Worlds Apart – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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Random lost souls have asked me, “What’s the future of rock ‘n’ roll?” I say, “I don’t know, does it matter?” This and that scene, they sound all the same to me Neither much worse nor much better
We’re so fucked these days, we don’t know who to hate or who to praise Consider that suffering and pain When we’re so privileged, a fact, we forget about as We go whinging all over the place
How they laughed as we shovelled the ashes Wrath hath soured Blood and death, we will pay back the debt Of this candy store of ours
Look at those cunts on MTV with cars, and cribs, and rings, and shit Is that what being a celebrity means? Look, boys and girls, here’s BBC, see corpses, rapes, and amputees What do you think now of the American dream?
And our soccer moms and dads who raised us brats on those TV ads I know that they sleep at night Their conscience is intact, they’ve convinced themselves of that Giving money to Jesus Fucking H. Christ
How they laugh as we shovelled the ashes Of the Twin Towers Blood and death, we will pay back the debt Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours