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Six Degrees

Camped on your lawn outside your house with you inside
We wait to pounce on you and rip you to pieces
We’ve got your blood pressure soaring and you can’t even sleep at night
We’ve got your sanity reduced to a thread
It was a one-off mistake and it won’t happen again
But it won’t stop us from enjoying your sorrow
You might as well come out and sell us your story
You’ll be painted much better tomorrow

Scoop

Our lives depend on your mistakes and indiscretions
All we care about is making a buck
We take the juicy bits and print them in a cover page expose
When it comes to your feelings we just don’t give a fxxx
We make a profit from destroying your career and reputation
And we’re always after allegations and sleaze
If there’s none to hand, we’ll just make up a story
That’ll drag you to your knees

Scoop

You try to pass the window with an air of easy confidence
To us, it looks as if you’re tired of the strain
It can’t be easy being hounded as your life falls down around you
So please open the door and do some interviews again
We don’t mind the cold, the rain, the fact that we’re destroying you
Nobody ever said that freedom ever came free
And if you give us an exclusive, we can piss off with the profits, and we’ll finally give you what you want…
We’ll set you free.
(For now)

Scoop
What a scoop

Scoop

Brought up to worship and love my brother
But nothing is sacred anymore
Now my brother and I have only blood in common
As we fight for the rights that never mattered before
Doctrine tells us not to go this far
But if I stopped now, I’d be heretic and foe
My brother is dead - I saw the error of his ways
And I saved him from himself, but no-one can ever know

Never felt as I punctured his lung
Looked deep in his eyes and knew he’d do it to me
Twisted the knife - it comes as natural as breathing
So far up the road, beyond the blood I can’t see
Safe in the knowledge that I did it for God
Will my people ever be free to go back
To the land of the strangers - my brothers - invaders?
The Book says to kill for our rights and there’s no going back

A war in time saves nine
Where strong men lead, the weak will follow
Judas was my twin
The false prophet still rings hollow
Act on higher commands
The sheep may graze but not in my fields
If I ever falter
The Lord will see and lend a hand

I wish he did (*2)
I’m faltering…I’m weak…I want to stop
Oh God, I want it all to stop

See the blood, blink and die in the deluge
This life only ever gets harder
Stop for a minute and you’ll never begin it
Ride the tide and join me...

THE HOLYLANDS


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Camped on your lawn outside your house with you inside
We wait to pounce on you and rip you to pieces
We’ve got your blood pressure soaring and you can’t even sleep at night
We’ve got your sanity reduced to a thread
It was a one-off mistake and it won’t happen again
But it won’t stop us from enjoying your sorrow
You might as well come out and sell us your story
You’ll be painted much better tomorrow

Scoop

Our lives depend on your mistakes and indiscretions
All we care about is making a buck
We take the juicy bits and print them in a cover page expose
When it comes to your feelings we just don’t give a fxxx
We make a profit from destroying your career and reputation
And we’re always after allegations and sleaze
If there’s none to hand, we’ll just make up a story
That’ll drag you to your knees

Scoop

You try to pass the window with an air of easy confidence
To us, it looks as if you’re tired of the strain
It can’t be easy being hounded as your life falls down around you
So please open the door and do some interviews again
We don’t mind the cold, the rain, the fact that we’re destroying you
Nobody ever said that freedom ever came free
And if you give us an exclusive, we can piss off with the profits, and we’ll finally give you what you want…
We’ll set you free.
(For now)

Scoop
What a scoop

Scoop

Brought up to worship and love my brother
But nothing is sacred anymore
Now my brother and I have only blood in common
As we fight for the rights that never mattered before
Doctrine tells us not to go this far
But if I stopped now, I’d be heretic and foe
My brother is dead - I saw the error of his ways
And I saved him from himself, but no-one can ever know

Never felt as I punctured his lung
Looked deep in his eyes and knew he’d do it to me
Twisted the knife - it comes as natural as breathing
So far up the road, beyond the blood I can’t see
Safe in the knowledge that I did it for God
Will my people ever be free to go back
To the land of the strangers - my brothers - invaders?
The Book says to kill for our rights and there’s no going back

A war in time saves nine
Where strong men lead, the weak will follow
Judas was my twin
The false prophet still rings hollow
Act on higher commands
The sheep may graze but not in my fields
If I ever falter
The Lord will see and lend a hand

I wish he did (*2)
I’m faltering…I’m weak…I want to stop
Oh God, I want it all to stop

See the blood, blink and die in the deluge
This life only ever gets harder
Stop for a minute and you’ll never begin it
Ride the tide and join me...

THE HOLYLANDS

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Camped on your lawn outside your house with you inside
We wait to pounce on you and rip you to pieces
We’ve got your blood pressure soaring and you can’t even sleep at night
We’ve got your sanity reduced to a thread
It was a one-off mistake and it won’t happen again
But it won’t stop us from enjoying your sorrow
You might as well come out and sell us your story
You’ll be painted much better tomorrow

Scoop

Our lives depend on your mistakes and indiscretions
All we care about is making a buck
We take the juicy bits and print them in a cover page expose
When it comes to your feelings we just don’t give a fxxx
We make a profit from destroying your career and reputation
And we’re always after allegations and sleaze
If there’s none to hand, we’ll just make up a story
That’ll drag you to your knees

Scoop

You try to pass the window with an air of easy confidence
To us, it looks as if you’re tired of the strain
It can’t be easy being hounded as your life falls down around you
So please open the door and do some interviews again
We don’t mind the cold, the rain, the fact that we’re destroying you
Nobody ever said that freedom ever came free
And if you give us an exclusive, we can piss off with the profits, and we’ll finally give you what you want…
We’ll set you free.
(For now)

Scoop
What a scoop

Scoop

Brought up to worship and love my brother
But nothing is sacred anymore
Now my brother and I have only blood in common
As we fight for the rights that never mattered before
Doctrine tells us not to go this far
But if I stopped now, I’d be heretic and foe
My brother is dead - I saw the error of his ways
And I saved him from himself, but no-one can ever know

Never felt as I punctured his lung
Looked deep in his eyes and knew he’d do it to me
Twisted the knife - it comes as natural as breathing
So far up the road, beyond the blood I can’t see
Safe in the knowledge that I did it for God
Will my people ever be free to go back
To the land of the strangers - my brothers - invaders?
The Book says to kill for our rights and there’s no going back

A war in time saves nine
Where strong men lead, the weak will follow
Judas was my twin
The false prophet still rings hollow
Act on higher commands
The sheep may graze but not in my fields
If I ever falter
The Lord will see and lend a hand

I wish he did (*2)
I’m faltering…I’m weak…I want to stop
Oh God, I want it all to stop

See the blood, blink and die in the deluge
This life only ever gets harder
Stop for a minute and you’ll never begin it
Ride the tide and join me...

THE HOLYLANDS


About Me

Bio

Multiple award-winning writer and journalist, and a lifelong fan of heavy music

CV/History

22 years as a writer in various professional disciplines, plus 32 years spent dissecting (and attempting to improve on) the lyrics of bands from 3 Colours Red to Yellowcard

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