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Apocalypse When
03:29
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She is the product of a spoiled America
Live large, spend hard, and buy what you’re told.
She swallowed everything her daddy had given her
In one big bite, devoured it whole.
A mind ain’t worth a damn when it’s buried in the sand;
You can’t keep up with the Kardashians.
To covet all that is seen in a glossy magazine
There must be something more…
She knows nothing of history;
Where we’re from, and how it all came to be
Why she’s here is a mystery, but it’s just – too – late – now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts (x 2)
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy.
And through it all, it turned out to be
A lie played out on MTV.
He is the product of a modern dystopia
Work hard/play hard, and sleep when you’re old
Flew to Japan where he bought Ethiopia
A life comes cheap when legally sold.
Sing along with the band when you’re trying to be The Man
You take your share, and get it while you can.
It’s supply and demand, but he’ll never understand
That there is something more…
A work/life balance means shit to me
I’d rather live, ’cos that part is meant to be
We learned nothing from history, and it’s just – too – late – now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts (x 2)
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy.
And with this vow, I pledge to thee
A life of vile complacency.
They’re shallow and awful, deserve one another
They’re breeding and spawning, just like all the others
Now he is a father and she is a mother
It’s just – too – late - now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts (WHOA-OH!) x 4
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy
And now is sprung from between her knees
A screaming ball of obscenity…
The kids of today are the bastards of tomorrow
Had you thought it through, then it wouldn’t follow:
When your pride and joy’s a nightmare to all
Our choice is jump, or die in the fall…
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2. |
Burn It Down
02:09
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Don’t shut your eyes now
You’ll miss it all and I’m taking aim
All this malign and
The ties that bind’ll have to wait
We’re going down in flames today
We can’t turn back through all this rage
I just want a taste of your mouth
Feed your hunger from the inside out
We’re gonna burn it down
Yeah, burn it down
We’re gonna burn it down
For all time
Burn it down
Funny how the dark turned light as soon as you hit me
Take a ride with the indigents in the back seat
Would you jump if you weren’t pushed?
A dark phantom’s following us
Of one mind, in your Depression
Now that we have your attention
Burn it down
For all time
Burn it down
We’re gonna burn it down
Now you’re mine
Burn it down
When you’re run aground
You’ll see me
Burn it down
Now we burn it down
We’re set free
Burn it down
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3. |
Highball the Eyeball
03:56
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What went wrong at the fall of Saigon?
I could taste the gin as she’s fucking my tongue.
First prize: a set of steak knives
She could change your life as she ruined mine…
She depends, I suppose, on your take on perfection
Got one eye running in the other direction
It ends, I suppose, in a fit of perplexion with
One eye running in the other direction, and I…
She is a chorister, with a weak heart
Forces bring them together and tear them apart
Now she’s a barrister, with no heart
Brandishing stanzas and verses which none dare call art…
She said: “Top Gun was aiming to please,
Now be my wingman, and get down on your knees.”
Out for the count with the greatest of ease
I could spit words out like a mouthful of teeth, and I…
She said: “You’ll never want what you can have”;
I said, “Aiming for Cloud Seven isn’t so bad…”
And now that all the gulls have flown south,
I was diving for crumbs with a gun in my mouth…
Arms raised high in a state of attrition, sat
Minnie Mouse on the Warren Commission
Step back, but not for a lack of ambition
Set Mapother IV an impossible mission, as I…
To save the village, destroy the village…
To save the village, destroy the village…
Corral the villagers in a lynch-mob
Set a blaze in the windmill and finish the job
She said: “There’s nothing now; nothing for us”
I said: “Don’t slow me down, I’m approaching the chorus”…
Take a seat next to Harrison Ford
as Adele’s song wins the Academy Award.
Rifle cross-hairs snapping their jaws
Just to hail the new face of American war, where I:
Highball the eyeball…
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4. |
Sulky Can't DJ
01:12
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I don’t drink
I don’t fuck
I can’t DJ, I sulk and I just wanna…
I don’t drink
I don’t fuck
I can’t DJ, I sulk and I just wanna dance
I’ve got no sense of humour
My talent is a rumour
I don’t drink
I don’t fuck
I can’t DJ, I sulk and I just wanna…
I don’t drink
I don’t fuck
I can’t DJ, I sulk and I wear a big hat
It’s violet on the outside
It’s black on the inside
So don’t get on my wrong side
Yeah, don’t get on my wrong side
Play some emo
Play some emo
Play some emo
Clear the floor!
Play some emo
Play some emo
Play some emo
I’m coming through
…Cunt.
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5. |
Global Thermonuclear War
05:09
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