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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riskee & The Ridicule
Riskee & The Ridicule
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Picking
Scott Picking
Songwriter
Jordan Lee Mann
Jordan Lee Mann
Songwriter
James Peter Aglony
James Peter Aglony
Songwriter
Matthew David Wood
Matthew David Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oz Craggs
Oz Craggs
Producer

Lyrics

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
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?
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?
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
Written by: James Peter Aglony, Jordan Lee Mann, Matthew David Wood, Scott Picking
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