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Wasted Youth
02:27
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I remember everything.
I remember every little thing as if it only happened yesterday.
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a...Telecaster or Stratocaster, but I do remember that had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords and the precise angle from which to strike!
The guitar bled for...about a week afterwards, and the blood was zoot, dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was CHUCK BERRY RED.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards, but it run out beautifully, and I was able to play notes that I'd never even heard before!
So I took my guitar...
AND
I SMASHED IT AGAINST THE WALL!
I SMASHED IT AGAINST THE FLOOR!
I SMASHED IT AGAINST THE BODY OF A VARSITY CHEERLEADER!
I SMASHED IT AGAINST THE HOOD OF A CAR!
I SMASHED IT AGAINST A 1981 HARLEY DAVIDSON!
THE HARLEY HOWLED IN PAIN...
THE GUITAR HOWLED IN HEAT...
And I ran upstairs to my parent's bedroom.
Mummy and Daddy were sleeping quietly, in the moonlight.
Slowly, I opened the door...
Creeping in the shadows, right up to the foot of their bed...
I raised the guitar, high above my head
AND JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO BRING THE GUITAR
CRASHING DOWN UPON THE CENTER OF THE BED
MY FATHER WOKE UP SCREAMING:
"STOP!
WAIT A MINUTE!
STOP, BOY!
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!
THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT AN EXPENSIVE MUSICAL INSTRUMENT!!"
And I said,
"GOD DAMN IT, DADDY!
You know I love you...
BUT YOU'VE GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!"
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America
03:40
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America wants you to believe
America wants you to forget
Tell me now what you got
Tell me now what you get
Nobody knows who you are
Nobody gives a damn
You do it for your country
You do it for your Uncle Sam
Living the American dream
Living the American dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
I'm living the American dream!
So sit down and watch your TV
So sit down and have a beer
Stay away from all the bad things
Stay away from the queers
The problem's with the government
Problem's with the immigration
Solution is so simple
Solution is to rule to nation
Living the American dream
Living the American dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
When you're living the American dream!
So I know that you don't wanna see me
And I know that you think I should leave
Tell me, if you make a decision
Tell me, if you damn well please
So fuck all the politicians
And fuck your American dream
Nothing's ever right in the system
Nothing's ever what it seems
Living the American dream
Living the American dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
When you're living the American dream
Living the American dream
Living the American dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
I'm living the American dream!
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
AMERICA
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Gravedigger
03:35
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At the speed of lightning
At the speed of sound
I gotta do what I gotta, before
The body's found
Buried in my backyard
Digging up her grave
Body torn, a wasteland, yeah, she
Cannot be saved
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
When the fuzz is on me
I gotta look where I run
Find a place for the body, because
I won't be outdone
I do it for my amusement
I do it all for the fun
I do it for your reactions, and I
I have just begun
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Riding in the black and darkness
Gravedigger
Killing souls and riding in the night
Once upon a time there was a lonely man
He did as he would and he would do as he can
But every so often, he would get a little itch
To go to the graveyard and dig up some bitch
Once upon a time there was a lonely man
He did as he would and he would do as he can
But every so often, he would get a little itch
To go to the graveyard and dig up some bitch
Go!
Gravedigger
Riding in the blackened darkness
Gravedigger
Swirling in the eye of the storm
Gravedigger
Standing still betwixt the realms
Gravedigger
Killing souls and riding in the night
Gravedigger!
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Tachikouma
04:58
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"Do you remember that 'existence of God' thing I was having so much trouble understanding?
I think I'm starting to grasp it now!
In analog, it's God! In digital, it's zero!
Because you have a Ghost, you can even die!
You're so lucky!!"
"I can only imagine what havoc your killing machine is going to wreak now..."
"It was just...something you probably imagined."
"Well, I hope you're right. There's no way we'll ever know for sure, now."
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Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes
And flying tools of torment
Will penetrate the sphere
Erupt the rock of ages
Bringing final fear
Instruments of Destruction
Tools of power play
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
What it really mattered
When nothing really counts
Grave eternal darkness when you're
Drained of every ounce
And when the nightmare's over
The final from the storm
The dust of all creation
To ashes, we transform
Instruments of Destruction
Tools of power play
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
Instruments of Destruction
Tools of power play
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
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Baltimore
03:40
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Swirling in the vortexes of
People, places, things
Walking on these lonely streets where
Lonely people sing
'Cause it's 3am and I'm wearing thin of
Quiet, lovely Baltimore
The only place where I've ever felt that
Maybe there's something more
So tell me now that love is true
And tell me that you love me too
And tell me that there's something more
Than quiet, lovely Baltimore
A light turns on in the center street where
Quiet people like to eat
An endless turn of talk and tire and
Crying babes and funeral pyre
A cold wind blows down from the doors of
Quiet, lovely Baltimore
The only face where I've ever felt like
Maybe there's something more
So tell me what you see in here
And tell me all your biggest fears
And tell me that there's something more
Than lonely, lovely Baltimore
...
So tell me now that love is true
And tell me that you love me too
And tell me that there's something more
Than quiet, lovely Baltimore
So tell me who you think you are
And tell me why you've come so far
And tell me that there's something more
Than lonely. lovely Baltimore
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