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All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
put them to bed
God is on the T.V.
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god
to medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz
dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
put them to bed
God is on the T.V.
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What's lies?
Full moon and thoughts collide
We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes
We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Those aren't tears,
They're just bad bad blood
Just bad bad blood!
What lies?
No big surprise.
We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will conquer us
Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?
We're in denial with bad blood
Chorus:
(wailing sample:
Do you remember the strain?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember who caused all the blame?)
Bad Blood!
(wailing sample:
Do you remember me?
Do you remember us?
Do you surrender your dreams or your trust? )
Bad Blood!
What lies?
He's finally come alive
Out of these mediocre plentiful things all the time
A steady stream of madness
Conscious to a flood
The clock is ticking for Bad Blood
Chorus.
[fade out...]
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Set me free (3x)
Free (2x)
Set me free (3x)
Free (2x)
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I wanna take you on a roller coaster
I wanna tell you that I'm feeling closer
I wanna push it right over the line (2x)
The line that you draw as you draw me near(2x)
I want(5x), I wanna leave you far behind...
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This is dangerous, Open up your head feel shell shock
This is dangerous, I walk through mindfields so watch your head rock
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Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak anmd want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the Back of my
Dragula
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Hey you big star
Tell me when it's over
Hey you big mood
guide me to shelter
cause i'm through
when the two hits the six
and it's summer
could come
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
(the sun)
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
(aside)
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
shove the sun aside
I think god
is moving its tongue
there are no crowds
in the streets
and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool
a device, a savior
see I try to look up at the sky
but my eyes burn
could come
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
(the sun)
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
(aside)
SHOVE IT
SHOVE IT
shove the sun aside
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If you begin to feel overload, you'll begin to feel what we are saying.
If you begin to feel overload, consider your Earth lookinf for you.
Ultrasonic sound (reapeat lots)
Ultrasonic sound comin' out your speaker
There are doors I haven't opened...
And windows I have yet to look through...
Goind forward may not be the answer...
Maybe I should go back
Rhythm is the key as we open up the door... (repeats alot)
Some musical rhythms can mess with your head
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Goin' down now
The mountain screamed three times today
I guess it thought i like to play
How much does one have to pay
To fry a peak and melt away
Launching titan's breath on mine
The sweating measure lands on time
And the old man, down by the river
Well he walks up and he walks on down
To the spaceship that's parked at your doorstep
And it's waiting to take you away now
Goin' down now
Looking for the rat that crowed
He's hooked up down to Mexico
Slap my nerve now, give me more
It's my disaster friend, not yours
And the old man, down by the river
Well he gets up and he walks on down
To the spaceship that's parked at your doorstep
And it's waiting to take you away now
It's down by the river, it's always this way now
It's down by the river, it's always this way now
Goin' down now, goin' down now
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Du
Du hasst
Du hasst mich
Du
Du hasst
Du hasst mich
Du hasst mich
Du hasst mich gefragt
Du hasst mich gefragt
gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet
treu ihr sein fur alle Tage...
nein
Willst du bis zum Tod der Scheide
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen....
nein
English Translation:
You
You hate
You hate me
You
You hate
You hate me
You hate me to say
You hate me to say
You hate me to say
And I did not obey
Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever
Never
Will you 'til death be her rider
Her lover too, to stay inside her
Never
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Come on
Although you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Stanin with the fury that they had in '66
And like E double I'm mad
Standin knee deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I can give you a dose
But it can never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police (What?)
The judges (What?) the Feds (The Feds)
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
Yeah back in this
With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to
Do to wake you up?
To shake you up, to break the structure up?
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin photos
Mad Boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick a move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled scemes on the dream
And put it to an end
You better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they murdered X
Tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
I think I heard a shot
Wake up
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