| Disc 1 : act I Heroes And Cons | ||||||
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Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs and eternity an era of static and contraband that's leading to the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight, Waging a war and losing a fight. They're playing a song of the century Of panic and promise and prosperity Tell us a story into that goodnight Sing us a song for me. |
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| 2. |
| 5:09 |
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Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwell. The last one born, the first one to run. My town was blind from the 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 thirteen. Born in the era of humility. We are the desperate and in the decline. Raised by the bastards of 1969. My name is 'no-one', the long lost son. Born on the 4th of July. Raising the bygones 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 a nation, 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. Praise, Liberty The freedom to obey It's a song that strangles me Well, don't cross the line Oh dream, American dream. I can't leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn. Oh bleed, America bleed. Believe what you read from heroes and cons. |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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Do u know the enemy
do you know ur enemy Well gotta know the enemy Do u know the enemy Do u 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 u know the enemy do you know ur enemy Well gotta know the enemy Do u know the enemy Do u know your enemy Well gotta know the enemy The insurgency will rise When the blood's been sacrificed Don't be blinded by the lies In your eyes sing Violence is an energy From here to eternity Violence is an energy Silence is the enemy So gimme gimme revolution Do u 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 ur 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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| 4. |
| 4:37 |
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Dreaming
I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family’s from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laughter Songs of yesterday now live In the underground Life before the lobotomy Christian sang the eulogy Sign my love a lost memory From 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 (hey) We are normal and self-controlled (hey) Remember to learn to forget (hey) Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes Well I'm not stoned, I'm just fucked up I got so high, I can't stand up Well I'm not cursed 'cause I've been blessed I’m not in love 'cause I’m a mess Like refugees We're lost like refugees Like refugees We're lost like refugees The brutality of reality Is the freedom that keeps me from Dreaming I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laughter Songs of yesterday now live In the underground |
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| 3:07 |
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Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno I got under the grip between this modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail and it was already ripped to shreds Seasons in ruin and this bitter pill is chasing blood There’s fire in my veins and it’s pouring out like a flood, I said, yeah, yeah Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno Oh, little darling, don’t shed no tears Whoa, Christian’s inferno This diabolic state is gracing my existence Like a catastrophic baby, baby 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, and while I’m gone Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be alright, now Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be alright, now Everything’s gonna be alright Whoa, Christian’s inferno, yeah Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s inferno, yeah Whoa, Christian’s inferno Whoa, Christian’s... (fade) |
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| 3:57 |
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I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through? 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 everthing 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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| Disc 1 : act II Charlatans And Saints | ||||||
| 7. |
| 4:35 |
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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!) And the black girls (Stand up!) You’re the soldiers (Sit down!) Of the new world Put your faith in a miracle And it’s non-denominational Join the choir we'll 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 up 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 goddamn 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 the new religion A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the inside, yeah |
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| 3:24 |
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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 Well, 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 Well, I am a killjoy from Detroit I drink from a well of rage I feed off the weakness with all my love Well, call up the captain hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the lover that you were dreaming of Well, this is a stand off, a Molotov Cocktail's on the house You thought I was a write off, you better think again Well, 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 Well, shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, now the caretaker’s the undertaker So 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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| 3:51 |
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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 even of destruction She's a sucker for All the criminals breaking the laws She will come in first For the end of the western civilization She's an endless war Like a hero for the lost cause Like a hurricane In the heart of the 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 western civilization She's a natural disaster She's the last of the American girls |
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| 2:54 |
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Desperate
But not 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 favorite poison We are the last call And we’re so pathetic Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city 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 We are the last call And we’re so pathetic Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the |
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| 4:22 |
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I’ve got a really bad disease
It’s got me begging on my hands and knees So take me to emergency ‘Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the pain away It’s like an ulcer bleeding in my brain So send me to the pharmacy So I can lose my memory I’m elated, medicated Lord knows I've tried to find a way To run away I think they found another cure For broken hearts and feeling insecure You’d be surprised what 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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| Disc 1 : act III Horseshoes And Handgrenades | ||||||
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| 3:14 |
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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 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 handgrenades 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 I'm 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 handgrenades Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate This age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate This age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate This old age I’m not fucking around I think I’m coming out Well, I'm a hater, a traitor In a pair of Chuck Taylor's right now I’m not fucking around G-l-o-r-i-a G-l-o-r-i-a G-l-o-r-i-a G-l-o-r-i-a |
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| 14. |
| 4:17 |
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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 Visions of blasphemy, war and peace Oh, 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 your heart's in a vice Squeezing out your state of mind Are what you own that you cannot buy What a fucking tragedy, strategy Oh, 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 millenium 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 light” The silence of the rotten, forgotten Oh, 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 (woah) I can’t hear a sound on the radio (woah) In stereo in the static age I can’t see a thing in the video (woah) I can’t hear a sound on the radio (woah) In stereo in the static age The static age |
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| 5:21 |
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Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for? Does it take you breath away And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weight out the pride? And you look for a place to hide? Does 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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| 4:36 |
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Well 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 Well I, I just want to see the light And I, I don’t want to lose my sight Well I, I just want to see the light And 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 Well I, I just want to see the light And I, I don’t want to lose my sight Well I, I just want to see the light And I need to know what’s worth the fight Well, 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 Well I, I just want to see the light And I, I don’t want to lose my sight Well I, I just want to see the light And I need to know what’s worth the fight |
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