| Act I: Heroes and Cons |
| 01. Song of the Century Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us to the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century Of panic and promise and prosperity Tell me a story into that goodnight Sing us a song for me |
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| 02. 21st Century Breakdown Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell. A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled. The last one born, the first one to run, My town was blind from refinery sun. My generation is zero. I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found. I think I'm losing what's left of my mind. to the 20th century deadline. I was made of poison and blood. Condemnation is what I understood From Mexico to the Berlin Wall Homeland security could kill us all. My generation is zero. I never made it as a working class hero. 21st century breakdown, I once was lost but never was found. I think I'm losing what's left of my mind. to the 20th century deadline. We are the cries of the class of 13 born in the era of humility we are the desperate in the decline raised by the bastards of 1969!!! My name is no one, your long lost son Born on the 4th of July raising the bygones of heroes and cons left me for dead or alive There is the war that's inside my head that questions the results and lies While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead When enough ain't enough to survive. I am an agent, a worker, a pawn my debt to the status quo the scars on my hands are a means to an end it's all that I have to show I'm taking a loan on my sanity for the redemption of my soul well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall Praise, Liberty the freedom to obey it's a song that strangles me well, don't cross the line Oh, dream American dream I can't even sleep/see from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn Oh, bleed America bleed believe what you read from heroes and cons. |
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| 03. Know Your Enemy Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Violence is an enemy Against the enemy Violence is an energy Bringing on the fury The choir infantry Revolt against the honor to obey Overthrow the effigy The vast majority Burning down the foreman of control Silence is the enemy Against your urgency So rally up the demons of your soul Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy The insurgency will rise When the bloods been sacrificed Don't be blinded by the lies In your eyes Violence is an energy From here to eternity Violence is an energy Silence is the enemy So gimme gimme revolution Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Overthrow the effigy The vast majority Burning down the foreman of control Silence is the enemy Against your urgency So rally up the demons of your soul |
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| 04. Viva La Gloria Hey Gloria Are you standing close to the edge? Lookout to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is A landscape of the lie The cracks of my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire We're going to start a war Your slogans a gun for hire It's what we waited for Hey Gloria, This is why we're on the edge The fight of our lives been drawn to This undying love. Gloria, Viva La Gloria You blast your name In graffiti on the walls Falling through broken glass that's Slashing through yuor spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria You found a home In all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad days Amongst the ruin Ashes to ashes of our youth She smashed her knuckles into winter As autumns wind fades into black She is the saint on all the sinners The one that's fallen through the cracks So don't put away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria Don't lose your faith To your lost naivete Weather the storm and don't look Back on last November When your banners were burning down Gloria, viva la Gloria Send me your amnesty down To the broken hearted Bring us the season That we always will remember Don't let the bonfires go out So Gloria, Send out your message of the light That shadows in the night. Gloria, where's your undying love? Tell me the story of your life |
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| 05. Before the Lobotomy Dreaming I am only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from. Singing I can hear them singing. When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laughter Songs of yesterday Now live in the underground Life before the lobotomy Christian sang the eulogy Sign my love a lost memory From the end of the century Well it's enough to make you sick To cast a stone and throw a brick When the sky is falling down It burned your dreams into the ground Christian's lesson is what he's been sold We are normal and self-controlled Remember to learn to forget Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes Well I'm not stoned I'm just fucked up I got so high I can't stand up I'm not cursed cause I've been blessed I'm not in love cause I'm a mess Like refugees We're lost like refugees Like refugees We're lost like refugees The brutality of reality Is the freedom that keeps me from Dreaming I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from. Singing i can hear them singing. When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laughter Songs of yesterday Now live in the underground |
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| 06. Christian's Inferno I got under the grip Between the modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail and It was already ripped to shreds. Seasons in a ruin and This bitter pill is chased with blood. There's fire in my veins And it's pouring out like a flood Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno This diabolic state is gracing my existence Like a catasrophic baby Maybe you're the chemical reaction I am the atom bomb I am the chosen one Toxin your reservoir And then return man to ape Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno |
