Live - Century |
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Century
Live everybody's here puke stinks like beer this could be a graveyard you stole my idea this could be a city you stole my idea for the coming of the crisis I can smell your armpits everybody's anxious you stole my idea the collapse of the justice you stole my idea you stole my idea this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here let's lay waste to this century come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on return to nothing, and help me everybody's anxious the followers of Aldous are spinning with their mescaline the crowd is all around us you stole my idea a man behind the altar screams you were my idea! dangled with tongue on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips on the edge of a peace that can't stand low and won't stand tall it's amazing what we can do with love with some matches and gasoline, do with love! it's amazing what we can do with love |
