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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 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 rining 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. Well now the caretaker's the undertaker Now I'm gonna go out And get the Peacemaker. Vendetta, Sweet Vendetta This beretta of the night, This fire and the desire, Shots rining out on a holy Parasite. 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. Death to the ones at the end of the serenade, Death to the ones at the end of the serenade.   Dreaming I am only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain have washed away All the scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laugher Songs of yesterday Now live in the underground Life before the lobotomy Christian sang the eulogy Sing my love a lost memory Run the end of the century Well, it's enough to make you sick To cast a stone and throw a brick When the sky is falling down It burned your dreams into the ground Christian's lesson is what he's been sold We are normal and self-controlled Remember to learn to forget Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes Well I'm not stoned I'm just fuck up I got so high I can't stand up I'm not cursed 'cause I've been blessed I'm not in love 'cause I'm a mess Like refugees We are lost like refugees Like refugees We are lost like refugees The brutality of reality Is the freedom that keeps me from Dreaming I am only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain have washed away All the scattered dreams Dying Everyone's reminded Hearts are washed in misery Drenched in gasoline Laughter There is no more laugher Songs of yesterday Now live in the underground  