Last Of The Real

Where’s my crucifix?
Where’re my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy is not enough
Scratch test credit fraud- this hate is all
I’ve gotJust 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 ****ing truth
NO VOODOO
ORDEAL CAN
STOP ME NO
WI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantTHE
LAST OF TH
E REAL CAN’
T STOP ME
NOWI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantHundred 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 NO
WI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantTHE
LAST OF TH
E REAL CAN’
T STOP ME
NOWI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantUntil you give me what
I wantUntil you give me what
I wantBow your ****ing head/ desecrate your dead/ can’t you see
You’re letting all the lies get in/ close your eyes for
I have ****ing 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 NO
WI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantTHE
LAST OF TH
E REAL CAN’
T STOP ME
NOWI’ll tear this place apart until you give me what
I wantUntil you give me what
I wantYou can’t stop me now
You can’t stop me now