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Every Good Boy Deserves Failure

by The Kitchen Sink Drama

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    Debut album from Belgium-based band The Kitchen Sink Drama
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1.
Idiot 03:37
Maybe I was at the back of the queue When it came to handing out the brains But your Mr Nice Guy act I see right through I only know you’re only bound to bring me pain Don’t call me an idiot Don’t say that I’m dumb I’m not gonna be the one that’s under your thumb You may think that you can pull the wool over my eyes Since I didn’t spot you were a fake Although I may not be the sharpest tool that’s in the box I’ll never ever make the same mistake Don't call me an idiot Don't say that I'm dumb I'm not gonna be the one that's under your thumb Don't call me an idiot Don't say that I'm dumb I'm not gonna be the one that's under your thumb Don't call me an idiot Don't say I'm a fool I'm not gonna be the one that plays by your rules You may think that I'm not fit to lick your boots When it comes to high brow intellect But honey I'm smart enough to know that you won't treat me right And with my heart I should be more select I don't think I'll ever make the top of the class I'll probably never wear a cap and gown But it doesn't take a world class mastermind To figure out you're gonna let me down
2.
Home half an hour early caught you with the babysitter You’ve had your taste of honey, now all I can taste is bitter My knight in shining armour with one too many chinks I’m sick of all the drama, one too many kitchen sinks A sorry picture of domestic bliss Kitchen sink drama How did it ever come to this? Kitchen sink drama Les chocolats se sont fondus Les fleurs sont dans la poubelle Kitchen sink drama The honeymoon was over long before we popped the cork Silence isn’t golden when you’ve lost the will to talk The chocolates have all melted and the flowers are in the bin It’s a sticky situation and nobody’s gonna win A sorry picture of domestic bliss Kitchen sink drama How did it ever come to this? Kitchen sink drama You threw it all away for half an hour getting your kicks A hopeless status quo not even therapy can fix Can’t make a silk purse from the ear of a sow I’d rather go our separate ways, I’m nobody’s poor cow A sorry picture of domestic bliss Kitchen sink drama How did it ever come to this? Kitchen sink drama The crockery lies broken and voices are being raised My eyes are swollen and you’ve left a handprint on my face The room is getting darker, it’s fifty shades of grim I should have worn my armour, feels just like I’ve lost a limb
3.
Axelle 03:40
Axelle, you took the world by storm A journalist’s wet dream Say cheese, look straight into the camera Let’s take one for the team You tick the boxes on every level All the ingredients for the perfect red devil Axelle We think you’re swell, Axelle Axelle We think you’re swell, Axelle Maybe we’re just massaging your ego Our media princess The talk of the town in Rio de Janeiro Candy for the lens Axelle We think you’re swell, Axelle Axelle We think you’re swell, Axelle Trailing at half time It could have been tragic Penalty shootout Your smile it worked like magic Axelle We think you’re swell, Axelle Axelle Your name doesn’t ring a bell
4.
Superboy 04:08
Any kind of weather, not a hair out of place The right amount of stubble on your pretty boy face You could be a model for Calvin Klein You know everything there is to know about wine Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Mummy’s little bundle of joy Why do you have to act so coy? Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy 140 IQ and you’re good with your hands You hang out with hipsters and all the best bands You’re the perfect advert for a diet of beer Snowboarding, bungee jumping, no sense of fear Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy You think you’re so nice You wouldn’t even look at me twice Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Winning sense of humour and hilarious jokes You know where to score the finest quality coke You throw the coolest parties in your loft with a view I’ve never met a guy as fucking perfect as you Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy I don’t understand the hype You’re really not my type Superboy, Superboy, Superboy Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
5.
After Hours 05:05
It’s after hours Just heard the clock strike five An almost empty office block Practically no sign of life An inappropriate hemline Mentally undressed Way too close for comfort I don’t think he’s gonna pass this test Patience is a virtue But she for one can’t wait Pretending to be helpless And hoping that he’ll take the bait She lingers in the cloakroom When she should be going home Indecent sighs and longing eyes Finally got him on his own Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on But she’s breaking all the rules If she’s not careful she’ll be gone Savouring the feeling That’s creeping through his bones Split second glimpse of stockinged thigh His pulse is hitting danger zone His breathing’s getting heavy She licks her bottom lip Attempting to resist her charms Whilst toying with a paper clip Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on But she’s breaking all the rules If she’s not careful she’ll be gone Mouth watering forbidden fruit Offered on a plate He’s sliding down her zipper A task he just can’t delegate Steps up the flirtation He’s powerless to resist Just a few hours’ overtime And she can cross him off her list Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on But they’re breaking all the rules If they’re not careful they’ll be gone
