everybody's here

puke stinks like beer

this could be a city

this could be a graveyard

you stole my idea

you stole my idea

everybody's anxious

for the coming of the crisis

the collapse of the justice

I can smell your armpits

you stole my idea

you stole my idea

you stole my idea

this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here



come on, come on, come on

let's lay waste to this century

come on, come on, come on

return to nothing, and help me



everybody's anxious

the crowd is all around us

the followers of Aldous

are spinning with their mescaline

a man behind the altar screams

you stole my idea

you were my idea!



on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips

dangled with tongue

on the edge of a peace that can't stand low

and won't stand tall



it's amazing what we can do with love

with some matches and gasoline, do with love!

it's amazing what we can do with love