Lyric Century

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
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 altar screams
You stole my idea
You were my idea

This puke stinks like beer and everybody s here
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
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