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Before The Lobotomy

Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where’s my family from

Singing
I heard them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams

Dying
Everyone’s reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline

Laughter
There’s no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground

Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Sing my love a lost memory
From the end of the century

Well, It’s enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
When the sky is falling down
It burned your dreams into the ground

Christian’s lesson is what he’s been sold
We are normal and selfcontrolled
Remember to learn to forget
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes

Well i’m not stoned
I’m just fucked up
I got so high I can’t stand up
I’m not cursed ‘Cause i’ve been blessed
I’m not in love ‘Cause i’m a mess

Like refugees
We’re lost un refugees
Like refugees
We’re lost un refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from

Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where’s my family from

Singing
I heard them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams

Dying
Everyone’s reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline

Laughter
There’s no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground

21st Century Breakdown

Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind
to the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Combination is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
Homeland security could kill us all

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind
to the 20th century deadline

We are the cries of the class of ‘13
Born in the year of humility
we are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969

My name is ‘No one’ your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the barnyards of heroes and cons
Left me for dead or alive

There is a war that’s inside my head
That questions the results and lies
I’m breaking my back till I’m better off dead
We are not payed enough to survive

I am an engine, a worker, a pawn
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands and a means to an end
It’s all that I have to show

I’m taking a loan on my sanity
For the redemption of my soul
well I am exempt from this tragedy
And the 21st century fall

I praise liberty, the freedom to obey
It’s a song that strangles me
Well don’t cross the line

Oh, dream, America dream
I can’t even sleep
from rainstorms till dawn
Oh, scream, America scream
Believe what you see
from heroes and cons

Horseshoes And Handgrenades

I’m not fucking around

I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I’ve think we’ve got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well,you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down

Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

I’m gonna burn it all down
I’m gonna rip it out
Well,everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now
So don’t you fuck me around
Because I’ll shoot you down
I’m gonna drink,fight and fuck
And pushing my luck
All the time now

Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

Demolition,self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction
Demolition,self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I’ve think we’ve got a bleeder right now
I’m not fucking around
G-L-O-R-I-A

Restless Heart Syndrome

I’ve got a really bad disease
It’s got me begging
On my hands and knees
Take me to the emergency
‘Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It’s like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
Send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory
I’m elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away

I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure
You’d be surprised what I endure
What makes you feel self-assure?

I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside
The accidents you could find
It’s like some kind of suicide

So what ails you is what impales you
I feel like I’ve been crucified to be satisfied

I’m a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You’re a victim of your symptom
You are your own worst enemy
Know your enemy

I’m elated
Medicated
I am my own worst enemy
So what ails you is what impales you
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy

Viva La Gloria (Little Girl)

Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one little one
The sky is falling
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl little girl
You dirty liar
You’re just a junkie
Preaching to the choir

Runaway
To your lost tranquility
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the dregs of humanity
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the Mascara tears
From your getaway
Your walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy.
Sister of grace.

Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Murder City

Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clocks strikes midnight
In the murder city

I’m wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laugher
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favorite poison

We are the last call
But we’re so pathetic

Christian’s crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We’ve come so far
We’ve been so wasted
It’s written
All over our faces