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Gentlemen, Start Your Engines (Favez) · Gentlemen, Start Your Engines (Favez) · Start Your Engines (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 2: The End 107.7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 1: Live on the End (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The West End Story [West End Records] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The End Is the Beginning Is the End (Smashing Pumpkins) · The End Is Not the End (House of Heroes) · End of the End (Damian Wasse) · End on End (Rites of Spring) – and 90 other albums »


I'm 13 years old
I hate your guts
an I got a zip gun
I got a reefer
I've been screwing since I was 9
an I can make you or break you
with charm
You killed your first man at 13,
Killer instinct, Animal supreme,
By 16 you had learned to fight
The way of the warrior, you took it as your right.
Take me where the eagles fly
Let me drive along the open road
Break away the chains that bind you
Now you're free to make it your own
Feel
train alone
But the engine tracks straight through your heart
And weighs me like a stone

Oh, it's a hard load to love you
It takes up all my time, having
tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
With the smile you gives just to keep your mouth from closin'
Every engine burns as a sign
of love
It's easy to make other ways of thought

This is the engine of the world
This is the engine of the world
Love is the end of this war

This is
engines roar

We're far from power, north of desire
Tired and bound by all those lies
As step by step, open tired eyes
A kiss of life, for sleeping
your mouth from clothin'
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken

Like candle wax that sun melts into
were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool

It's the wrong time to sit and cry by yourself
When you didn't end up going to indo
of your greasy antics
My pride's getting hurt by the mile
Blow her engine blow my mind
Keep her shocks and brakes aligned
I see that you're all jacked
I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my
on your fingertips
And everything you do is wrong

Demons seed by the light of the moon
Hell I bent... he's on your door
Pull an ace... a crazy face
burning oil
Engine’s running rough
I drive from job to job
But it’s never enough
I can’t find the will
To just up and get away
Some kind of chains
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice,
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
Two engines on
Twenty-one coaches long
End to end
Twenty-one coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kickin' the bums about

If I wait for the right
The morning paper
Look in the mirror
On your key chain
Or in the coffee spoon

On your shirt sleeve
In the flat-screen
In your mailbox
I'm
Damned by inheritance
From our mistakes we'll never learn

Humanity is at its end
Do you smell your extinction
Will you embrace the lord
Save your soul
around
Want to run my train alone
But the engine tracks straight through your heart
And weighs me like a stone
Oh it's a hard love to love you it takes
Cornered and trapped, secret
Revealed
Cold press of chains
Wrapped around my wrist
Mind sinking, flooded with fear
Captive alone to an unknown future
Why?
on the other end 
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing 
Fuck dem chicken wings 
Last able man standing 
Follow what? I ain't
on the other end 
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing 
Fuck dem chicken wings 
Last able man standing 
Follow what? I ain't
digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, 
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
of consequences

Ooh, I?m beaten by the chain

By the chain


Feels like I slip further from you every single day

It?s getting harder to call your name when I bow
the eastern ladies walk in Chinatown
Chinatown, chain me down, Chinatown

Look at the tall pagoda through
Through your window pane
Watching it by your dragon