Where's my crucifix?
Where are my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy is not enough
Scratch test, credit fraud
This hate is all I've got
Just feed me whiskey and you'll feel me
The time has come
Imagine all the people
Belittled and abused
You want a revolution?
I want the fucking truth!
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of The Real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Hundred dollar bills and quiet little kills
Think you can hold me?
It'll take an army— I'm everywhere!
You press into the flesh
Clichés are beat to death
Is this the best you can come up with?
Feels like despair
I made the news today
Front page, above the fold
You tell me God is dead—
Well, I'll show you Hell is cold!
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of The Real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want...
Until you give me what I want...
Bow your fucking head
Desecrate your dead
Can't you see you're letting all the lies get in?
Close your eyes, for I have fucking sinned
Your talk is doubt
Remember how you wanted to be born again?
Well, you weren't born for this...
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of The Real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want...
You can't stop me now!
You can't stop me now!
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