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lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock'n'roll?"
I
say "I don't know does it matter?"
This and that scene,
They
sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better
We're so
fucked these days
We don't know who to hate or who to praise
Yet we
consider this our suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact
We
all forget about as
We go whinging all over the place.
How we've
laughed as they shoveled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we
will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.
Look at those
cunts on MTV
With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Is that what
being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC
See corpses,
rapes, and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?
And
our soccer moms and dads
Who raised us brats on these TV ads
I know that
they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They've convinced
themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ
How they
laughed as we shoveled the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we
will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours. |
