And all the drugs in the world. Can't save us from ourselves. Victims with the saddest hearts. Passing by the grace of God. There by the grace of God.
How did this town get so old. The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold. Always caught in between. The capital and the 'other' country. Always caught in between.
An old jaded commie walking in Red Square. With rediffusion eyes of yesteryear. I'm the biggest living hypocrite you'll ever see. 'cos the market never lies and your conscience is so clear.
Hello, it's us again. We're still so in love with you. And yes, we mean it too. Yes, we're so in love with you. . Hello, it's us again. You thought you were our friends.
The court has come. The court of the Nations. And into the courtroom will come. The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise.
The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you. . The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you.
There are no sunsets just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies. Black out the words for the blind have eyes.
The gap that grows between our lives. The gap our parents never had. Stop those thoughts control your mind. Replace the things that you despise. Oh you're old I hear you say.
Won't someone give me a gun?. Oh, well it's for my brother. Well he writes the line wrote right down my spine. It says "Oh do you believe in love there?".
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head. A collage constructed and constantly fed. Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain. Look through the window, pissing down with rain.
(Preachers). one two. one two three four. They'd never beat that deeper in. 'Cos I want her and she wants him. Tennessee nights just zip-code love. Take those pills and now she'll dream on.
Your dream can never earn enough.. Ultimate nihilistic love.. . Tennessee nights just zip code love.. Always believe the comfort of strangers.. Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue..
I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth. And take a spray can to my useless vote. I don't like your city Dresden dance. I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck.
(David Lowery/Victor Krummenacher/Chris Nolla/Jonathan Segel/Greg Lisher). Every day, I get up and pray to Jah. And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one.
"Stutter, stutter", says the little boy. I wanna blow a hole in my head. I swear what this world wants to hear. Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome.
I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the air I breathe. Tastes better down there. . I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the scenes are dead. And it's the only place for me.
I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the air I breathe. Tastes better down there. . I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the scenes are dead. And it's the only place for me.
I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the air I breathe. Tastes better down there. . I'm going down to suicide alley. 'cos the scenes are dead. And it's the only place for me.
Let it think the blank. Let me run my fingers down your back. Let's whisper. Let's don't talk. . Baby leave my shirt in the hall. Like a needle find the groove.
Find your faith in your security. . All broken up at seventeen. Jam your brain with broken heroes. Love your masks and adore your failure. We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint.