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Trad Cool​(​Surf Dogs)

from The Music of Decline by The Godspot

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When they've got you by the throat, you're hanging from the rope
God is on their side, gone is all hope
Can you be the one to answer the gun? Listen to the hum of a brain come undone

Don't worry baby cause it ain't alright
living to be given more of the same
Don't fight it baby we're safer off the grid
living to be driven like lemmings off a cliff

Feet are in the river, body starts to shiver
to think you were delivered an innocent sinner
shocked into belief the tattoo on your sleeve
a little voice inside you screams you were deceived

Don't worry baby cause it ain't alright
living to be given more of the same
Don't fight it baby we're safer off the grid
the boredom eats your silence its the meat that keeps you tame

When the stars are in the sky
You think you've seen a sign
The cleaners must have left
something behind
Welcome to the club
Our brains have all been scrubbed

credits

from The Music of Decline, released August 2, 2015
Ryan Johnston: Guitar, vocals
Blake Hamilton: Lead guitar
James Green: Drums
Elise Cheetham: Bass

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The Godspot is open chord Discordian basement rock for cowboys. They swagger on stage with the confidence of a spaghetti western bandit and spit all over anyone's expectations - In Your Speakers

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