Music – text of songs

[I. Mass Hysteria]

Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood’s a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it’s creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punchline is a natural disaster
And it’s sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
“It’s just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria”

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

There’s a disturbance on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday, this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, America is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria

[II. Modern World]

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world

I’m the class of 13
In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul
On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels
Without a common ground
I’m gonna light a fire
Into the underground

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world

I am a nation
Without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it’s written

I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the “up to date”
And the neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the value of your mind
Is not held in contempt
I can hear the sound of
A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system
That’s falling apart
With money to burn
On minimum wage
‘Cause I don’t give a shit
About the modern age

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria.

Do you know what’s worth fighting for,
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn’t pass
Nothing’s ever built to last
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone

When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I.

Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Billboard on the rise in the dawn’s landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic a’la madness and concrete
Coca-Cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
Your hearts in a vice
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you.

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Hey hey, it’s the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey hey, it’s the static age millennium

All I want to know
Is a god-damned thing
Not what’s in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What’s the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out “the dawn’s early light”
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you.

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
The static age.

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well, you missed me, kissed me
Now you better kick me down

Maybe you’re the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

I’m gonna burn it all down
I’m gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now
So don’t you fuck me around
Because I’ll shoot you down
I’m gonna drink, fight, and fuck
And pushing my luck
All the time now

Maybe you’re the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction
Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
I’m not fucking around
G-L-O-R-I-A.

I’ve got a really bad disease
It’s got me begging
On my hands and knees
Take me to the emergency
‘Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It’s like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
Send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory
I’m elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away.

I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure
You’d be surprised what I endure
What makes you feel so self-assured?

I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside
The accidents that you could find
It’s like some kind of suicide

So what ails you is what impales you
I feel like I’ve been crucified to be satisfied

I’m a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You’re a victim of your symptom
You are your own worst enemy
Know your enemy.

I’m elated
Medicated
I am my own worst enemy
So what ails you is what impales you
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy
You’re a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy.

Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying.
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Run away
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of abandon
Little one, little one
The sky is falling
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You’re just a junkie
Preaching to the choir

Run away
To your lost tranquility
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the dregs of humanity
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
You’re walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace.

Run away
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go.

Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city

I’m wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favorite poison

We are the last call
And we’re so pathetic

Christian’s crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We’ve come so far,
We’ve been so wasted
It’s written
All over our faces.

She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She’s the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She’s on a hunger strike
For the ones who won’t make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class

She’s a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won’t cooperate
She’s the last of the American girls

She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the eve of destruction
She’s a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She’s an endless war
Like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation
She’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American girls

She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American girls.

Well, I’ve got a fever
A non-believer
I’m in a state of grace
For I am the Caesar
I’m gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
As God as my witness
The infidels are gonna pay

Well, call the assassin
The orgasm
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the girl at the end of the serenade

Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasite

I am a killjoy from Detroit
I drink from a well of rage
I feed off the weakness with all my love
Call up the captain, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the lover that you were dreaming of

This is a stand-off
A Molotov cocktail
On the house
You thought I was a write-off
You better think again
Call the peacemaker, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
I’m gonna send you back to the place where it all began

Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasite

Well now the caretaker’s the undertaker
Now I’m gonna go out and get the peacemaker
This is the Neo St. Valentine’s massacre
Well call up the Gaza, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade.

Raise your hands now to testify
Your confession will be crucified
You’re a sacrificial suicide
Like a dog that’s been sodomized
Stand up! – all the white boys
Sit down! – all the black girls
You’re the soldiers of the new world

Put your faith in a miracle
And it’s non-denominational
Join the choir we will be singing
In the church of wishful thinking

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics

Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It’s been a lifetime since I last confessed
I threw my crutches in “the river of a shadow of doubt”
And I’ll be dressed in my Sunday best

Say a prayer for the family
Drop a coin for humanity
Ain’t this uniform so flattering?
I never asked you for a goddamned thing

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics

Don’t test me
Second guess me
Protest me
You will disappear

I want to know who’s allowed to breed
All the dogs who never learned to read
Missionary politicians
And the cops of a new religion

A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the inside.