6.
Would it make a difference? Do you think you could ever care? Could I win you over if I acted more like her? I could ditch the glasses Take elocution classes I could cut down on the booze and learn to mind my ps and qs What will it take? What will it take? What will it take for you to give me a break? Is it worth the effort? Can this leopard change its spots? Or is it just a question of more grooming and Botox? How about a haircut? Would you like me to call you Sir? Should get me a designer wardrobe and upgrade my underwear? What will it take? What will it take? What will it take for you to give me a break?
7.
Auf Wiedersehen, arriverderci Don’t forget your coat It’s gonna take more than one sailor to keep this ship afloat See you later alligator You’ve heard it all before How many more thousand times can I show you the door? I don’t know why You refuse to say goodbye When I treat you so unkind I guess you just don’t mind You can be my boomerang I think you’ve got the knack I’ve thrown you away so many times You just keep coming back You just keep coming back Once bitten, forever smitten You’re a hard core masochist When will I get through to you that for me you don’t exist? Your own worst enemy Head’s buried in the sand Just what part of see you later don’t you understand? I don’t know why You refuse to say goodbye When I treat you so unkind I guess you just don’t mind You can be my boomerang I think you’ve got the knack I’ve thrown you away so many times You just keep coming back You just keep coming back Let’s dispense with subtleties A two-fingered salute It couldn’t be more plain to see that I’m giving you the boot I don’t know why You refuse to say goodbye When I treat you so unkind I guess you just don’t mind You can be my boomerang I think you’ve got the knack You can be my boomerang Now I think I’ll take you back
8.
Social suicide doll has no friends They say she’s slept with half her year She’ll never make head girl Because she smokes the wrong gear Now no one will go near her She’s desperate to fit in Social suicide doll pierced her nose And I heard she got a new tattoo But she did it on the cheap It was a nasty colour blue She just hasn’t got a clue But she’s desperate to fit in Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll And she tries to wrap you ‘round her finger Dying to persuade you to be her best friend And she lies, pretending to be someone else Dying to persuade you to be her best friend And she tries And she lies Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll Social suicide doll, what a drag She tried ever trick in the book But she’ll never ever be popular She just hasn’t got the look And she doesn’t give a fuck Whether she fits in Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll Woah woah woah woah woah Don’t commit social suicide doll
9.
Wi-Fi Baby 04:36
I’m living in a modern time I’m drowning in technology I’m living in a modern time Big brother’s watching over me I’m living with a modern guy He’s generated, pixelated I’m living with a modern guy And someday soon he’ll pull the plug on me My Wi-Fi baby He loves me virtually My Wi-Fi baby He loves me with hands free My Wi-Fi baby I love the way he makes me feel And he’ll always be so real to me I’m living with a modern guy My cyber toy, digital joy I’m living with a modern guy Sexual tension in three dimension In love with a modern guy He makes me feel alive from my hard drive In love with a modern guy With just one click we could be history My Wi-Fi baby He loves me virtually My Wi-Fi baby He loves me with hands free My Wi-Fi baby I love the way he makes me feel And he’ll always be so real to me I love the way he makes me feel Don’t even care that he’s not real My cyber toy, he brings me joy I’ll always love my Wi-Fi boy I love the way he makes me feel Don’t even care that he’s not real My cyber toy, he brings me joy I’ll always love my Wi-Fi baby
10.
Down for the count and I’ve thrown in the towel I’m down for the count, didn’t make it through round three This time you well and truly worked your magic But I’m not ready to give up on you and me I thought you said you weren’t going to fight dirty But you left me feeling broken, black and blue And when my heart was about to melt, you hit me below the belt And now you put the boot in through and through I know I’m no Rocky Balboa So I pray that you won’t sink any lower Clinging for dear life onto the ropes Willing you to offer me a hand of hope The only thing that I’m kissing is the canvas And the only thing that can save me is the bell I thought I was your million dollar baby But you sent me spiralling into hell I know I’m no Rocky Balboa So I pray that you won’t sink any lower Clinging for dear life onto the ropes Clinging for dear life onto the ropes Willing you to offer me a hand of hope Down for the count and you think that it’s all over I’m down for the count while you’re strutting ‘round the ring And one thing you can’t disguise, you’ve got your eye on the prize But I didn’t hear the fat lady sing

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released October 12, 2016

All Songs: Music by Calogero Marotta & Lyrics by Claire Wilcock
Recorded at Donkeys & Cats Studio
Additional recordings at Koko studio
Drums recorded & played by Patrick Schouters
Mixed by Laurent "Roo"even at Koko Studio
produced by The Kitchen Sink Drama
Mastered by Pieter De Wagter at Equus

Thanks to: Sandra Clément, Raphaël Grignet, Sergio Taronna & Muriel Thies

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