Testo di Century

Everybody's here puke stinks like beer this could be a city this could be a graveyard you stole my idea you stole my idea everybody's anxious for the coming of the crisis the collapse of the justice I can smell your armpits you stole my idea you stole my idea you stole my idea this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here come on, come on, come on let's lay waste to this century come on, come on, come on return to nothing, and help me everybody's anxious the crowd is all around us the followers of Aldous are spinning with their mescaline a man behind the altar screams you stole my idea you were my idea! on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips dangled with tongue 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