Ashley Cowan - owner, author music, and lyrics, vocals , guitars, arrangement, producer Frank (Shizack) Robinson - Bass guitar Fred E. Jam - Drums, edit, mix/master
Online Music Collaboration
It's an online band type thing. It's my online production studio, where I've produced many tracks with friends from all over the world. It's basically open to the general public.
Lyrics
I’m gonna stab you up you cow, so screamed my femme fatal
Shouting down her mobile phone, a mountain of testosterone and
Burden of my 176, this messiah needs a crucifix
Don’t you stare or don’t you laugh, she’ll carve you up with an Oyster pass
Cos this is the age, this is the age…. of it now
Cos this is the age, this is the age…. of it now
Volatile like glycerine but none of us can intervene
Cos British fag pack policies have eroded all the authorities
Cos she’s young dumb and she don’t care, she put your gran in intensive care
From boredom to brutality, this is the age of fatality
Cos this is the age, this is the age…. of it now
Cos this is the age, this is the age…. of it now
Way to late to eradiate, all we do is procreate
Anger and hostility, while schoolboys die in bakeries
And its eye for eye yeah we’ll do or die, we’ll spin dry out on passers by
From inner city council estates to bus stops we exfoliate…
Anger.
Exfoliate anger.
Exfoliate anger.
Exfoliate anger.
Cos this is the age, this is the age of hostility
Cos this is the age, this is the age of barbarity
Cos this is the age, this is the age of fatality
Cos this is the age, this is the age of insanity
Cos this is the age, this is the age of hostility
Cos this is the age, this is the age of barbarity
Cos this is the age, this is the age of fatality
Cos this is the age, this is the age of insanity
