We pierced the side of the idol
With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar
Bottled the water from the wound
Holy relic - the essence of star
But what does she care, it's just another blankstare
To a world that loves or hates you on a dare
Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair'
So let this be a drink to quench the uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst
And when this one at least guilded cage has been
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb
What have you done, Mark David Chapman?
Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead you to some meaning of truth
Bombs and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof
That the emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the sad interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing
If we wear out eachother it's ok, just go buy another
So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found
Let this be release, forever unwound.
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Als eerbetoon aan John Lennon schreef de band ...And you will know us by the trail of dead! dit nummer, Mark David Chapman.
Post hier alles over Lennon, al is het maar voor even.
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door bogus op 07-12-2000 16:10]
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
They hurt you at home and they hurt you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ****ing crazy you can't follow their rules
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
And then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't even function you're so full of fear
Keep you doped with religion and sex and T.V.
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be just like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
R.I.P
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Zanderrr op 07-12-2000 16:14]
quote:Ga je gang Doc!
Op 07 december 2000 17:02 schreef Doc het volgende:
Mag ik in dit topic ook de 57e verjaardag van Jim Morrison (geb. 8 dec. 1943) vieren?
quote:Er was er een jarig, hoera, hoera
Op 07 december 2000 17:40 schreef bogus het volgende:
Ga je gang
dat kon je wel zien dat was hij
Dat vonden wij allen zo prettig ja ja
En daarom zongen we blij!
Hij leve nog hoera hoera
hij leve nog hoera etc.