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13.10.1998 |
1. | Bag Full Of Thoughts |
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4. | Chrome Plated Suicide |
5. | Michael, Time to Wake Up |
6. | Hell's Angels Cracker Factory |
7. | Unconsciously Screamin' |
8. | God Walks Among Us Now |
9. | Strychnine/Peace, Love, And Understanding |
10. | Death Valley '69 |
11. | Thank You |
12. | Ma, I Didn't Notice |
13. | After The Gold Rush |
14. | I Want To Kill My Brother; The Cymbal Head |
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Well, I never really understood religions,
Except it seems a good reason to kill.
Everybody's got their own conceptions,
And you know, they always will.
These days are needles under my skin.
Jesus shootin' heroin.
If there are priests at your party,
And you're playing cards that are numbered,
And you got no reason to think it,
Until your chances are uncovered.
Tell me that I got to believe in,
Jesus shootin' heroin.
The police in new york city,
Chased a boy, right through the park.
In a case of mistaken identities,
They put a bullet through his heart.
I met mary, on the corner with the streetlights.
She asked me if I'd come up to her room.
I told her that I didn't have no money.
She said she had to leave pretty soon.
I decided that I would go in.
Jesus shootin' heroin.
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Early in the mornin', just before the dawn
I turn my T.V. on and watch the fuzz
The sun scrapes away the first layers of the day
Nothing is meant; this is a beautiful accident
This could be the sunrise, or I could be wrong
'cause sometimes what looks like the sunrise
Turns out to be an atom bomb
Bombs are comin' in cereal packages [2x]
Early in the morning, just before the dawn
I turn my T.V. on and watch the fuzz
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Hell's Angels Cracker Factory |
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Strychnine/Peace, Love, And Understanding |
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I Want To Kill My Brother; The Cymbal Head |
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