Random lost souls have asked me
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"What's the future of Rock' n' Roll?"
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I say "I don't know, does it matter?"
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This and that scene,
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they all sound the same to me
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neither much worse nor much better.
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We're so fucked up these days
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we don't know who to hate and who to praise
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yet we consider this our suffering and pain
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when we're so privileged, a fact
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we all forget about as
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we go on whinging all over the place.
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How we laughed as they shoveled the ashes
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wrath hath soured
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blood and death, we will pay back the debt
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for this candy store of ours.
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Look at those cunts on MTV
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with their cars and cribs and rings and shit.
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Is that what being a celebrity means?
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Look boys and girls, heres BBC.
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See corpses, rapes, and amputees.
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What do you think now of the American dream?
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And our soccer moms and dads
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who raised us brats on those TV ads
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I know that they sleep at night.
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Their conscience is intact
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they've convinced themselves of that.
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Giving money to Jesus fucking H Christ
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How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
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of the twin towers.
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Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
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for this candy store of ours.
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Worlds Apart
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |