Good days
are gone,
Not coming
back,
One last
song, cause we're under attack,
I guess I
must have missed that memo,
Tell me
something that I don't know,
Cause when
you talk you sound like a broken radio,
Spinning
out your motor supper and demo
One of
these days I'm going to get this thing to work,
Bounce up
and down like some electronic jerk,
One of
these days I'm going to find something, something to do,
But just
look out, cause this music’s gonna kill you,
One of
these days I will fill this keg with power,
Turn it up,
turn it up, I wish this song was louder,
I wish this
song was louder
Here come
the people, look in their eye,
They're
here today, but tomorrow they die,
You think
you're so hot, and you're just getting colder,
You ain't
no friend of mine, my friends are robot soldiers
One of
these days I will put you in my pocket,
One of
these days I will let you ride the rubber rocket,
One of
these days I will find something, something to do,
But just
look out, cause this music’s gonna kill you,
One of
these days I’m gonna fill this keg with power,
Turn it up,
turn it up, I wish this song was louder,
I wish this
song was louder
Send a man
in a suit to Washington to hear him lie,
We send a
man in a rocket ship to the Moon to watch him die,
Die!
I need the
cocaine to stay up late
(I wish
this song was louder)
To write
the music to make the money
(I wish
this song was louder)
To buy the
cocaine to stay up late
(I wish
this song was louder)
To write
the music to make the money
(I wish
this song was louder)
To buy the
cocaine to stay up late
(I wish
this song was louder)
To write
the music to make the money
(I wish
this song was louder)
To buy the
cocaine to stay up late
(I wish this
song was louder)
To write
the music to make the money
(I wish
this song was louder)
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