Friday Night Alone
(专辑: Funeral Disco - 2010)
Everyone, look into the
television now, Hell has risen outta the
elements in the
ground Fellowship of the
sound, Always looking ahead with a
final glance back before we put it to bed It's as good as it gets Wouldn't it get any better if you were my editor? Oh you think you're so very clever? Well you're not. Robots roam the
perimeter Minister on the
soapbox, so very sinister, Isn't it possible to feel better than alive? There's only one way to find out, you better hide Music has never been described as this before, Kiss your forever a
goodbye, better be advised, Weather we decide to level everything or not, Everybody dies Bombs away! Bombs away! Bombs away! Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the
fiery glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the
cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the
door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Everyone, look into the
television now, We need medicine, we need medicine, Put it on the
front page and bold the
lettering The
media's seen enough Leno and Dave Letterman It's plans for the
poor being lost and editing Toss the
prejudice out of this seventh story, Before we see hell on Earth, The
presence of Heaven's glory, They don't give a
fuck about us dying, It's a
science of making money by taking it from somebody as broke as I
am Open up an eye and just look at all the
disease, Crooked politicians are putting on a
routine They're talking about taxes when the
fact is, When half the
fucking country is still in the
short, Cause if their tax bracket Now we live in the
old shell of a
hospital, Cause you made health care impossible People are dying in a
war? Well back home more people are dying cause they're poor! Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the
fiery glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the
cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the
door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the
firey glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the
cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the
door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Everyone, look into the
television now...