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| 07. Last Night On Earth I text a postcard, sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you. You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles til I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you. With every breath that I am worth Here on earth I'm sending all my love to you. So if you dare to second guess you can rest assured That all my love's for you My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles til I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you. My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles til I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire Did I ever make it through? |
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| Act II: Charlatans and Saints |
| 08. East Jesus No Where Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized Stand up! - All the white boys Sit down! - All the black girls You're the soldiers of the new world Put your faith in a miracle And it's non-denominational Join the choir we will be singing In the church of wishful thinking A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Oh bless me lord for I have sinned It's been a lifetime since I last confessed I threw my crutches in "The river Of a shadow of doubt" And I'll be dressed in my Sunday best Say a prayer for the family Drop a coin for humanity Ain't this uniform so flattering? I never asked you a God damned thing A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Don't test me Second guess me Protest me You will disappear I want to know who's allowed to breed All the dogs who never learned to read Missionary politicians And the cops of a new religion A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the inside |
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| 09. Peacemaker Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace For I am the Caesar I'm gonna seize the day Well, call of the banshee hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey As God as my witness The infidels are gonna pay Well, call the assassin The orgasm A spasm of love and hate For what will divide us? The righteous and the meek Well, call of the wild hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey Death to the girl at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite I am a killjoy from Detroit I drink from a well of rage I feed off the weakness with all my love Call up the captain hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey Death to the lover that you were dreaming of This is a stand off A Molotov cocktail On the house You thought I was a write off You better think again Call the peacemaker hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey I'm gonna send you back to the place where it all began Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well now the caretaker's the undertaker Now I'm gonna go out and get the peacemaker This is the neo St. Valentines Massacre Well call up the Gaza hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Death to the ones at the end of the serenade Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade |
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| 10. Last of the American Girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She is paranoid like Endangered species headed into extinction She is one of a kind She's the last of the American girls She wears her overcoat For the coming of the nuclear winter She is riding her bike Like a fugitive of critical mass She's on a hunger strike For the ones who won't make it for dinner She makes enough to survive For a holiday of working class She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated. She won't cooperate She's the last of the American girls She plays her vinyl records Singing songs on the eve of destruction She's a sucker for All the criminals breaking the laws She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's an endless war Like a hero for the lost cause Like a hurricane In the heart of the devastation She's a natural disaster She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She's the last of the American girls |
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| 11. Murder City Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city I'm wide awake After the riot This demonstration Of our anguish This empty laughter Has no reason Like a bottle Of your favorite poison We are the last call And we're so pathetic Christian's crying In the bathroom And I just want to Bum a cigarette We've come so far, We've been so wasted It's written All over our faces |
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| 12. Viva la Gloria? (Little Girl) Little girl, little girl Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul your heart is dying. Little one, little one Your soul is purging Of love and razor blades Your blood is surging Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter Your a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go Little girl, little girl Your life is calling The charlatans and saints of your abandon Little one little one The sky is falling The lifeboat of deception is now sailing In the wake all the way No rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes Will show your heart of treason Little girl little girl You dirty liar You're just a junkie Preaching to the choir Runaway To your lost tranquility And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the dregs of humanity There is no place like home When you got no place to go The traces of blood Always follow you home Like the mascara tears From your getaway Your walking with blisters and running with shears So unholy. Sister of grace. Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go |
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| 13. Restless Heart Syndrome I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging On my hands and knees Take me to the emergency 'Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the pain away It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain Send me to the pharmacy So I can lose my memory I'm elated Medicated Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away. I think they found another cure For broken hearts and feeling insecure You'd be surprised what I endure What make you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide You never know what could be Waiting outside The accidents that you could find It's like some kind of suicide So what ails you is what impales you I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied I'm a victim of my symptom I am my own worst enemy You're a victim of your symptom You are your own worst enemy Know your enemy I'm elated Medicated I am my own worst enemy So what ails you is what impales you You are your own worst enemy You're a victim of the system You are your own worst enemy You're a victim of the system You are your own worst enemy |
