they're pretty fucked up. And feelin shitty. But at least they got each other tonight. All Ages show. Forbidden city tonight. It's all they know. He's holding her so tight. All ages
live CHORUS I surrender all, I surrender all All to Thee my blessed Savior I surrender all All to Jesus I surrender At thy feet I humble bow Worldly pleasures all
idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do all you can, break all
is such a curse? Fuck Armageddon, this is hell We're living in the denouement of the battle's gripping awe, So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all
I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that
hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong, eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along, puritan work ethic maintains its
long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced
or a treasure? I want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty uncleanliness and toll promote equality in all
time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions
rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all
me, anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all
in life are testament of our helplessness, there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end when we all disintegrate it will all happen again
lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
yayayayayayaya, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really all
love you can get consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "progress will resolve it all
could really go pop! so I could make the gardening stop come out to play, come out to play, and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day in my atomic garden all
he's the latest super hero with powers so profound he can leap a dotted line in just a single bound, I know you must have seen him in books and magazines
there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, the face is blank the gears are turning, confusion is a fundamental state of mind, it doesn't
