Last Of The Real [House of Gold & Bones - Part 1 '12]
Where's my crucifix? Where are my cigarettes? This hypodermic melancholy Is not enough Scratch this credit fraud This hate is all I've got Just 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 fucking truth
No voodoo ordeal Can stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want The last of the real Can't stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want
Hundred 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 has come
No voodoo ordeal Can stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want The last of the real Can't stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want Til you give me what I want Til you give me what I want
Bow your fucking head Desecrate your dead Can't you see you're laying all the lies, get it Close your eyes for all your fucking sin Your talk is doubt Remember how you wanted to be born again? Well you were forced with this
No voodoo ordeal Can stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want The last of the real Can't stop me now I'll tear this place apart Til you give me what I want Until you give me what I want You can't stop me now You can't stop me now