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Century

Album: Secret Samadhi Durasi: 3:23

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

And everybody's here

So come on, come on, come on

Let's lay waste to this century

Come on, come on, come on

Return to nothing

Everybody's anxious

The crowd is all around us

The followers of Aldous

Are spinning with their mescaline

A man behind the altar screams

You stole my idea

You were my idea!

This puke stinks like beer

And everybody's here

So come on, come on, come on

Let's lay waste to this century

Come on, come on, come on

Return to nothing,

Help me

Come on, come on, come on

Let's lay waste to this century

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

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

Come on, come on, come on

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