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Get money addict, I'ma get "Money" tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full
Borrowed grapes from stores of gold
Put plastic back where metal's sold
Men in quarries connect their bomb
One two three a new Saigon
Check
Bang-bang your head to this

And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who
the nightsky with red glowing metal
We march on the Road of the Light

Fight, We stand strong full of might
Victorious path we ride
the sores
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore

Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs against
into the sores 
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore 

Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain 
She rubs
You can turn me on by remote control
You tell me love is just a chemical
And if this is true then I don't need you
I don't need anyone, I don't
the days of familiar smiles
Will we ever find our way?

Do you wanna be a slave to the system?
Full metal jacket, the only position
Pick ‘em off as easy
Streams of goodly knights with red helmets
Very young, to be slained, they obey
In this land of myth and mystery
Stone by stone are marchin'
of things, then you'll turn to
Nanoman
In the age of erosion
The end is signaled by machine
Will can orchestrate the atoms
High pitched metal centuries
The full metal jacket,
Trousers and shoes

He flies through the air
With the greatest of ease
That daring young man
In the blue dungarees

And his
the G-force of a semtex surprise
He bucks like a seahorse, keels over and dies

With his eyes all dramatic, glazed and confused
The full metal jacket,
Time goes by, and Christsmas lists change
But some things don't ever change
Like the anticipation of being together
Christmas at our house is full
I know the minds behind them, they are riddled full of
Holes
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls
Their eyesight it is twisted by
eyes

When all the characters full size
And every moon is level
When all the spirits burn in lies
As center grief by steel
My eyes burn and claws
the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)
Lord if you hear me, steer

Awakened me by the sound
seeing double in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer, steer
Lord if you hear me, steer

I
of them, those lifeless things,
As I travel through the
Moody and rainy autumn night.

Metal grates on metal,
The shrilly scream of the
Brakes wake me.
ray?
      Artilleryman: The Martians. They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs. Giant machines that walked.
Hold on the feeling
This is plastic love

She lives in a little flat
Outside the city life, a simple life
Where metal birds fly in the sky
lives on

Build those highways, build those cars
On a planet full of scrap metal
There'd better be life on mars

It's alright, it's alright
If you
Covered in leather, or plaid patches, or metal studs
Your hair is dyed or spiked with glue
You only talk to those who look and act the way you do
Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga

You can't kill me I'm dead already, his head is petty
My metal heavy, G-O-D
lives on

Build those highways, build those cars
On a planet full of scrap metal
There'd better be life on mars

[Chorus:]
It's alright, it's
crack y'all two by four yeah

Time travelin' swords rattle we cry battle
Jackets is full metal we be throwin' em at you
Build you a shrine have your