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Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs
And eternity
The era of static and contraband
That's leading us to the promised land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
They're playing the song of the century
Of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
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Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, the first one to run,
My town was blind by refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
We are the cries of the class of 10
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the barnyards of heroes and cons
Left me for dead or alive
There is the war that's inside my head
That questions the results and lies
While breaking my back 'til I'm damn near well dead
When enough ain't enough to survive
I am an agent, a worker, a pawn
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands are a means to an end
It's all that I have to show
I'm taking a loan on my sanity
For the redemption of my soul
Well, I am exempt from this tragedy
And the 21st century fall
I praise Liberty
The freedom to obey
It's a song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
Oh, dream, America, dream
I can't even see
From rainstorms 'til dawn
Oh, bleed, America, bleed
Believe what you read
From heroes and cons
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Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Violence is an energy
Against the enemy
Violence is an energy
Bringing on the fury
The choir infantry
Revolt against the honor to obey
Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control
Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
The insurgency will rise
When the bloods been sacrificed
Don't be blinded by the lies
In your eyes
Violence is an energy
From here to eternity
Violence is an energy
Silence is the enemy
So gimme gimme revolution
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy
Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control
Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul
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Hey Gloria are you standing close to the edge?
Look out to the setting sun
The brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of the lie
The cracks of my skin can prove
As the years will testify
Say your prayers and light a fire
We’re going to start a war
Your slogans a gun for hire
It’s what we waited for
Hey Gloria, this is why we’re on the edge
The fight or our lives been drawn to this undying love.
Glories, viva la Gloria
You blast your name in graffiti on the walls
Falling through broken glass that’s
Slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd.
Gloria, where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruin
Ashes to ashes of our youth
She smashed her knuckles into winter
As autumn’s wind fades into black
She is the saint on all the sinners
The one that’s fallen through the cracks
So don’t put away your burning light
Gloria, where are you Gloria?
Don’t lose your faith to your lost naiveté
Weather the storm and don’t look back on last November
When your banners were burning down
Gloria, viva la Gloria
Send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted
Bring us the season that we always will remember
don’t let the bonfires go out
So Gloria,
Send out your message of the light that shadows in the night.
Tell me the story of your life
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Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain have washed away
All the scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laugher
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground
Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Sing my love a lost memory
Run the end of the century
Well, it's enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
When the sky is falling down
It burned your dreams into the ground
Christian's lesson is what he's been sold
We are normal and self-controlled
Remember to learn to forget
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes
Well I'm not stoned
I'm just fuck up
I got so high I can't stand up
I'm not cursed 'cause I've been blessed
I'm not in love 'cause I'm a mess
Like refugees
We are lost like refugees
Like refugees
We are lost like refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from
Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain have washed away
All the scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laugher
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground
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I got under the grip
Between the modern hell
I got the rejection letter in the mail and
It was already ripped to shreds.
Seasons in a ruin and
This bitter pill is chased with blood
There’s fire in my veins
And it’s pouring out like a flood
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
This diabolic state is gracing my existence
Like a catastrophic baby
Maybe maybe you’re the chemical reaction
I am the atom bomb
I am the chosen one
Toxin your reservoir
And then return man to ape
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
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I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go though?
Sending all my love to you.
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I’m sending all my love to you.
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I’m sending all my love to you.
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love’s for you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I’m sending all my love to you.
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?
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Raise your hands now to testify
Your confession will be crucified
You’re a sacrificial suicide
Like a dog that’s been sodomized
Stand up! – All the white boys
Sit down! – All the black girls
You’re the soldiers of the new world
Put your faith in a miracle
And it’s non-denominational
Join the choir we will be singing
In the church of wishful thinking
A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics
Oh bless me Lord for I have sinned
It’s been a lifetime since I last confessed
I threw my crutches in “The River
Of a Shadow of Doubt”
And I’ll be dressed in my Sunday best
Say a prayer for the family
Drop a coin for humanity
Ain’t this uniform so flattering?
