 |
|
Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down |
|
and hold yourself |
|
Dear god can you climb up that tree |
|
meat in the shape of a 'T' |
|
Dear god the paper says you were the King |
|
in the black limousine |
|
Dear John and all the King's men |
|
can't put you head together again |
|
Before the bullets |
|
before the flies |
|
before authorities take out my eyes |
|
the only smiling are you dolls that I made |
|
but you are plastic and so are your brains |
|
Dear god the sky is as blue |
|
as a gunshot wound |
|
Dear god if you were alive |
|
you know we'd kill you |
|
Before the bullets |
|
before the flies |
|
before authorities take out my eyes |
|
the only smiling are you dolls that I made |
|
but you are plastic and so are your brains |
|
THE LOVE SONG |
|
The bullet: |
|
"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol |
|
should I tell her that I feel this way? |
|
Father told us to be faithful |
|
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol |
|
should I tell her that I feel this way |
|
I've got love songs in my head |
|
that are killing us away" |
|
The Father: |
|
"do you love your |
|
guns?" (yeah) |
|
"god?" |
|
(yeah) |
|
"your government?" |
|
"do you love your |
|
guns?" |
|
(yeah) |
|
"god?" |
|
(yeah) |
|
"your government?" |
|
(fuck yeah) |
|
The bullet: |
|
"She tells me I'm a pretty bullet |
|
I'm gonna be a star someday |
|
Mother says that we should look away |
|
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet |
|
an Imitation Christ |
|
I've got love songs in my head |
|
that are killing us away" |
|
The Father: |
|
"do you love your |
|
guns?" |
|
(yeah) |
|
"god?" |
|
(yeah) |
|
"your government?" |
|
(fuck yeah) |
|
THE FIGHT SONG |
|
Nothing suffocates you more than |
|
the passing of everyday human events |
|
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make |
|
your children breath into survive |
|
But I'm not a slave to a god |
|
that doesn't exist |
|
But I'm not a slave to world |
|
that doesn't give a shit |
|
And when we were good |
|
you just closed you eyes |
|
So when we are bad |
|
we're going to scar your minds |
|
fight, fight, fight, fight |
|
You'll never grow up to be a big- |
|
rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame |
|
They'll just cut our wrists like |
|
cheap coupons and say that death |
|
was on sale today |
|
And when we were good |
|
you just closed you eyes |
|
So when we are bad |
|
we're scar your minds |
|
But I'm not a slave to a god |
|
that doesn't exist |
|
But I'm not a slave to world |
|
that doesn't give a shit |
|
the death of one is a tragedy |
|
the death of one is a tragedy |
|
the death of one is a tragedy |
|
but death of a million is just a statistic |
|
(CHORUS) |
|
fight, fight, fight, fight |
|
DISPOSABLE TEENS |
|
and I'm a black rainbow |
|
and I'm an ape of god |
|
I got a face that's made for doing violence upon |
|
I'm a teen distortion |
|
survived abortion |
|
a rebel from the waist down |
|
I wanna thank you mom |
|
I wanna thank you dad |
|
for bringing this fucking world |
|
to a bitter end |
|
I never really hated a one true god |
|
but the god of the people I hated |
|
you said you wanted evolution |
|
the ape was a great big hit |
|
you say you want a revolution, man |
|
and I say that you're full of shit |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable teens |
|
we're disposable |
|
you said you wanted evolution |
|
the ape was a great big hit |
|
you say you want a revolution, man |
|
and I say that you're full of shit |
|
The more that you fear us |
|
the bigger we get |
|
the more that you fear us |
|
the bigger we get |
|
and don't be surprised, don't be surprised |
|
don't be surprised when we destroy all of it |
|
(CHORUS) |
|
TARGET AUDIENCE (NARCISSUS NARCOSIS) |
|
Am I sorry your sky went black, |
|
put your knives in babies backs? |
|
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too? |
|
But I'm sorry Shakespeare |
|
was your scapegoat |
|
and your apples sticking into my throat |
|
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails |
|
and your crucifixion commercials failed |
|
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous |
|
And I see all the young believers |
|
Your target audience |
|
I see all the old deceivers |
|
we all just sing their song |
|
Am I sorry to be alive |
|
putting my face in the beehive? |
|
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too? |
|
I'm sorry you never check |
|
the bag in my head for a bomb |
|
and my halo was a needle hole |
|
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten |
