag on my casket No reason no excuses No apologies as yet
Don't keep the home fire burning Snuff out the candle in the window
I'm not returning Mummy I aint coming home
I'm coming home with my best friend Joe In a body bag built for two
It's never gonna be the same again Just like I always knew
I won't come round your house no more Like all those times I did
No kiss no smile no stay awhile No golden wedding ring
Don't keep the home fire burning Snuff out the candle
I'm not returning
Mummy I aint coming home


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