Lyrics:
highest goal
And breathed the breath of life
Everlasting life
Well, creatures come from out of sight
Daylight came from in the night
And all was good
good,
Life became a masterplan,
Love produced the perfect man,
that understood,
The image of the makers word,
worshipped him with all he had,
But
Good evening
We apologize most sincerely
To those of you who have bought this
Record under the impression that it
Was, in any way
Connected with
Tells me of damnation, rightly just and on the horizon
Knee-deep in a concentrated stockpile of manufactured scraps foretelling human downfall
Grisly.
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Twon to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection
New
Good thing, got yourself a good thing, It's a good thing. Ooooh.
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing, I'm gonna let you go
So you met
got a collection
good things on sale Stranger
ahn, i'll buy on a high price
It's at all stranger
Souvenirs
My collection of the triumphs and the fears
They all are so very clear
Souvenirs
Now as a new chapter unfolds
My heart will always hold
A memory
It felt so good, manufactured chills
As much as I could
It felt so wrong, manufactured tears
When repentance comes
Live on twisted emotions
Repeating
of love's false security
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
'Till the tombstones of damage read me no
I am!
What's more, if we don't comply
With the locals' wishes
I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
(You have a point there, very good
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
People dyin' all around me
So I gave you my testimony
We were down from
Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night
Red cars, blue cars
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
It's a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go
So you met someone who
Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night
Red cars, blue
the way things are here now
Well, I ain`t doin` myself no good
I work hard everyday
From Monday to Friday night
The wages that they pay me
I swear
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
People dyin' all around me
So I gave you my testimony
We were down from
MY STAMP COLLECTION'S OUT
TURNED TO THE BELGIAN CONGO
IT WASN'T VERY LONG AGO
WE USED TO CALL IT THAT
MY COINS ARE IN THE DRAWER
THEY LOST THEIR
So defeated, thinks it's funny
Film Festival, Retro Porn
Shabby Chic, BiCostal
Soundtrack, Carnivore
Transgressive, Gone Fishin'
Shock Value, Good
to none, none
I just got in
From somewhere really good
They offered me the part of Bono
And a speaking role
With all the merchandise
And sunglasses
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in
collection
Said
So long, it's been good to know ya
So long, it's been good to know ya
So long, it's been good to know ya
This dusty old dust is
collection
Said
So long, it's been good to know ya
So long, it's been good to know ya
So long, it's been good to know ya
This dusty old dust is
You get away with your manufactured fame
And I have to fight my way up to your level
You have everything I could've asked for
And you got there by
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