|
and I made a wish |
|
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous |
|
And I see all the young believers |
|
Your target audience |
|
I see all the old deceivers |
|
we all just sing their song |
|
we all just sing their song |
|
"the valley of death we are free |
|
your father's your prison you see" |
|
And I see all the young believers |
|
Your target audience |
|
I see all the old deceivers |
|
we all just sing their song |
|
you're just a copy of an imitation |
|
"PRESIDENT DEAD" |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
getting high on violence, baby |
|
President Dead is clueless |
|
and he's caught in a headlight, police-stated god |
|
and his skull is stained glass |
|
incubated and jet set |
|
the bitter thinkers buy their tickets |
|
to go find god like a piggy in a fair |
|
and we don't want to live forever |
|
and we know that suffering is so much better |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
getting high on violence, baby |
|
give the bills time to work |
|
we all could be martyred in the |
|
winter of our discontent |
|
(getting high on violence, baby) |
|
every night we are nailed into place and |
|
every night we just can't seem to |
|
ever remember the reason why |
|
(getting high on violence, baby) |
|
and we don't want to live forever |
|
and we know that suffering is so much better |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
this is for the people, they want you |
|
getting high on violence, baby |
|
and we don't want to live forever |
|
and we know that suffering is so much better |
|
IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH
|
|
We have no future |
|
heaven wasn't made for me |
|
we burn ourselves to hell |
|
as fast as it can be |
|
and I wish that I could be a king |
|
then I'd know that I am not alone |
|
Maggots put on shirts |
|
Sell each others shit |
|
sometimes I feel so worthless |
|
sometimes I feel discarded |
|
I wish that I was good enough |
|
then I'd know that I am not alone |
|
Death is policeman |
|
Death is the priest |
|
Death is the stereo |
|
Death is a TV |
|
Death is the Tarot |
|
Death is an angel and |
|
Death is our God |
|
killing us all |
|
she puts the seeds in me |
|
plant this dying tree |
|
she's a burning string |
|
and I'm just the ashes |
|
she put the seeds in me |
|
plant this dying tree |
|
she's a burning string |
|
and I'm just the ashes |
|
CRUCI-FICTION IN SPACE
|
|
this is evolution |
|
the monkey |
|
the man |
|
and then the gun |
|
if Christ was in Texas |
|
the hammer |
|
the sickle |
|
the only son |
|
this is your creation |
|
the atom of Eden |
|
was a bomb |
|
if Jack was the Baptist |
|
we'd drink wine |
|
from the head |
|
this is evolution |
|
the monkey |
|
the man |
|
and then the gun |
|
I am a revolution |
|
pull my knuckles down |
|
if I could |
|
I am a revelation |
|
and I'm nailed |
|
to the Holy Wood |
|
this is evolution |
|
the monkey |
|
the man |
|
and then the gun |
|
we are dead and tomorrow's canceled |
|
because of things we did yesterday |
|
we are dead and tomorrow's canceled |
|
they crucify us in our space |
|
in our space |
|
in our space |
|
this is evolution |
|
the monkey |
|
the man |
|
and then the gun |
|
flies are waiting |
|
A PLACE IN THE DIRT |
|
We are damned and we are dead |
|
all god's children to be sent |
|
to our perfect place in the sun |
|
and in the dirt |
|
There's a windshield in my heart |
|
we are bugs so smeared and scarred |
|
and could you stop the meat from thinking |
|
before I swallow all of it, |
|
could you please? |
|
Put me in the motorcade |
|
put me in the death parade |
|
dress me up and take me |
|
dress me up and make me |
|
your dying god |
|
angels with needles |
|
poked through our eyes |
|
let the ugly light |
|
of the world in |
|
we were no longer blind |
|
we were no longer blind |
|
Put me in the motorcade |
|
put me in the death parade |
|
dress me up and take me |
|
dress me up and make me |
|
your dying god |
|
Now we hold the "ugly head" |
|
the Mary-whore is at the bed |
|
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death |
|
in the sun and in the dirt. |
|
THE NOBODIES |
|
Today I am dirty |
|
I want to be pretty |
|
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt |
|
Today I am dirty |
|
I want to be pretty |
|
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt |
|
We are the nobodies |
|
we wanna be somebodies |
|
when we're dead, |
|
they'll know just who we are |
|
We are the nobodies |
|
we wanna be somebodies |
|
when we're dead, |
|
they'll know just who we are |
|
Yesterday I was dirty |
|
