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Greatest Fits (2001)
2001
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3.
4.
5.
So What (live)
6.
7.
8.
Jesus Built My Hotrod
9.
Reload (12)
10.
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13.
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just like another speck of dust that's on the highway of life,
He Screams at anyone who'll listen that the end is in sight,
So then he circles the wagons or he just circles then quits
Cause the Highway could become the final battling pit
So when the company wants, Another problem resolved,
Or if the company wants a choice of nothing at all,
Point your thumb out to the highway through the heat and the dust,
And raise your finger in the middle till you shout:

"What About Us!" x 4

Just like another last call, it means nothing at all,
You either kiss a lot of ass, or tear the clock off the wall,
Another warning ignored another sign of the times,
They say the sky is gonna fall, so why not drink till your blind
So when the company wants another company-man,
Or when the company wants another 1,000 year plan
You'll let your boot go up the road you cannot possibly trust,
Till the screaming hits the ceiling and you ask:

"What About Us?" x5
"What About Us?" x4

Don't follow my path to extinction, if I had a mind I'd leave it alone,
We speak of aliteration, can't even get on medication
Like a journey to the inside of carnal-fiction,
Release yourself where the preditor prays, rewind your mind, freeze your

world apart.

Wage war on the eye which cannot see,
destroy the temple of emptyness,
and what about them in the wake of damnation,
and what about us? Do We come from God?"

just like the old soft shoe or the old song and dance
The only check that's in the mail is prob'ly already cashed
Are you a victim of chance? is this the way to succeed?
or just a crack in the wall of what the people believe,
So when the company wants the final weapon online,
When the company wants to reposess your mind,
You gotta wonder if the fear that we loathe or trust
Would ever waste a precious second trying to answer:

What about us x 6

Do We Come from God?
What about them (echos and fades out)

. . .


Stronger than reason
Stronger than lies
The only truth I know
Is the look in your eyes
... The look in your eyes

Just like a car crash
Just like a knife
My favorite weapon
Is the look in your eyes
You've run out of lies

You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
There's a ton locked in your empty eyes
Get out of my life

I'm chewing on glass
And eating my fingers
I'm not the one
Who's run out of lies
Lies

You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of lies
You've run out of time

Cutting my face
And walking on splinters
I lost my soul
To the look in your eyes
Your eyes

You ran out of lies
You ran out of lies
You ran out of lies
You ran out of time

Stigmata

Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes, yes
Oh, you have empty eyes,
They tell me nothing, nothing but lies, yes
Yes

. . .


Face to face
Blood to blood
The mountain
You tumbled from
And in the land of rape and honey
You pray

Step by step
You climb the mountain
You pray

Fist to fist
Eye to eye
The rulers of the wasteland
And in the land of rape and honey
You pray

Step by step
You climb the mountain
You pray

Head to head
Chest to chest
Which country is the very best?
And in the land of rape and honey
You pray

Step by step
You climb the mountain
You pray

. . .


Thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
Hypocrites and bastards
in laughter (get up!)

(get up! get on your feet!)
Hey thanks for nothing!
Morals in the dust
2-faced bastards and sycophants
No trust


(We are fighting for the liberation of minds, not for the liberation of this pig, and racist society)
Thieves! liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, we don't know
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, we don't know

Your like a great big fucking gun,
Just waiting to get squeezed!

(We're gonna rip this muthafucker off, we're gonna tear this muthafucker down)
(get up!)

(Get up, get on your feet!)
Breathe, forfeit erection!
Toxical injection
Geriatric fuck-fest
We still believe in lies
(I hope they realize that this is their last goddamn chance)
(Kill him!)

Thieves! liar!
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, we don't know
Who started it? who started it?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you don't know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows

Your like a great big hit of acid,
Waiting to be taken!

(Power to the people)
(Police Officer!)
(you will not kill!)
(I want peace)
(do you want peace?)
(I can't hear you!)
(I still can't hear you!)

. . .


Die! Die! Die! Die!
Scum sucking depravity debauched!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage, scourge, supply and sanctify
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!
You said it!
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I'm alive
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!
So what, it's your problem to learn to live with
Destroy us, or make us saints
We don't care, it's not our fault that we were born too late
A screaming headache on the brow of the state
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!

Die!
Now I know what is right
I'll kill them all if I like
I'm a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It's too late and I'm ready to fight!
So what? Now I'm ready to fight!

. . .


All the locals hide their tears of regret
Open fire cos I love you to death
Sky high, with a heartache of stone
You'll never see me cos i'm always alone

How to love without a trace of dissent
I'll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent
Tied high with a broken command
You're all alone to the promised land

I'm in love with this malicious intent
You've been taken but you don't know it yet
What you will know must never live to be found
Cos it's the subject of the eyes of the drowned

. . .


blood keeps drinking away
certain of its destination
driving through new orleans at night
gotta find a destination

just one fix

life keeps slipping away
fighting in a war with damnation
poised, keep cutting away
i'm looking in through to salvation

just one fix

like if i boarded a train
trying to take in another station
join us and the choice will be made
unless we kill the lie as a nation

just one fix

. . .

Jesus Built My Hotrod

[No lyrics]

. . .

Reload

[No lyrics]

. . .


Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
Stay while the night is still ahead
Stay lady stay
Heaven's just fills our head
Whatever colors have you in your mind
I show them all to you and you see them shine
Stay lady stay
Stay with your man a while
Till the break of day
Then you're gonna see him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing he's ever seen
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing over you
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
We're gonna build the whole night ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you all night
Lay lady lay

. . .


Well I just shot a man to death
I've got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I can't stop
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell

Well it's a brutal smell of death

Saw my reflection in a spoon
I had it with my not approved excuse
I've got a supermanic soul

I've pulled the trigger in the record room

I've put a stop to his loony toons
I've put him down in the record room

These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this
Dead!

. . .


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

Do you remember the strain?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember who caused all the blame?

Bad Blood!

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

. . .


I want to reach out and touch the sky.
I want to touch the sun,
But I don't need to fly.
Im gonna climb up every mountain of the moon,
And find a distant man a-waving his spoon.

I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend.
I found the crossing near a golden rainbow's end.
I've been through magic and through life's reality.
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me.

Got no religion, dont need no friends.
Got all I want and I dont need to pretend.
Dont try to reach me, cause I'd tear up your mind,
I've seen the future and I've left it behind.

. . .


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