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Body Bag Your Scene (2019)

by RISKEE & THE RIDICULE

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released June 28, 2019

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A unique mix of catchy hooks, harmonies, political punk, grime, spoken word, and heavy yet melodic guitars, all tied together with an energetic live show.

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Track Name: Accelerate
Accelerate

Chorus
Accelerate!
Accelerate! There’s no turning back
Accelerate!
Accelerate! There’s no turning back
Accelerate! A! A!
Accelerate! There’s no turning back
Accelerate!
Accelerate! There’s no turning back

Verse 1
Living the dream and living it large
It only takes one snowflake to start an avalanche
Make sure Skeletor ain’t hiding up in your closet
Waiting to jump out on your reputation and vomit on it
If your mouth’s writing cheques that you can’t deposit
It will all come out in the wash nought point nought profit
Act now, think later in moronic civilisation
They’ll drag the shit out of you like colonic irrigation
We’re British, we don’t celebrate innovation, until everyone gets it then they mimic accreditation
Shout out to all the radio shows that never backed us
They don’t want to give us a voice they want actors
Now we’re coming in from all angles like raptors and you lot can go dildo yourselves with a cactus
They want the perception of Punk without the real ethos
They’d rather a Punk Rock Judas that a Punk Rock Jesus

Chorus

Verse 2
There’s a catchy beat but there’s no weight to what they say
Water music down until thought evaporates
The kids have heard of J Hus but they’ve never heard of Akala?
That’s blasphemy for me, I’m after smarter, faster, harder!
You can come straight to my door. I’ve hands for any heads who want war
We will push this until it breaks. I can only do one thing and that’s accelerate
Now you can not touch us
Track Name: Kaboom!
Kaboom

Chorus
The media is going boom ba ba boom ba boom kaboom, ba ba ba ba boom ba ba boom ba boom KABOOM!
Boom ba ba boom ba boom kaboom, ba ba ba ba boom ba ba boom ba boom KABOOM!
Boom ba ba boom ba boom kaboom, ba ba ba ba boom ba ba boom ba boom KABOOM!
Boom ba ba boom ba boom kaboom, ba ba ba ba boom ba ba boom ba boom KABOOM!
I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, I eye ya, ya ya ya ya ya

Verse 1
You’re plugged right into the system you aux and it’s awks when you talk the politics you endorse
An immovable object, an unstoppable force an impregnable fortress easy access course
Are you the punter or are you the one carrying out the chores? Do you a turn a blind eye to what’s behind the door?
Why should I believe the law for? When the law pledge war for the rich man’s sword?
Bury the poor, churn out the next war. Demonise the victim then do it some more
Rich ventriloquists are moving the middle classes’ jaw. Working class choreography on the shop floor
We attack each other to the sound of their applause because their assets are safe if we’re coming for yours
The mega rich control the press without you knowing. You’re brainwashed - reprogram!

Chorus

Verse 2
Everything I ever wrote, everything I ever did - think of it like it’s sarcastically spit
Who cares if sarcasm is the lowest form of wit? Luckily for me I can also do slapstick
I do serious or is this satire? Humour is subjective I can set your arse on fire
I’ll do it in a clown suit all in the name of banter. I’ll hit you in your funny bone with a fucking sledge hammer
Right, let’s take a look at your back - it’s an area that people either want to watch or stab?
Whatever’s behind you is there for a reason, Guy Fawkes’ rebellion was another man’s treason
Either way, a lot of corruption ended that day. Maybe someone needed to sacrifice their self for change
Are you bad or good? Either way, your C.V’s glowing because you wrote it. All the while...

