The Watcher

The Watcher. Original song by Joe Farnell. Copyright 2016.

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The Watcher Lyrics

Turnin’ around, spinnin’ in circles
Hard to tell better from worse
Hard to tell anything at all

Watchin’ the Watcher through his gilded cage
Machine guns waitin’ in rage

Children killed for freedom say
It’s easy when you’re not the one who pays
Lives snuffed in the middle of the night
For the elected class to prove they’re right

Watchin’ the Watcher through his gilded cage
Machine guns waitin’ in rage

Blood and liars
Generations on fire
And all of mankind looks away

Turn, turn your heads
Turn your heads and look away

Watchin’ the Watcher through his gilded cage
Machine guns waitin’ in rage

Blood and liars
Generations on fire
And all of mankind looks away

Turnin’ around, spinnin’ in circles
Hard to tell better from worse
Hard to tell anything at all
Hard to tell anything at all
Hard to tell anything at all…

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Subtext


Subtext. Original song by Joe Farnell. Copyright 2017.

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Subtext Lyrics

Distorted, greedy and rude
Broken and blued
Can’t get enough today
Can never be too crude

Lowest of the bottom to the top
It’s just a petty joke
Born in money faked in fame
And everyone here is broke

Subtext and text again
Maybe time to call a friend
Text and text again

Careful when you sleep
For wolves will eat the sheep
There are no lucky stars
So keep your lips tight
No it won’t be alright
Maybe just a little scar
How many more ways must I explain

Subtext and text again
Maybe time to call a friend
Seems the wrong people are locked in the pen

On your knees choking on dirt
But you’ve got your pride
All critical thinkin’ too far gone
To see you’ve been the joy ride
Now lay low and let time pass you by
Just like the poison waves of the tide

Subtext and text again
Maybe time to phone a friend
We’ve all become has-beens
Now text and text again

Bullets Fly


Bullets Fly. Original song by Joe Farnell. Copyright 2017.

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Bullets Fly Lyrics

Bullets fly and babies die
It’s just another day you don’t know
There won’t be no place to hide
There won’t be nowhere for you to go

Cuz’ one day the people gonna come
Maybe already here and they don’t need a gun

Now drink your water
And take your pills
Yeah you never know
What methods they’ll use to kill

Now never say
It wouldn’t happen to you
Things happen to people all around the world
With never a clue

Now let’s hope it’s a bad dream, but you know
So be thankful for all the good things
You may be luckier than you know

And bullets fly and mothers cry
It’s just another day you don’t know
It’s just another day you don’t know

Tired of Winning


Tired of Winning. Original song by Joe Farnell. Copyright 2017.

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Tired of Winning Lyrics

Hello comrades what’d ya say
These are the darkest days
Days before the dawn
Before 45 is gone

Dumb, dumb, dumber and dumb
They elect another rich man’s son
Who’s smarter than you and me?
Well he’s dumber than any stick on a tree
Tell me you got no regrets
You ain’t tired of winning yet

Tweet, tweet, tweetle deet
He’s an evil rotten sack of meat
He’s only a legend in his broken mind
When all is said and done he’ll be doing time

He’s a punk in a suit stealing our loot
He loves his golf and getting Putin off
And he can’t get it up but he loves the pee pee
This is what’s become of the land of the free

Let’s make a bet
You ain’t tired of winning yet
Tell me you got no regrets
You ain’t tired of winning yet
Ain’t you tired of winning yet?

Mad Dog Blues


Mad Dog Blues. Original song by Joe Farnell. Copyright 2017.

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Mad Dog Blues Lyrics

Just another day of the same
Surrounded by the insane
And you got no one but yourself to blame

There’s gotta be a place where you can run away
There’s gotta be somewhere where we can get away

Tired of listening to all the bad news
Longing for days when I could just swim in booze
No, there ain’t no escape from these mad dog blues

There’s gotta be a place where we can run away
There’s gotta be somewhere where we can get away
Somewhere where we can just rest for a day

Just another day of the same
Surrounded by the insane
And you got no one but yourself to blame

Tired of listening to all the bad news
Longing for days when I could just swim in booze
No, there ain’t no escape from these mad dog blues

Yeah, there ain’t no escape from my mad dog blues