Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air What a rotting stench My imagination runs wild at what this could be Open up the can to discover
inch, oh, yes I do I like them chunky Chunky, chunky, chunky, chunky, chunky And plumpy Plumpy, plumpy, plumpy, plumpy, plumpy Chunky, chunky, chunky, chunky, chunky, chunky
Show us' your special move. (laughing in background)
Isn´t life a blast It´s just like living in the past We go downtown to do our shopping And we live in suburbia And I say Ha ha ha ha ha ha
In life my friends, you pass along You need not grieve when things go wrong You've heard it said, go do your best Though life's sun sinks to the west
I too have sung 'Death's Praise' But I'm not going to sing that song anymore Yes, I've figured out what living is all about It's life, life, life is
I was talking to larry The scene was really hairy We were sitting in the dark What you don´t see you don´t know He said this town is getting
Can't you hear the war cry? It's time to enlist The people speak as one The cattle, the crowd Those too afraid to live Demand a sacrifice A sacrifice
We set sailing Floating down the love canal We set sailing Drifting down the love canal We seem strange Our bodies are breaking down We are breeding Our
Feel so numb feel so dead Just felt like someone hit my head Like someone knew just what to do Poison the masses catch the running few Feel so empty feel
Shed no tears for the martyr dying Only in pain suffering and death Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be No tears wasted No sorrow no pity No
The lights And the sound And the rhythm And the noise Hit my body Like a thousand dances Everyone knows Where nothing is something And our lives flash
There are eyes that cannot see And fingers that cannot touch That's the way of the world There are dreams left empty and blank And legs that have ceased
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air What a rotting stench My imagination runs wild at what it could be Open up the can to discover
I filled the bucket I spilled the bucket Out on the floor A mistake for sure Consequences Turned me hostile I got so tied in Made me docile Then you
This is the room where we always dreamed Of grass and splendid evenings Emitting frequencies Lost between the leaves and things And I held on brightly
I've always felt so scared of all this needing Everyone that I've met has been somewhat mistreated That's how it feels when you know that something's
