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The Fall/Reload (1995)
1995
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Take this invitation
Bishop's queen to pawn
All of us were taken
All that was is gone

Of this information
Shames us one and all
Where's my compensation?
Watching others fall

Welcome to the fall
Everything is useless
Nothing works at all
Nothing ever matters

Welcome to the fall
Welcome to the fall
Welcome to the fall
Welcome to the fall

. . .


(Three... two... one... roll five.)

You got something to say
You better jump in my face
Got something to hide
You're scared as shit and should die

Aim
Aim
Reload

You say it's time to collect
I'll kick your ass and eject
Time to settle the score
Throw your ass through the door

Aim
Aim
Reload

You wanna lie like a dog
You're gonna wake up with fleas
Inside a world full of shit
You're still an asshole to me

Aim
Aim
Reload

. . .


Police
Call the police officers
Freeze!

That clown they dress up
That clown they dress up

Hold it
Move, right there.
You, Get up! Get up! Get up!
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself, God Dammit!
I said move, Freeze! Freeze and hold it
Put 'em down or I'll blow his damn brains out
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself, God Dammit!
I said move, Freeze! Freeze and hold it
I hear rape.
Get up!
Get everyone on the floor
Up against the wall God Dammit, all of you
Come on move!
Put your hands on top of your head
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself
Hold it, over there
Move, move, right there. There's good
You, Get up, Get up! Get up!
Hold it
Move, right there.
You, Get up, Get up! Get up!
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself, God Dammit!
I said move, Freeze!

Hey, check this out
Hello lover, you wanna go out?
Straight from the booker
Sounds like a hit
The bitch is nuts, man, she was smoking that angel dust, ya dig?
? street pigs
That clown they dress up as a cop,
what do ya think of that son of a bitch, heh?
Your gangs, whinos, junkies!
Pigs, fuckers, maniacs
The neighborhood is going to be full of stars with all these
TV cameras around
I ain't afraid of all them fuckin' skulls and alters and shit
(Static)...live here from the pentagon tonight...(static)

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