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soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their
rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me |
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America
bled to death
Electric and pregnant
Brilliant sluts and fire worship
Devouring the righteous
We were just monkeys braiding thread
We were golden needles
Diamonds and pollen
And Coma White
A manniqueen of depression
The face of the dead star
Fagged out for the corner
She was so soft in the bed
And the pomegranet earth spins into oblivion
The one that trembles
The one that fears
The one that suffers
The one that vomits
The one that needs
The one that trembles
The one that fears
The one that suffers
The one that vomits
The one that needs
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do |
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Five
to one baby one in five
No one here gets out alive now
You get yours baby I'll get mine
Gonna make it baby if we try
Come on, yeah!
The old get older and the young get stronger
May take a week and it may take longer
They got the guns but we got the numbers
Gonna win yeah we're taking over
Come on, yeah
Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
You walk across the floor with flowers in your hands
Trying to tell me no one fucking understands
Trade in your hours for a handful of dimes
Gonna make it baby in our prime
Get together one more time...
I wanna fuck you, mother [3x]
FUCK YOUUUU!
Get together one more time...
Fuck you...mother |
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