Chorus

Verse 3
I can see what you’re doing and I don’t like it one bit
My eye sight’s real good, I can watch an atom split. Your origami army are obsessed with making it, but I was never cut out for this cardboard fame shit
You’re just another wanker try’na clamber out the wanker pit. A penis spanker a sperm banker who’s try’na look legit
You make minor moves quick, major moves take time innit? I make every second count every tock every tick
Every slip, every blip I recycle into hits. Hits that hardly anyone’s heard but you’re in the click
I’ve tapped in the underground, now we’re in sync and I’ll make it all count every drop every drip
Track Name: Our Time
Our Time

Chorus
You woke up in our time
You woke up in our day
You woke up in our game
Now it’s too late
You woke up in our time
You woke up in our day
You woke up in our game
Now it’s too late

Verse 1
Are you scared of the working classes?
Well we’re coming for your blood clot arses
Think we don’t matter? You’re a target.
We’re bigger than you think, like a tardis
See right through you like varnish.
So focused I never felt such calmness
All it takes is one voice to start this, let’s voice the voiceless, let’s arm the harmless
Don’t demonise the riot. Tabloid papers?
No, never buy it. Constant injustice breeds violence
Royal wedding? Oh my life it’s distraction, bullshit distraction, bullshit, bullshit, distraction!
Oh I’m a communist because I believe in distributing wealth evenly?

Chorus

Verse 2
What’s good mate? What’s gwaaning? Silence? Oh...charming!
I’m no beg friend I’m just friendly.
You don’t like me? Well, that won’t end me
I know karma will avenge me, my dear Watson that’s elementary
KABOOM! When I enter the room, it’s not terrorism I’m just big on the tune
I do what I want to do and when I wanna do it.
If I don’t wanna play then I’m gonna go truant
Wanna build a snowman? Snowwoman even?
Where’s the snowflakes at when you need them?
Sex, drugs, sausage rolls vegan. So much hype for what you’ve never eaten
Alright?! So much hype for nada, can someone come get their father?

Chorus

Verse 3
Paid our dues, built our crowd. Now our name comes out your mouth
‘Blame Culture’ reflects off of your face, whilst you’re snorting lines off our CD case
Coming down on you like six tonnes of bricks.
From a brick shit house built out in the sticks
You didn’t see it coming but it came and blew up in your face like the wind and the rain
It was a bad day but it went my way.
The universe works in mysterious ways
Karma’s a bitch and she ain’t done yet.
The girl’s gunna murder you bit by bit but that don’t mean shit
Until that coin flips. It weren’t Mrs. White in the hall with the lead pipe.
It was me that night on stage with a mic
Track Name: Body Bag Your Scene
Body Bag Your Scene

Chorus
Body bag! Body bag! We done already body bagged, body bagged your scene
Body bagged! Body bagged! We done already body bagged, body bagged your scene
Body bag! Body bag! We done already body bagged, body bagged your scene
Body bag! Body bag! We done already body bagged, body body bagged your scene

Verse 1
I’ll fucking bury you. Yeah man, I’ll bury you too
I’m gonna bury everybody, body bag in the boot
Juggernaut coming through your body better move
There’s 206 bones in the body to bruise
Chavs barging in all suited and booted. We’ve pissed all over Punk what’s the next genre to ruin?
I’m a liability filled with hostility, weaving in and out of this man made tapestry and I know I’ve only got myself to blame
You know I live it, like, love it but I hate it the same. Ride or die is so hard to maintain, when Punk becomes Pop it becomes a masquerade
Punk bands getting government grants whilst on a major label. Oh well, what’s the major label bringing to the table?
Hmmm, something smells a bit rotten and it ain’t Johnny, fetch the bag for the scene and I’ll go get the bodies!

Chorus

Verse 2
Whether you’re digging our sound or you’re digging us out, after our sets done we’re the ones you’re talking about
We do this for the love, there’s no profit after. It goes studio, crowd funder to your ghetto blaster
That’s why D.I.Y bands disappear faster than the funds to Louise Distras’s fucking Kickstarter
Labels don’t listen to demos, don’t send ’em. They don’t listen to the owner ‘Jesus Christ, Fenton!’
If you generate heat then that will cement them creeping up on you like a fart out of your rectum
Body bag your scene, die whilst smiling. If the deal ain’t right then I am not signing
A man can make a mistake, that don’t define him. How much do you suck up? How much are you whining? How much are you fading? How much are you shining? I don’t run on air anymore I’m running on lightning!
Track Name: Black, White & Grey
Black, White & Grey

