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They Died Upon The Hill
02:45
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Do you see the blur
The elusive spectre
Twenty-four frames of doom and dread
Like ghosts spoiling the afterlife
Time is running out
Danger on the reel-to-reel
Poisoned is how I feel
I feel anger
I smell danger
Upon the hill
Smoke-coloured death machines
Reeking of rotten meat
I feel stranger
I feel horror
Watching them kill
They got in for the thrills
They lost their lives
Only for real
They lived for the kill
They died for their sins upon the hill
Blood on their skin
They paid with their lives upon this hill
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You make them rich, they send you to Mars
They steal your wives but let you drive their cars
Good page-turners need a bad villain
You’re the butt of the joke, you’re the helping hand
Self-deprecation, communing with the dead
You’re the laughing stock, it’s all part of the game
Too many times I’ve heard you crying
Too many times I’ve seen them laughing
When will we stop complaining?
When will we stop deifying?
Space dicks in orbit looking down in contempt
Just a massive blight on the face of good sense
Good page-turners need a bad villain
You’re the butt of the joke, you’re the helping hand
Self-deprecation, communing with the dead
You’re the laughing stock, it’s all part of the game
Too many times I’ve heard you crying
Too many times I’ve seen them laughing
When will we stop deifying?
When will we start rebelling?
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Dragon's Lair
02:58
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When you look at the world’s current state of affairs
You wanna run for cover in the dragon’s lair
When you finally take five, look back in disbelief
You wanna run for shelter in the cuckoo’s nest
But once you dive headfirst
Smash their precious eggs
You realize you’re worth
More than their total net
Spacetime capsizing
Stars colliding
Mankind is out for nothing
Meaningless forever
No supervisors
Living proof there must be something
Welcome
To the dragon’s lair
Welcome
To the dragon’s lair
Wooh hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
In the dragon’s lair
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4. |
Action Rules
02:42
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Fountains of youth the colour of blood
Protecting our truth stuck in the mud
Realize you’re the kind that will always go blind
When daylight comes
Who runs for shelter when the war is over
To the beat of fading drums
Friendly fire resumes without consent
Redefine the rules of engagement
Taking life in noncommitted ways
Unwitting pawns in this shadowplay
Utilize all precious tools at hand
Euthanize what makes us all humane
Showing off true colours on display
Shades of black turned into a single grey
Wartime hearsay tomorrow’s news
No matter what day we must pay our dues
Hail of bullets falling everywhere
Till both sides lose
Human flaws under the grill
Human flaws under the grill
Human flaws under the grill
Never ever follow the drill
Human flaws under the grill
Human flaws under the grill
Human flaws under the grill
Lips are sealed when the score is nil
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Moonfire
02:59
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Sirens wailing in my ear
As the lights go out
Time to face my deepest fear
Air supplies won’t last
I hear them calling
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
Knock knock!
Pressure steps up a notch
Knock knock!
Why me?
We just came here for the gold
On this god-forsaken rock
But there was someone on our tail
Something that wants us dead
My voice is trembling
Knock knock!
No way
Knock knock!
No one’s responding
Knock knock!
Oh no!
Set the moon on fire
Kill everyone in sight
Moonfire
Set the moon on fire
Burn everyone on-site
Moonfire
Am I the last one here?
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
Knock knock!
Door’s ajar now
Knock knock!
I can see them!!
Set the moon on fire
Kill everyone in sight
Moonfire
Set the moon on fire
Burn everyone on-site
Moonfire
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Men Of The Cloth
03:14
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Holy man
I worship on your altar
Holy man
You’re my pride, you’re my joy
You’re the soft wind
You’re the soft wind on my balls
Where are your pals?
Where is your clan?
Who are the ones you call for backup?
Tell me my friend
Show me your hands
How do you cope with the dread you’ve wrought?
It’s gotta be real
I think this one must be for keeps
He will be ours
Another wee one down the drain
He has the power
He is the fire that kills our rain
Praise to he who reigns
Men of the cloth
Men of the cloth
Men of the cloth have the last laugh
Men of the cloth
Men of the cloth
Men of the cloth, the joke’s on us
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