| Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| Drop the needle when the tape deck blows | |
| I held you close as we both shook | |
| You don't believe in God, I don't believe in luck, they don't believe in us | |
| Break the walls of cryogenic slime | |
| Another dollar's just another blow | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, truth is now acceptable | |
| Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun | |
| There's no way I'm kissing that guy | |
| I live my life to destroy your world | |
| We'll make em pay for the things that they did | |
| Don't stop if I fall and don't look back | |
| Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy | |
| Can you hear me cry out to you? | |
| Give a cheer for all the broken | |
| I am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer | |
| Here's my resegnation, I'll serve it in drag | |
| We'll meet again when both our cars collide | |
| We've only got one chance to put things at an end | |
| Now here comes Romeo moanin' | |
| Bad news from the Zones, tumbleweeds... | |
| Every second that you take to fake your life | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun | |
| Wipe away those tears of blood again | |
| It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun | |
| Pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall | |
| Gaze into her killing jar | |
| I spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree | |
| I’m drowning innocent wolves, I'm dressin' up like a cat | |
| He's not around, he's always looking at men | |
| You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe | |
| Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny | |
| Blow a kiss at the methane skies | |
| Let's blow a hole in this town | |
| They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost | |
| For all the wounds that are never gonna scar me | |
| Covered in ash, covered in glass, covered in all my friends | |
| A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full | |
| Just give us war-worn lipstick by the door if I inflame | |
| Yeah I drink juice when I'm killing cause it's f*cking delicious | |
| This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough | |
| On my authority crash and burn, young and loaded | |
| I was killing before killing was cool | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| Bury me in all my favorite colors | |
| I've been a bad motherf*cker | |
| I would even wait all night or until my heart explodes | |
| You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun? | |
| Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood | |
| Spend the rest of your days rockin' out just for the dead | |
| Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete? | |
| We can wash down this engagement ring with poison and kerosene | |
| And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall on your tongue like pixie dust | |
| Not a victim of a victim’s life | |
| Now you've got maybe just two weeks to live | |
| They only care if you can bleed | |
| Through fortune and flame we fall | |
| The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so | |
| They're gonna medicate your lives | |
| The beauty that I'm faking lets me live my life like this | |
| Hallelujah, lock and load | |
| Would anything matter if you're already dead? | |
| Someone buy me roses and someone burned the church | |
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