to glide Through dead bodies - nor rich or poor Anymore with stolen pride Under black age toil we live Oh scornful masters we leave our homes Under black age
could reach up and take the sky But you'd find a reason or alibi Well you're black and white in color Well you're over, you're under Hey, I question
world Divine suffering, enter the age of the damned Denomspawn of the night, apocalypse unbound Evil breeding in the mind of man Age of suffering Total
we're going over there no matter what it takes We got free tickets So it's gonna be OK Oh what the fuck we can get in we're under age HEY KIDS SHOW
the world Divine suffering, enter the age of the damned Denomspawn of the night, apocalypse unbound Evil breeding in the mind of man Age of suffering
watch the training wheels disappear as three draws near you're clear to land here battery baby show you my bruise kiss it better black and blue you would never look under
we could reach up and take the sky But you'd find a reason or alibi Well you're black and white in color Well you're over, you're under Hey, I question
re going over there No matter what it takes We got free tickets So it's gonna be ok So what the fuck We can't get in we are under age Hey kids... We
They're gonna rip your eyelids off and spit culture down your throat break the silence with screams fight and kick time until it bleeds I guess I'm doing
Time can push you down can bind your wrists and make you slave to a fallen day and in the mind pushed by the time your head can fold in on itself implode
of the age, That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age That's the spirit of the age Ah, the spirit of the
my life It's seems that everything that you said was right Has come undone, lost my sight But have you ever thought you've done your best When you were under
She was a bottled blond She had her sevens on When I think about it now Just a cougar on the prowl She was hotter than hell Had me under a spell Got that
Little brother's got a habit that he thinks, he's gettin' under control And he's sellin' all our love and best wishes as the hunger grows Living by the
leaves cast spells of challenge Amused but real in thought We fled from the sea whole Dawn of thought transfered through moments Of days under searching
this is an album which shows The Cat Empire at their very best, right now. In an age when so much of selling music seems to be about celebrity and fashion
Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America Welcome
