Angels fall to the floor Like they would if I was captain "Silver children", she roared I'm not the son of God Somebody help me sing Can anybody hear
This right here go out to all the ladies who cannot predict when the sun will shine Just make sure when it do, you bask in it You embrace it, you let
You say I love you, boy I know you lie I trust you all the same I don't know why 'Cause when my back is turned My bruises shine Our broken fairy tale
Well how's your view of things today? Got up young to fade away The sinners sin but aren't aware Our fables take us everywhere I can't keep up with you
I've had enough You burn the bridge I'll cut the boat in half Control I've said enough, you keep the secrets I know you'll never spill Sold Boom, blast
When I was young, I first encountered my crippled lungs I felt them burn and cursed them ever since I was turning blue in a match right in front of you
Well, you scratch and you scratch 'til your face comes away Replaced by a hole a vortex just waiting to play I commend your violence Well, I enter a
Took a bite out of a mountain range Thought my teeth would break the mountain dead Let's go, I wanna go all the way to the horizon I took a drink out
Son of Henry, I'm the first in line To the throne, smell my mustard gas I slash swords through your wooden spine Well, it cut my heart and it blew my
Who's the hippy now? I cut it off to make you proud Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down I don't wanna be alone again Got Jesus' autograph No handshake
I pronounce it aluminium, 'Cause there's an I next to the U and M Now write it down slowly and read it out fast She's got eyes, preposterous eyes I've
Dance if you wanna dance, if you wanna sweat Sweat if you wanna smell, go do it alone Fuck if you wanna fuck, if you wanna cum Sleep if you wanna sleep
I talk to god as much As I talk to satan 'Cause I wanna hear both sides Does that make me cynical, There are no miracles and This is no miraculous life
60 revolutions per minute This is my regular speed So how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it? Without ringing all alarms
m a rebel - Stick to my guns Maybe I'm sick - going out of this hell Hear my rebel yell My revolutions shock you through the core Join me, I open the door My revolutions
"Bloody Revolution" by Crass originally recorded 1980 You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine But what are you going
45 revolutions, playing on your stereo Not one revolution on the street Final solutions, as many as you want Not one solution on the street
60 revolutions per minute this is my regular speed So how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it? Without ringing all alarms