Chorus
Black white and grey, they’re the same just different shades
They’re the opposite ends of a stain
They’re example’s a man made grade
They ain’t even colours anyway

They ain’t even colours anyway
They ain’t even colours anyway
They ain’t even colours anyway
They ain’t even colours anyway

Verse 1
My body’s a temple - come and prey, come and prey. Carve me up, then come and baithe. Instant gratification pay and display
Your lovely assets are under my nose like everyday but what do we do now? After everything we’ve done?
History’s heroes were once rebel scum
We’re so dumb. There’re dumbing us down without a qualm. I can’t stop staring at the black mirror inside my palm
Back out, thumb, thumb, thumb, fucking thumb
They got my prints, my deets are up in the system. I always thought I deserve facial recognition but not like this, this is practically a prison!
22% charged I better go and charge it. My ego runs on likes I better go and enlarge it
I wanna see colours but the ads are in the way and they’re just black white, they’re just black white, they’re just...

Chorus

Verse 2
They say we’re black, they say we’re white they say we’re yellow
They say it’s Black or white they say that it’s a grey area. Fuck your colour chart. I won’t measure up. If I do - pigments will fly as the sky erupts
Oink! Oink! Irony, the pigs attacking Lush. Social media smear to sucker the hush
In the ends, the kids still roll with skengs. Whilst a giant orange baby flies above the Thames
The daisy chain, the daisy, daisy, daisy chain. Leave or remain. The media inside your brain. I’m a flame let it rain, let it rain. Put me out I need to be cleansed again
Here I am! Here I, Here I Here I am! Sell me your scam. Every single fucking gram. Straight up the hooter,
gone!
It’s gone away and they’re just black white, they’re just blank white, they’re just black white and grey
Track Name: In The Dark We Dwell
In The Dark We Dwell

Pre-chorus
She sat in her diamond throne whilst claiming poverty
He was from the wrong side of the tracks she said, “boy that don’t bother me
Coz you got it all and I can tell...and in the darkness is where you dwell.”

Chorus
In the dark you dwell!


Verse 1
She had a face like thunder and the thighs to match
Now the weight’s dropping off her and she’s so detached
She’s got a love affair with speed, he’s on smack
I guess they’re right, yeah opposites do attract
He’s far from a hero, she’s far from a heroin
Pick a poison, pick a needle, pick a vein and put the venom in
She pictures his buzz as the opposite of adrenalin
He dabbles in darkness that she has never been in

You carry me more than I carry you

He sold his guitars and fishing rods for tackle
He took 30p for each DVD lugging them home was more hassle
Than it was worth, than what they’re worth, when there’s no worth then everything’s cursed
She waited for him on a single dirty mattress
He knocked on the window, she let him in because that was their practice
He dumped his jacket on the floor, barely looked at the cradle, removed his hat, closed the curtains then chucked the wrap on the table

She said I wanna feel like you do for just one day. He burnt the foil she sucked the biro and drifted away...
She sank in the murky lake whilst craving clarity
Now she’s got tracks all up and down her arms and he’s like, “girl that don’t bother me
Because you got it all and I can tell and now we’re shadows. In the dark we dwell!”
Track Name: Sell Out
Sell Out

Verse 1

Let the towns crumble
Let them old buildings just decay
You won’t see them ever again but you got photos, so that’s okay
Let the pubs close down
Let the new builds take their place
I can’t believe you let the man wash the youth right off your face
They don’t want artists
They don’t want a place where we can think
Because thinking leads to thoughts of revolution and that’s where their ship sinks
The thing about art is we move with all classes and that makes us class less, and that’s far from harmless

Chorus
You fucking sell out
You’re such a sell out
You fucking sell out
I can’t believe you sold out, you sell out
You sell out
You’re such a sell out
You fucking sell out
I can’t believe you sold out

Verse 2
What about you now?
The working mens clubs are shutting down
Where’s your old man gonna go, when your old dear kicks him out?
For the last time, your favourite venues shut its doors
It took Paul McCartney to save The 100 Club ,who’s gonna come save yours?
Where’s the Jolly Sailor? I want another all dayer
I want another weekender but all I see is property and pretenders
Hey big spenders, before your cash agendas passion burnt like embers

