Skeleton Gun
Alternative / Pop / Punk / Rock

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The Band

Gary Judd - On the triangle
Rob Astles - On the maracas
Tom Bradburn - On the tambourine

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Influences include: Joy Division, P J Harvey, The Smiths, Oceansize, Pixies, Foo Fighters, QOTSA, Kings of Leon, Fugazi, The Wipers, Green Day, Tool, The Melvins.



Lyrics for "Shelf Life"

Well he wears a gold cross and a clown,
Forcing hatred through a frown.
You make me cross yeah you’re the clown,
You should be six feet under ground.

No mind
X8

I keep on swimming up against the flow,
But where it’s getting me I just don’t know.
One thing I still know that is true to myself,
I’m sick of sitting on this shelf with you.

I’m feeling dizzy in my head,
There’s nothing wrong my doctor said.
I need to put this to an end,
Alcohol is my friend.

I don’t mind
X8

I keep on swimming up against the flow,
But where it’s getting me I just don’t know.
One thing I still know that is true to myself,
I’m sick of sitting on this shelf.

Yeah oh I need a breath of,
Yeah oh I need a breath of,
Yeah oh I need a breath of,
Yeah oh I need a breath of fresh air.
X2


By Tom Bradburn

Lyrics for "Storm in a teacup"

I would have told you anything,
But you forgot the lighter.
Your smelling petrol and you feel wet,
Now you regret you’re a liar.
X2
Looks like a moron,
Walks like a moron,
Talks like a moron,
The enemy.
X2
What’s the story morning Tory?
Come on Tony lie.
They earn more in just one year than,
You’ll ever in your life.
We just have to grin a bear it,
Gritting yellow teeth.
Common as muck just remember,
Its not your fault that,

You can’t kick a ball,
You’re not tall,
You sting like a butterfly,
Or just really really shy.

You won your self a buggy so you thought why not,
Hiding drugs in the cot blue baby.
And it isn’t torture if you die,
She’s screaming fine can you hear her?

Nahh nahh nahh eeh yarh mate,
Nahh nahh nahh eeh yarh.
Nahh nahh nahh eeh yarh mate.
Nahh nahh nahh eeh yarh.


By Tom Bradburn





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