wanted to be pretty |
|
I know now that I'm forever dirt |
|
Yesterday I was dirty |
|
wanted to be pretty |
|
I know now that I'm forever dirt |
|
We are the nobodies |
|
we wanna be somebodies |
|
when we're dead, |
|
they'll know just who we are |
|
We are the nobodies |
|
we wanna be somebodies |
|
when we're dead, |
|
they'll know just who we are |
|
Some children died the other day |
|
we fed machines and then we prayed |
|
puked up and down in morbid faith |
|
you should have seen the ratings that day |
|
THE DEATH SONG |
|
we're on a bullet |
|
and we're headed straight into god |
|
even he'd like to end it too |
|
we take a pill, get a face |
|
buy our ticket |
|
and we hope that heaven's true |
|
I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV |
|
and they know they killed our heroes too |
|
We sing the death song kids |
|
because we've got no future |
|
and we want to be just like you |
|
and we want to be just like you |
|
Let's sing the death song kids |
|
we light a candle on an earth |
|
we made into hell |
|
and pretend that we're in heaven |
|
each time we do we get |
|
the blind man's ticket |
|
and we know that nothing's true |
|
I saw priest kill a cop on the TV |
|
and I know now they're our heroes too |
|
We sing the death song kids |
|
because we've got no future |
|
and we want to be just like you |
|
and we want to be just like you |
|
we write our prayers on a little bomb |
|
kiss it on the face and send it to god |
|
(CHORUS) |
|
We were the world |
|
but we've got no future |
|
and we want to be just like you |
|
we want to be just like you. |
|
THE LAMB OF GOD
|
|
There was Christ in the metal shell |
|
there was blood on the pavement |
|
The camera will make you god |
|
that's how Jack became sainted |
|
If you die when there's no one watching |
|
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten |
|
if they kill you on their TV |
|
you're a martyr and a lamb of god |
|
nothing's going to change |
|
nothing's going to change the world |
|
There was Lennon and a happy gun |
|
There were words on the pavement |
|
we were looking for the lamb of god |
|
we were looking for Mark David |
|
If you die when there's no one watching |
|
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten |
|
if they kill you on their TV |
|
you're a martyr and a lamb of god |
|
Nothing's going to change the world |
|
nothing's going to change |
|
Nothing's going to change the world |
|
nothing's going to change |
|
the world |
|
it took three days for him to die |
|
the born again could buy the serial rights |
|
lamb of god have mercy on us |
|
lamb of god won't you grant us |
|
Nothing's going to change the world |
|
nothing's going to change |
|
Nothing's going to change the world |
|
nothing's going to change |
|
the world |
|
If you die when there's no one watching |
|
and your ratings drop and you're forgotten |
|
if they kill you on their TV |
|
you're a martyr and a lamb of god |
|
nothing's going to change the world |
|
BORN AGAIN |
|
Do you or don't you want this to be your song? |
|
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along. |
|
This art is weak |
|
in its pretty frame |
|
and I am a monkey with |
|
a misspelled name |
|
"I'll put down you disco |
|
and take you heart away. |
|
I'll put down you disco |
|
and take your heart away" |
|
I am born again |
|
I'm someone else |
|
I'm someone new |
|
I'm someone stupid just like you |
|
I'm someone else |
|
I'm someone new |
|
I'm someone stupid just like you |
|
do you or don't you want to take this hit? |
|
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it." |
|
"I'll put down you disco |
|
and take you heart away. |
|
I'll put down you disco |
|
and take your heart away" |
|
I am born again |
|
I'm someone else |
|
I'm someone new |
|
I'm someone stupid just like you |
|
I'm someone else |
|
I'm someone new |
|
I'm someone stupid just like you |
|
the valley of the dolls is |
|
the valley of the dead |
|
the valley of the dolls is |
|
the valley of the dead |
|
(CHORUS) |
|
I am born again |
|
BURNING FLAG |
|
They want to sell it out |
|
but it up |
|
dumb it down |
|
a good god is hard to find |
|
I'll join the crowd that |
|
wants to see me dead |
|
right now I feel I belong |
|
for the first time |
|
multiply your death |
|
divide by sex |
|
add up the violence and |
|
what do you get? |
|
We are all just stars and we're waiting |
|
we are all just scarred and we're hating |
|
we are all just stars on your burning flag |
|
you can point your gun at me |
|
and hope it will go away |
|
if god was alive, |
|
he would hate you anyway |
