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The Last Gang – ‘Noise Noise Noise’ (Official Video)

The Last Gang – ‘Noise Noise Noise’ (Official Video)
Salad Days

‘Noise Noise Noise’ is The Last Gang’s second full-length on FAT and produced by Fat Mike of NOFX, Yotam Ben Horin of Useless ID, and Cameron Webb.

GRAB A COPY OF ‘NOISE NOISE NOISE’ RIGHT HERE.

Track Listing

1. Noise Noise Noise
2. WFTW
3. Prosthetic Lost Cause
4. Shameless
5. Panic Dreaming
6. Gimme Action
7. New Skin
8. Paris Green
9. Intelligence Is a Plague
10. To the King

Lyrics:
CPC crew running, bring your knuckles to brawl
Down at British & Dominion, getting traditional
Paint it up, spike it out, the gang is ready tonight
Take the 42 north past Electric to ride
For few of us though, it could never come dead
It’s the noise noise noise that kept it so close
But the words were spoken “it’s the last episode
“When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
For few of us though, it could never come dead
But the music and nostalgia burnt a hole in our heads
Our heads, heads
Staggering down memories lane
Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain
Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne
Gotta go for the glory or give up and fail
I’ve been stagnant sitting here
A waiting hands open tale
If you see me on the corner, begging, don’t pay my bail
I’m a bit more than nothing and your charity’s stale
I’ve been trying now for years fighting hand tooth and nail
But the sad truth is the poor get poorer and fail
Have I failed?
Staggering down memories lane
Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain
Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne
It’s the noise noise noise that kept it so close
But the words were spoken “it’s the last episode”
When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
For few of us though, it could never come dead
For few of us though, it could never come dead
Staggering down dead memories slain
Deranged, grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain
Deranged, staggering
Staggering down memories lane
Deranged, holding onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain
Deranged, holding onto a faded champagne

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