Century - Live

everybody's here 
puke stinks like beer 
this could be a city 
this could be a graveyard 
you stole my idea 
you stole my idea 
everybody's anxious 
for the coming of the crisis 
the collapse of the justice 
I can smell your armpits 
you stole my idea 
you stole my idea 
you stole my idea! 
this puke stinks like beer 
come on come on come on 
let's lay waste to this century 
come on come on come on 
return to nothing, and help me 
everybody's anxious 
the crowd is all around us 
the followers of Aldous 
are spinning with their mescaline 
a man behind the alter screams 
you stole my idea 
you stole my idea! 
on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips 
dangled with tongue 
on the edge of a peace that can't stand low 
and won't stand tall 
it's amazing what we can do with love 
with some matches and gasoline, do with love! 
it's amazing what we can do with love