|
my right wing is flapping |
|
the left one is gray |
|
let's hear it for the kids but |
|
nothing they say |
|
they gyrate and G-rate |
|
on Election Day |
|
we got out ABC's and our F U C K |
|
multiply your death |
|
divide by sex |
|
add up the violence and |
|
what do you get? |
|
We are all just stars and we're waiting |
|
we are all just scarred and we're hating |
|
we are all just stars on your burning flag |
|
you can point your gun at me |
|
and hope it will go away |
|
but if god was alive, |
|
he would hate you anyway |
|
COMA BLACK |
|
a) EDEN EYE |
|
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies |
|
I didn't know what love was on that day |
|
my heart's a tiny bloodclot |
|
I picked at it |
|
it never heals it never goes away |
|
I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye |
|
we were too dumb to run too dead to die |
|
This was never my world |
|
you took the angel away |
|
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay |
|
This was never my world |
|
you took the angel away |
|
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay |
|
I would have told her then |
|
she was the only thing |
|
that I could love in this dying world |
|
but the simple word "love" itself |
|
already died and went away |
|
This was never my world |
|
you took the angel away |
|
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay |
|
This was never my world |
|
you took the angel away |
|
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay |
|
I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye |
|
we were too dumb to run too dead to die |
|
b) APPLE OF DISCORD |
|
Her heart's bloodstained egg |
|
we didn't handle with care |
|
it's broken and bleeding |
|
and we can never repair |
|
VALENTINE'S DAY |
|
She was the color of TV |
|
her mouth curled under like a metal snake |
|
although Holy Wood was sad |
|
they'd remember this as Valentine's day |
|
flies are waiting |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
slit our wrists and send us to heaven |
|
the first flower after the flood |
|
I saw that pregnant girl today |
|
she didn't know that it was dead inside |
|
even though it was alive |
|
some of us are really born to die |
|
flies are waiting |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
slit our wrists and send us to heaven |
|
the first flower after the flood |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death |
|
THE FALL OF ADAM |
|
The Abraham Lincoln town cars |
|
arrive to dispose of our king and queen |
|
they orchestrated dramatic new scenes |
|
for Celebritarian needs |
|
When one world ends |
|
something else begins |
|
but without a scream |
|
just a whisper because we |
|
just start it over again |
|
KING KILL 33° |
|
Is this what you wanted? |
|
This is what you get. |
|
Turned all your lives into this shit. |
|
You never accepted or treated me fair |
|
blame me for what I believe |
|
and I wear. |
|
You fucked yourselves and you |
|
raised these sheep |
|
the blue and the withered seeds |
|
you will reap. |
|
You never gave me a chance to be me |
|
Or even a fucking chance just to be. |
|
But I have to show you that |
|
you played a role |
|
and I will destroy you with one simple hole. |
|
The world that hates me has taken its toll |
|
but now I have finally taken control. |
|
You wanted so bad to make me this thing |
|
and I want you now to just kill the king |
|
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry |
|
this is what you deserve |
|
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry |
|
this is what you deserve |
|
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry |
|
this is what you deserve |
|
King Kill 33 |
|
King Kill 33 |
|
King Kill 33 |
|
King Kill 33 |
|
COUNT TO 6 AND DIe
|
|
(THE VACUUM OF INFINITE SPACE ENCOMPASSING) |
|
She's got her eyes open wide |
|
she's got the dirt and spit of the world |
|
her mouth on the metal |
|
the lips of a scared little girl |
|
I've got an angel in the lobby |
|
he's waiting to put me in line |
|
I won't ask forgiveness |
|
my faith has gone dry |
|
She's got her Christian prescriptures |
|
and death has crawled in her ear |
|
like elevator music of songs |
|
that she shouldn't hear |
|
and it spins around 1...2...3 |
|
and we all lay down 4...5...6 |
|
some do it fast |
|
some do it better in smaller amounts |
|
and it spins around 1...2...3 |
|
and we all lay down 4...5...6 |
|
some do it fast |
|
some do it better in smaller amounts |
|
lyrics |
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Fly to themes |
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