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| Act III: Horseshoes and Grenades |
| 14. Horseshoes and Handgrenades I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I've think we've got a bleeder right now Want you to slap me around Want you to knock me out Well, you missed me kissed me Now you better kick me down Maybe you're the runner up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades I'm gonna burn it all down I'm gonna rip it out Well, everything that you employ Was meant for me to destroy To the ground now So don't you fuck me around Because I'll shoot you down I'm gonna drink, fight and fuck And pushing my luck All the time now Maybe you're the runner up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The old age I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I've think we've got a bleeder right now I'm not fucking around G-L-O-R-I-A |
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| 15. The Static Age Can you hear the sound of the static noise? Blasting out in stereo Cater to the class and the paranoid Music to my nervous system Advertising love and religion Murder on the airwaves Slogans on the brink of corruption Vision of blasphemy, war and peace Screaming at you I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape Working your insanity Tragic a'la madness and concrete Coca Cola execution Conscience on a cross and You're hearts in a vice Squeezing out your state of mind Are what you own that you cannot buy? What a fucking tragedy, strategy Screaming at you. I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age Hey hey it's the static age This is how the west was won Hey hey it's the static age millennium All I want to know Is a God-damned thing Not what's in the medicine All I want to do is I want to breathe Batteries are not included What's the latest way that a man can die Screaming hallelujah? Singing out "The dawn's early light" The silence of the rotten, forgotten Screaming at you. I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video I can't hear a sound on the radio In stereo in the static age The static age |
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| 16. 21 Guns Do you know what's worth fighting for, When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride? And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, You and I When you're at the end of the road And you lost all sense of control And your thoughts have taken their toll When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul Your faith walks on broken glass And the hangover doesn't pass Nothing's ever built to last You're in ruins. One, 21 guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, You and I Did you try to live on your own When you burned down the house and home? Did you stand too close to the fire? Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone When it's time to live and let die And you can't get another try Something inside this heart has died You're in ruins. One, 21 guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, You and I |
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| 17. American Eulogy {Part One: Mass Hysteria} Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Of forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story into that goodnight Sing us a song for me Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Red alert is the color of panic Elevated to the point of static Beating into the hearts of the fanatics And the neighborhood's a loaded gun Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming And the welfare is asphyxiating Mass confusion is all the new rage And it's creating a feeding ground For the bottom feeders of hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria True sounds of maniacal laughter And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir The punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire with a riot The class war is hanging on a wire Because the martyr is a compulsive liar When he said "It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria" Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria There's a disturbance on the oceanside They tapped into the reserve The static response is so unclear now Mayday this is not a test! As the neighborhood burns, American is falling Vigilantes warning you Calling Christian and Gloria {Part Two: Modern World} I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I'm the class of 13 In the era of dissent A hostage of the soul On a strike to pay the rent The last of the rebels Without a common ground I'm gonna light a fire Into the underground I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I am a nation Without bureaucratic ties Deny the allegation as it's written I want to take a ride to the great divide Beyond the "up to date" And then neo-gentrified The high definition for the low resident Where the value of your mind Is not held in contempt I can hear the sound of A beating heart That bleeds beyond a system That's falling apart With money to burn On a minimum wage 'Cause I don't give a shit About the modern age I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria |
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| 18. See the Light I crossed the river Fell into the sea Where the non-believers Go beyond belief Then I scratched the surface In the mouth of hell Running out of service In the blood I fell I just want to see the light i don't want to lose my sight I just want to see the light I need to know what's worth the fight I've been wasted Pills and alcohol I've been chasing Down the pool halls Then I drank the water From a hurricane And I set a fire Just to see the flame I just want to see the light I don't want to lose my sight I just want to see the light I need to know what's worth the fight I crossed the desert Reaching higher ground Then I pound the pavement To take the liars down But it's gone forever But never too late Where the ever after Is in the hands of fate I just want to see the light I don't want to lose my sight I just want to see the light I need to know what's worth the fight |
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