Century - Live

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

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 alter screams

you stole my idea

you stole 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