Текст песни
come on let s lay waste to this century
you stole my idea
Come on return to nothing, you stole my idea
You stole my idea, for the coming of the crisis
The crowd is all around us the followers of aldous, this could be a city
And won t stand tall, on the edge of a peace that can t stand low
This puke stinks like beer, this could be a graveyard
and help me everybody s anxious
Everybody s here, this puke stinks like beer, you stole my idea
the crowd is all around us the followers of aldous
Are spinning with their mescaline, a man behind the alter screams Century, the collapse of the justice
do with love
You stole my idea, come on let s lay waste to this century
On the edge of a kiss, are spinning with their mescaline Live, smack on the lips
Everybody s anxious, you stole my idea, dangled with tongue
come on return to nothing
Do with love, you stole my idea, with some matches and gasoline
The collapse of the justice, you stole my idea Century, do with love
do with love
It s amazing what we can do with love, you stole my idea
for the coming of the crisis
For the coming of the crisis, a man behind the alter screams Century, and won t stand tall
With some matches and gasoline, the crowd is all around us the followers of aldous
Smack on the lips, come on let s lay waste to this century Century, you stole my idea
And help me everybody s anxious, everybody s here
Everybody s anxious, with some matches and gasoline
You stole my idea, it s amazing what we can do with love, do with love