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Folie a deux
Jan 10, 2008
When I first saw you on the wrong side of the tracks,
there was something in your eyes said I should have your back.
Maybe it's my empathy for the damned.
Can't help it baby, it's just who I am.
CHORUS:
It takes a madman like me to dig a monster like you,
but madness is the name of that tune, Jennifer.
It takes a monster like me to dig the madness that's you,
and I'd gladly dance to the tune of you, Jennifer.
Let's take this damn thing for a ride.
You be my Bonnie, baby, you know I'm your Clyde (right turn, Clyde.)
I know you'd like to see them bringing out their dead.
Well, together baby, you and me can paint their landscape red.
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
Aristocrats and paupers, they all toast their gods and devils.
Quick to say what's odd is evil
Quick with their ropes and shovels.
They don't know what we're about,
ain't heard the devil's gospel.
Let's show them hell,
and wish them well.
We got some after life to sell.
Then, we'll take everything we want or need,
and show them no compassion, everyone who'd see us bleed.
And, when they bring our joy ride screaming to an end,
we'll count our lack of blessings as we crash our promised land.
(Chorus)
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Sister Love Midnight
Jan 10, 2008
What is it brings you here alone,
Sister Love Midnight?
What magic do you think I own,
what sacred kiss or bite?
All the rumors you have heard, you see,
are just half true.
What is it that you want from me?
What can I give to you?
I see you're into predators, well stalk them in the sun.
For when the shade devours the day
there'll be no way,
or no place you can run.
You're tethered just beyond my reach,
Sister Love Midnight.
We're a hanged man falling break-neck speed
to when the rope gets tight.
Like a vision just beyond the gates -
a ghost without a tomb,
there is a reason why you wait.
What has been done to you?
Should you feel the same as me, then heed my word, beware,
lest the mirror calls your soul
to find it isn't,
to find that it's not there.
Should you and I together, lie in wait for miracles?
The miracles,
the miracles of night!
Should we close our eyes, conduct the cries
that hail the miracles?
The miracles!
The miracles of night!
Should we,
Sister Love Midnight?
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Maybe so
Jan 10, 2008
He is a monster produced by the sleep of reason.
He was slouching towards Bethlehem when he was born.
Now he enters wearing a cross,
and says he represents the Boss.
Maybe so.
I don't know,
The Messiah has been seen in every direction.
He's selling comet-ride tickets, and he's buying arms.
When the preaching comes to a halt,
The faithful say it's the Government's fault.
Maybe so.
I don't know.
The new religion says:
"Angel, walk with me on through these vicious streets.
It's guaranteed you wont see ten good men."
The self fulfilling prophet sets his watch to Firetime,
then makes true all those rumors of The End.
Let it be.
(Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door.)
(Repeat 3 more x)
He lights a cigarette and ignites his contract.
The fine print has made a ready-roll out of his soul,
but the god-damndest of the damned
always has winning plan.
Maybe so.
I don't know.
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American Psycho
Jan 10, 2008
Time, it's all me, gotta Rolex arm.
I got some time to kill,
and you're just another animal.
Time is precious, how I use it means
if I'm canonized
or just another cannibal.
Admire me, how I cut through the fast lane.
You're afraid I'm going to get there first.
Lay your trap, but I'm too quick with the wheels,
and I'll just get dirty if you do your worst.
Loathe me? Love me.
(Chorus)
I can't divorce myself from myself.
To hit and run is integrated with my soul.
I can't divorce myself from myself.
Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll.
Excuse me, please while I forget your name.
This hard drive space is used
strictly for business,
and, space is precious. How I use it means
if I'm heaven bound,
or headed down to the abyss.
Look upon this metallic majesty,
I'm the gold, death angel born on wings of steel.
Fight or pray, it makes no difference to me.
It's not my luxury to feel.
Loathe me? Love me.
I can't divorce myself from myself.
To take down is integrated with my soul.
I can't divorce myself from myself.
Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll.
(guitar solo)
Everything you have, it will soon belong to me.
I don't protect, and I don't serve.
There are no laws you've made that apply to me,
I'd pay to have them broken if there were.
Loathe me? Love me.
I can't divorce myself from myself.
To kill, it's integrated with my soul.
I can't divorce myself from myself.
Loathe me how I'm wired, but love how I roll.
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