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Johnny Panic And The Bible Of Dreams

I get excited by the news of today
What seems unstable may be able to stay
Johnny Panic
Johnny Panic
Johnny Panic And The Bible Of Dreams

I get excited by the news of today
What seems unstable may be able to stay
Johnny Panic
Johnny Panic
of truth, we were burning
And we saw the dim sun swallow the sky

Cast out by the scorn of men
In the desert of faces

Can we live without shame?
Can we die
gone
I am starting to sometimes
I wish you were here

Only sweetness that's all
To shake off the bitter
So I make you toothless well
Live on water
Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
'Til I'd passed
explain
Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
Till I'd
explain
Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
Till I'd
'em in the stores and millions have bought it

An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the disco
On the airwaves, we
these were my last words,
would they even make print?
If all I had to say was simply over said
by those old heretics."
These words are counterfeit
and booze
A æ?»odawful sad affair?
And the lights were there to thrill you

my oh my
We live from time to time
And day by day
Itæ?¯ the modern way
Look at me
our liquor, you'll get laid"
Next billboard says, "Don't drink and drive"

What goes on is not what we're told to see

Panic! Panic! War on drugs
But
Sci-fi Steven, a secret vampire by night.
Ears and eyes always on the lookout for conspiracies against the teen-c nation.
Lives by the ethic, 'keep
her in the car
Walked inside, he was layin' on the floor stone dead
Been shot in the head

There were whiskey bottles and dope by the chair
on
Meat shops strive and survive as the butchers blade is carving
Rich scum rob and exploit while still there are so many starving
Will we just sit back
at the knees so they won't be left behind.

Petrified, frozen to imaginary times.
Pay no mind, I hope they pass you by.
Live your life and don't apologize
the cuffs on her
And I put her in the car
And I walked in and he was on the floor
Stone dead
Shot in the head

There were whiskey bottles and dope by
A nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass is going by so fast.

The radio is playing our tune.
I love it, could you turn it down?
The thought of you crying in
Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad
walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starving boys and girls
fingers are picking under the dust
Crumble paper bag, skin in the dust
But who can leave, society is digits and plus
We live in the us, before we're
up so you don't make it
All arranged so you can't have it
All enclosed so you won't take it
Set in little pockets of isolation
Separated by
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
unveiled so we cry out
Now we've found just what we're all about
So long ago we searched for an answer
Life and death are now just a status
Look around
arrival

Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's
Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these
Black bastards, ruthless killers

Watch me
By the mad-hatter matador?
Cake-batter never more
It don't matter whether you're
Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so hard you