I never asked you a god damned thing
A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics
Don’t test me
Second guess me
Protest me
You will disappear
I want to know who’s allowed to breed
All the dogs who never learned to read
Missionary politicians
And the cops of a new religion
A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the inside
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Well, I’ve got a fever
A non-believer
I’m in a state of grace
For I am the Caesar
I’m gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
As God is my witness
The infidels are gonna pay
Well, call the assassin
The orgasm
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the girl at the end of the serenade
Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This Beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasite
I am a killjoy from Detroit
I drink from a well of rage
I feed off the weakness with all my love
Call up the captain hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the lover that you were dreaming of
This is a stand off
A Molotov cocktail
On the house
You thought I was a write off
You better think again
Call the peacemaker hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
I’m gonna send you back to the place where it all began
Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This Beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasite
Well now the caretaker’s the undertaker
Now I’m gonna go out and get the peacemaker
This is the neo St. Valentine’s massacre
Well call up the Gaza hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
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She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She’s the last of the American Girls
She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She’s on a hunger strike
For the ones who won’t make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class
She’s a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won’t cooperate
She’s the last of the American Girls
She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the eve of destruction
She’s a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
For the end of Western civilization
She’s an endless war
Like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
In the heart of devastation
She’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American Girls
She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of Westerm civilization
She’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American Girls
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Desperate
But nor hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city
I’m wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favourite poison
We are the last call
And we’re so pathetic
Christian’s crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We’ve come so far,
We’ve been so wasted
It’s written
All over our faces
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Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging
Runaway
From the river to the street
Find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go
Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one
The sky is falling
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir
Runaway
You lost your tranquility
To find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the dregs of humanity
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go
The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
Your walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace
Runaway
From the river to the street
Find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go
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I’ve got a really bad disease
It’s got me begging
On my hands and knees
Take me to the emergency
‘Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It’s like an ulcer bleeding in my brian
Send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory
I’m elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away.
I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure
You’d be surprised why I endure
What makes you feel so self-assured?
I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside the accidents that you could find
It’s like some kind of suicide
So what ails you is what impales you
I feel like I’ve been crucified to be satisfied
I’m a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You’re a victim of your symptom
You are your own worst enemy
Know your enemy.
I’m elated
Medicated
I am my own worst enemy
So what ails you is what impales you
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy
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I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming our
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well, you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down
Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades
I’m gonna burn it all down
I’m gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now
So don’t you fuck me around
Because I’ll shoot you down
I’m gonna drink, fight and fuck
And pushing my luck
All the time now
Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades
Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction
Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age
I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
I’m not fucking around
G-l-o-r-i-a
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Desperate
But nor hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city
I’m wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favourite poison
We are the last call
And we’re so pathetic
Christian’s crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We’ve come so far,
We’ve been so wasted
It’s written
All over our faces
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Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
Billboard on the rise in the dawn’s landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic a’la madness and concrete
Coca cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
You’re squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy?
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
Hey hey it’s the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey hey it’s the static age mellenium
All I want to know
Is a god-damned thing
Not what’s in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What’s the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out “the dawn’s early tonight”
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
The static age
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Do you know what’s worth fighting for,
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn’t pass
Nothing’s ever built to last
You’re in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins.
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
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"Mass Hysteria"
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhoods' a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it’s creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it’s sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class was is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
“It’s just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria”
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
There’s a disturbance on the Oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
They static response is so unclear now
Mayday this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, America is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria
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"Modern World"
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I’m the class of 13
In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul
On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels
Without a common ground
I’m gonna light a fire
Into the underground
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I am a nation
Without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it’s written
I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the “up to date”
And the neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the value of your mind
Is not held in contempt
I can hear the sound of
A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system
That’s falling apart
With money to burn
On a minimum wage
‘Cause I don’t give a shit
About the modern age
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
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I crossed the river
Fell into the sea
Where the non-believers
Go beyond belief
Then I scratched the surface
In the mouth of hell
Running out of service
In the blood I fell
I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight
I’ve been wasted
Pills and alcohol
I’ve been chasing
Down the pool halls
Then I drank the water
From a hurricane
And I set a fire
Just to see the flame
I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight
I crossed the desert
Reaching higher ground
Then I pound the pavement
To take the liars down
But it’s gone forever
But never too late
Where the ever after
Is in the hands of fate
I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight
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Lights out, here comes the night,
As the darkness falls over the light
Lights out, there goes the day
And this fear that comes won't go away
And I'm losing track of time
In the corners of my mind
And I'm living out my private suicide
Lights out (background)
Lights out, I lost myself
In the space between heaven and hell
Lights out, finding my way
Till I waste my time losing the way
And I'm losing track of time
In the corners of my mind
And I'm living out my private suicide
Lights out (background)
Lights out, here comes the night,
As the darkness falls over the light
Lights out, I lost myself
In the space between heaven and hell
And I'm losing track of time
In the corners of my mind
And I'm living out my private suicide
Lights out (background)
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Love conquers every time when two hearts come to collide.
You’re the card in my valentine and the candy hearts in my mind.
And true love is the rule, and you’re nobody’s fool.
The ship’s coming to the light and it was love at first sight.
Baby, baby, you’re the light and the flame burns in my mind’s eye.
When triumph bleeds into bliss, and I knew it from the first kiss.
Tonight, hearts collide. Hearts collide. Hearts collide.
When triumph bleeds into bliss, and I knew it from the first kiss.
Tonight, hearts collide. Hearts collide. Hearts collide.
Tonight, hearts collide. Hearts collide. Hearts collide.
Tonight, hearts collide. Hearts collide. Hearts collide.
Tonight, hearts collide. Hearts collide. Hearts collide.
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