Testo A Saturday Night In This Town Dead Lemming Lounge
A cigarette in the mouthIs nothing close to a shot
In the heart from close range
And nothing like a bad seal
Makes me think of the thoughts
That brought it out of my mouth
For one time I believed
For once I was so real
A sin will send you to hell
Is nothing more than just talk
Donât believe all you read
Just read what not to believe
Sit back, just wait, you just might
Conclude what you really thought
Or not, donât listen to him
Thatâs what theyâre paying us for
Talking will never address
All that aggression can say
Open up to appease
Needing not just to behave
And you will catch the disease
âI killed my teacher todayâ
Just put it to rest
Cuz I canât hear what you say
A stab or two in the back
Is not how everyone plays
But you get where they are
By only playing that way
Then you excite and obsess
And all the weak become slaves
Over nothing at all
Just the American way
Everything is free to be stolen at all times
Everything is taken away, so youâll just have to stay
Everything is free to be stolen at all times
Everything is taken away, so eventually youâll just have to stay away
Let go
There is no policy
To end the sudden break down
Itâs all hypocrisy, so hide it well
Let go
There is no hopefully
On a Saturday night in this town
Iâm calling 911 on a broken cell