Chorus

Bridge
Goodbye
Track Name: Millwall Brick, Glasgow Kiss
Millwall Brick, Glasgow Kiss

Chorus
Like when a Millwall Brick meets a Glasgow Kiss.
Like when a Glasgow Kiss, meets a Millwall Brick
Like when a Millwall Brick meets a Glasgow Kiss.
Like when a Glasgow Kiss, meets a Millwall Brick


Verse 1
They slander you and you keep coming back
You pander to their perpetual attack
You slam the views that you’ve got and they lack
I guess the eyes in the back of your head have got your back
You already know
Like what you gonna give to a weapon that has already blown?
Another bullet? Bro, get to stepping, feeling’s already gone
You wanna do it? Give it a second. The seeds already down. Let them come now
They’re gonna fall down! Like step in to the pit at your own risk
You already know, you fall down you get picked up, you get pulled down you’re not alone
There’s a safe space round here, it’s called the back and sides. Collide like trains or not, decide

Chorus

Verse 2
Step off the tube at Camden - there’s a sea of CDs, in the palms of the hands of 20 road men M.C’s
I don’t want to buy your mixtape, I’m walking...Jeez!.
Which one of youse dropped the best album of 2019?
‘It wasne me’. Well it was fucking one a yis! Disgusting!
Thanks for confronting us, but on a serious note
The longer the note, the more dread
You’re making me walk faster than I normally tread
I can’t knock them hustling, I can’t knock the hustle
You might think them man crazy, but them man ain’t nuts at all
They’ll eat you alive, Hannibal cannibal…”keep the change ya filthy animal!”
This ain’t made for the faint-hearted, this ain’t made for the snakes, mate
You can’t wipe the slate clean if the slate’s caked in hate, mate
I’m a Silverback on steroids, twice the size of Grape Ape and I’ll beat on my chest until the earth shake
Track Name: Sex
SEX

Chorus
Sex - you love it don’t ya?
Sex - you’re such a slut
Sex - why do you bleed? When you ain’t been cut?
Sex - you ain’t had it have ya?
Sex - you ain’t no man
Sex - it’s a one way street and you’ve got it in hand

Verse 1
Be what you want, be any colour of the prism
No not that one, that one ain’t for picking
Yolo. Eat a bag a dicks in the name of feminism
Become a porn star - it’s your body you live in
But you’re selling sex to men, that ain’t part of someone’s vision
Misandry’s cat is misogyny’s kitten
Boys ogle girls, it’s sad - that’s a given
But that chain reacts, making cash out of the smitten
You’re mad if you want someone else’s body hidden
Like it’s not their vessel to show off, it’s your decision?
Lap dancing is filth? Fine, if that’s your position
But if dream boys is just a bit of naughty fun for women, then you’re part of the hypocrisy wheel that’s a’spinning
If your beliefs are locked, then that’s your prison
Don’t make your prison my prison, I’m living
My mind can be changed with the facts that I am given

Chorus

Verse 2
The normalisation of sexual exploitation is an amalgamation of profit, lust and masturbation
Man has capitalised on your rotten perversions. It’s a filth that won’t be washed with softener or detergents Whatever you want instantly, there’s no hope. In just a few clicks you can see tits, dicks or both
Whatever is your bag you slag, it’s your call. Brown hair, green eyes? Babe you can have it all
Long gone are those days of actively outing yourself as some trench coat perv reaching for the top shelf
Long gone are illegal cigarettes, kids vape. Long gone are those days and long gone are those mates
Your mates finding dirty magazines in the woods, just to stare. At least we found the porno mags and not the blokes who left them there!
The world’s a scary place full of sick people. Forget Calpol, euthanasia for real evil
As a good man, it’s hard to just sit on the fence when lacy underwear is used as a lawyers defence
Sex is consent you can’t just take, what lingerie persuaded the fucking rapist to rape?
Ladies and gentlemen, this is what our system is: more time in jail for money laundering then molesting kids
The old times need to go. Take their last breath.
There’s only one thing that sells better than sex and that’s death.
Track Name: Cut Your Teeth
Cut Your Teeth

