Could have been both
but it was probably the latter
seems anything with USA
fucks with your blatter.
It doesn't really matter
though there's always
other shows. Let's dance,
put on your red shoes, dance.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Comfort in my thoughts
The strangeness that they bring
Happiness is perfection
Perfection is a dream
I always feel them
Just before they creep in
Their presence,like a long-awaited friend
It's comforting to know the end
Yet I take no comfort in the ending
and with each new life
we'd try to get it right
so they'd know peace
and rest easy at night.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Where are the seekers
Where are the healers
Thought I saw them
On the horizon
But my head is growing heavy
And I can no longer raise it
Please wake me should they get here
Please wake me before I'll wake no more
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
let your head rest
close your eyes
it is only sleep that
seeks you tonight
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Comments
Be my baby
Shake it 'til you drop
Ride the wavey
Til your shoes are hot
Dance
Give it all you got
Dance
Til your nerves are shot
Dance, Dance, Dance
*ah Lemmy*
Dance mutherfucker
Dance
Dance mutherfucker
Dance...
*ah Violent Femmes*
Having a good time
The loser behind me
Couldn't see the show
He thought he had me beat
But security was on my side
Told him to shut the fuck up
I don't need to take a seat!
When the duckets are free
Probably couldn't name two songs
Well maybe three
Goes to a rock show
To sit on one's rump
And not to fucking ROCK
I sat on my ass
I would have had more fun
Farting Boss songs with my gas
Working hard as he can
When you're that man
It hits home, too much to understand
His live show sucked
Might have been an off day
Maybe I just got fucked?
but it was probably the latter
seems anything with USA
fucks with your blatter.
It doesn't really matter
though there's always
other shows. Let's dance,
put on your red shoes, dance.
'Cause I'm on fire
And I'm a rocker
So, Rosalita come stand by my fire
Do you hear the blatter
It is only a splatter
Of what I really have on my platter
And the blabber
And what have 'er
We all are different
With different views
But man
We ca all let loose
On the dance floor
Different faces
Different laguages
Different places
And bear the weater
And revel in their differences
And share their points of view
And we can love
And we can hope
And we can dream
And we can care
The strangeness that they bring
Happiness is perfection
Perfection is a dream
I always feel them
Just before they creep in
Their presence,like a long-awaited friend
It's comforting to know the end
Yet I take no comfort in the ending
Black
Comfort
Cold
Could be light
And in the comfort
Could be new life
we'd try to get it right
so they'd know peace
and rest easy at night.
No one to kill
No one to maim
The whole world was torn apart
And their bodies,
Meerly a work of art
My oh my what to do
Time to start the healing
Time to pull through
Purifying my sins
Day by day I grow weaker and weaker
Each night I have is growing bleaker
Where are the healers
Thought I saw them
On the horizon
But my head is growing heavy
And I can no longer raise it
Please wake me should they get here
Please wake me before I'll wake no more
close your eyes
it is only sleep that
seeks you tonight
I have these dreams
Haunting and familiar
Destruction to a big pig-headed nation
And the wars wage on
And the women and children
Are destined to die
Deaths created by thier very own government
Too stupid to see the truth
Brainwashing their stupid youth
Blinded by it
Can't see past
It's own shit