Welcome to your world of shit
you can't escape you're in the pit
don't buy the paper, don't watch the news
cause in the end it's you that lose
You try so hard to drown the sirens
death and destruction of the world surround you
crying babies, bullet holes, welcome to the barrios
red is the colour of the stain that flows into the global drain
so you push and shove to climb the pile
give half your paycheck to your messiah
oral roberts, kennedy, copeland, fifty grand the gates are open
on your knees you wail and pray, there's no salvation for you today.
prefab homes, prefab street
prefab people are all that I meet
prefab parks, prefab squirrels
all I want for Christmas is a prefab girl
the children lie to each other
pretend they are different from the rest
they all play silly games at night
and go to different homes
and no-one notices
they build two communties an hour
and sell three before they're done
look straight, look right, maintain racial purity
hide behind the curtain of social insecurity.
took me to her parent's later that same week
her old man sat and stared at me, thought I was a geek
she drives me crazy
then I took her to a party and showed her all my friends
that girl she left me for a friend who owned a mercedes benz
she drives me crazy
now I'm all alone and I don't really care
except that there's nobody around to clean up all my underwear
she drives me crazy.
hello, I'm the undertaker
don't say hi, I'll see you later
lying flat on your back
straighten your legs out with a snap
I like death it is fun
so they blew your head off with a gun
I just can't wait to rebuild it
don't worry, you'll never feel it
skinslip is real fun
just like butter on a bun
pull it up, pin it tight
then you're ready to be laid out right
the morgue is in my soul
two homicides we're on a roll
I just can't wait to receive them
to repair the damage that's done to them
why can't you stand and face it, how come you run away?
why don't you think about it, if you don't we'll make you pay?
liar, liar, house on fire
screwed me, fucked me, until the very end
then you wonder why, and you can't comprehend
twisting tales inside your head believing what you say
hoping that we'll believe you, living it for one more day
then your lies catch up to you, don't matter why you say
hoping that we'll believe you, pushing it for one more day
terrorist attack, he's got a gun/bomb
terrorist attack, he's having fun
terrorist attack, he's got a gun/bomb
he comes from a country with many problems
wants to spill his blood on the rest of the world
thinks he has the right to end our lives
he pretends we haven't heard his cries
he is in pain and wants to inflict pain on the rest of the world
takes his flight from east to west
how can we stop this terrorist
you find them in the freezer, the ally, or the trash
all bagged up in pieces or head completely bashed
these people live beside you, across and down the street
to them it's their little game, they think it's kind of neat
where do these fuckheads come from?
they take small children's lives
what drives them to this madness?
they terrorize young minds
you're so hot, you're so rock
that mic is just an extension of your cock
you're so hot, you're so rock
does it really matter if she is fourteen or not?
big rock star
screaming fans, grabbing hands
backstage passes for your fans
can't wait until this gig is done
and then we'll head backstage for some fun
cameras flash and the fans they scream
careful now, don't wreck their dream
you disillusion and destroy these girls
you treat as simple toys
kicked in the nuts, got any guts?
lying in the hospital, could not be mistaken
lying on my back, the stitches won't stop aching
plus oozing from the wound, half a nut was missing
then I found out who the fucker was
he still didn't have the balls to see he was mistaken
came around a couple times, wouldn't look me in the eyes
went to a party and he tried to call it lies
Maladjusted to society
everyones looking for notoriety
can't grasp the meaning of the word sobriety
just want to make it into high society
who sets the standards for the norm?
who says I'm always fucking wrong?
who says I can't stand above the rest?
let's put society to the test
we can be the calm before the storm
we can tell those assholes who is wrong
we can be the ones who stand above their best
that's why we're different from the rest
we can pull the wall down before their eyes
we can rob those fuckholes of their prize
we can be the ones to rise above the bets
let's put society to the test
assholes driving in their cars
thinking that they're superstars
wrap your ass in fibreglass
we can't wait until you crash
flying down the 401, speedometer reads 201
careening down the road as if it were your own
so fucking excited you blow your load
you were going too fast
I hope you felt the crash
big heavy foot stuck on the gas
who's going to take him to the funeral home
patios and beer all summer long
all I want to do is drink my face off
hanging out on patios all summer long
drinkin' tons of beer in the warm sunshine
watchin' all the people crusin' on by
I think I'll move south and do it all year
hard days work in the old coal mine
the patio is open lets go for a beer
sitting outside with a cold frosty pint
dreadin' the writer, that's coming next year
now one night you're stalking alone and you don't notice anything
then all of a sudden from out of nowhere
comes the shots you never hear
lying bleeding on your back
you look like shit and you feel like hell
because he waited until he saw the whites of your eyes
then he shot, shot, shot
we've got the big city blues
it's not for me and it's not for you
big city blues
murder and rape, mugging and theft
smoke in the air, shit in the water
pushers on the corner, vandals next door
these are the things that piss me off
ritual killing of large mammals
get a stadium in spain, fill it with a crowd
where killing a drugged and beaten bull is very much allowed
a matador in a funny suit, he stabs him until his death
this is my last vision as I reach my final breath
drunk American comes up north, .22 caliber gun
kills a young defenceless deer and tries to call it fun
than he cuts his head off and pins it on his wall
try and cut my head off, if you've got any fucking balls!
why?
you can take them as a puppy or free them from a cage
treat them as an equal and always be with them
look after and love your mutt in each and everyway
don't leave them in the garage at the end of every day
they leave them in the backyard or in some shitty pen
they take them out at night as seldom as they can
kick, punch and slap them too many times each day
that dog will fucking kill you some long awaited day
we're sick, sick of it all
we're sick, sick of the lies
we're sick, sick of this shit
they'll stab you in the back when you are down
they'll fuck your wife when you're out of town
war and hate is the human trait
they're using religion to make it seem right
he raped three women and was out in a year
another sold hash, got locked-up for life
they'll tax you to death to pay for their lies
and they won't take action until you die
what are you going to do?
free trade was a sell-out
and it didn't dent the debt
working for a distinct society
what they really want is notoriety
can't admit that they were wrong
keep dishing out the same old song
the power they had is forever gone
when will you learn that they are wrong
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