everybody's here
puke stinks like beer
this could be a graveyard
you stole my idea
this could be a city
you stole my idea
for the coming of the crisis
I can smell your armpits
everybody's anxious
you stole my idea
the collapse of the justice
you stole my idea
you stole my idea
this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here
let's lay waste to this century come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on
return to nothing, and help me everybody's anxious
the followers of Aldous
are spinning with their mescaline
the crowd is all around us
you stole my idea
a man behind the altar screams
you were my idea! dangled with tongue
on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips
on the edge of a peace that can't stand low
and won't stand tall it's amazing what we can do with love
with some matches and gasoline, do with love!
it's amazing what we can do with love.
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