Chorus
Cut your teeth!
At bare minimum
The writing’s all over the wall but you’re illiterate
Cut your teeth!
You never worked
Noise was built with working hands full of dirt

Verse 1
And my fingernails are filthy.
And my fingernails are filthy.
And my fingernails are filthy, but you’ve just had a manicure
And I’ve got dirt under my nails.
And I’ve got dirt under my nails.
And I’ve got dirt under my nails and you’ve just had a manicure

Chorus

Verse 2
Yeah chew that silver spoon
Yeah chew that silver spoon
Yeah chew that silver spoon. A man’s gotta eat.
And you got it on a plate
And you got it on a plate
And you got it on a plate. A man’s gotta eat!

Chorus

Verse 3
Narcissist, me? What a cheek
It’s completely natural to marvel at your own physique
Trust me, I’ll always try and persuade my cynics
Have a broom handle hanging out your arse like it’s Quidditch
Acid rains upon you because I’m spitting acidic
You’re songs are so dated you wrote them in hieroglyphics
Plagiarism is a microwaveable meal done in minutes
Cook from scratch, Walter White innit?
Track Name: For Old Times' Sake
For Old Times’ Sake

Chorus
For old times sake, play the old songs
It’s been so long you get the words wrong
For old times sake, play the old songs
Just remember the words that we wrote after we’re dead and gone


Verse 1
I compose a master piece to beats of our exploding serotonin
Every emotion played a part in the orchestra of the erosion
I’ll give you everything, but I want one thing in return
I’ll bring the fire, but you’ve gotta light me up then let me burn
Once every combination, every melody, every note has been used
You’ll romanticise of lives that you touched when the old times were new
If our time’s up and we die tonight by the moon
Then I’ll die complete coz I died side by side, next to you

Chorus

Verse 2
We hold back our tears, nursing these beers we don’t cry
We self-medicate, we’re men, we take our own lives
20 years from now in a pub we’ll be writing some wrongs
I’ll look you dead in the eye and say play the old songs
Track Name: D.I.Y.
DIY

Intro
Things are not always how they appear
Like yeah, I’m here but I’m not here, I’m on another stratosphere
Time is fabricated, the sun neither rises nor sets
The Sun stays where it is, we’re on the rock that orbits it
Perception is everything. I awoke one day and said, “nah, not me. I want to see past the blockade.”
Your mind can be your own cage but knowledge is your saviour
but I warn you once you start digging it becomes addictive behaviour
The ramblings of a mad man can sometimes seem strange but, what’s strange?
What he’s saying? Or the perception of what he says?
Terrorist attacks, false flags, where’s ‘lucrative’ on the map?
The term ‘conspiracy’ was coined to add lunacy to fact

Verse 1
We’re like the mob
We make hits and nobody wants to talk about it
All the Punk kids, they live and witness
What the general public seems to miss
This is our house, this is our home
Keep your boots on in our abode
The BBC, they don’t wanna know
So, we’ll scream till our larynx explodes

Chorus
D.I.Y D.I.Y D.I.Y ‘til I die
Or D.I.Y D.I.Y D.I.Y ‘til I sign

Verse 2
Clara Amfo why don’t you play our songs on the radio?
We are the incorruptible, we voice the system don’t want you to show
It’s all good, you know. The cult following is growing, simmering down below
We were never supposed to be mainstream. So I guess we’re D.I.Y
The story goes even after the venues all close.
The BBC they don’t wanna run it. So we’ll ram it down all their damn gullets!

Chorus

Verse 3
I’m an anxious soul, there’s a lot of work that goes into this ensemble
I’m Genghis Khan and I’m Casanova. I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a domino
And I will fall for your snake eyes, that’s just how I roll
I’ll continue to roll with you, you give me sweet F.A but still....
We are just us, we will just be. What’s yours will come eventually
How much you made? If you said it, if you said it then you just don’t get it!