Live
"Century"


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 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