Из альбома: House of Gold & Bones, Part 1
Where's my crucifix? Where're my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy is not enough
Scratch test credit fraud, this hate is all I've got
Just feed me whiskey and you'll feel me - the time has come
Imagine all the people belittled and abused
You want a revolution? I want the f*cking truth
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Hundred dollar bills and quiet little kills
Think you can hold me? It'll take an army - I'm everywhere
You press into the flesh; clichés are beat to death
Is this the best you can come up with? Feels like despair
I made the news today, front page above the fold
You tell me God is dead, I'll show you Hell is cold
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want
Bow your f*cking head, desecrate your dead,
Can't you see you're letting all the lies get in,
Close your eyes for I have f*cking sinned
Your talk is doubt, remember how you wanted to be born again?
Well, you weren't born for this…
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart until you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want
You can't stop me now
You can't stop me now