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Sheep in Wolves Clothing
02:34
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(Verse)
Looking for a sense individuality,
But I can't find a shred of fuckin' originality.
Fighting a fight I'm not sure is mine,
Teetering on the edge of a steady decline.
MTV has been shit since I can remember,
cartoons and toys to train a young consumer.
A revolution in love with honesty,
can't survive on insincerity.
(Chorus)
Rebel! against the system,
but don't know why.
I've been told are the reasons,
But my actions I can't define.
Screaming that I won't, I won’t be bought or sold,
But am I just doing what I'm told?
(Verse)
so many people are being used,
How can I be sure It's not happening to me too?
Are the ideas in my head really my own?
Am I just a sub-culture drone.
the suburban blight I couldn't abide,
But in rejecting it did I swallow another lie?
Can anyone tell me one thing that's true?
Or do you want me to think like you?
(Chorus)
Rebel against the system,
but don't know why.
I've been told are the reasons,
But my actions I can't define.
Screaming the I won't be bought or sold,
I wonder if I'm just doing what I'm told.
(Bridge)
I'm not the clothes,
I'm not the words,
Not the music,
Not the shows.
I'm not the drama,
I'm not the mold,
Not the scene,
Not the fight.
I am the pride,
I am the soul,
The determination,
And the goal,
I am the heart,
I am the mind,
The Ideals,
And the might!
(Chorus)
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2. |
I'm Fucking Mad
03:43
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Verse
Sometimes I get so mad, I can barely speak.
I can’t follow the path, of the fucking meek.
The enemy thinks that, we’re a fucking joke.
They can’t understand us, they’ve never been broke.
Or kicked around, kept down in the shit.
This whole class system, I’m sick of it.
Everybody knows that something’s terribly wrong.
I’m so tired of the same damn punk rock song.
it makes me laugh-makes me shake-makes me hate-I want to escape-HA-HA-HA! x5
Verse
They bind you up in contracts, strangle you with loans.
& when you die your family can’t afford to bury your bones.
You can own your own house, but rent the land from the state.
Sell your soul for a mail in rebate.
Pinching pennies, collecting coins, Scraping to get by.
We go through the motions, but never ask why.
A future uncertain, against overwhelming odds.
We’ll show them we’re not just some lost cause.
it makes me laugh-makes me shake-makes me hate-I want to escape -HA-HA-HA! x5
Verse
Your boots click against the pavement, of the dingy streets.
See the scars of oppression, on all the faces that you meet.
Going through life, with no hope at all.
At least that way you can handle the fall.
Some times living feels like a wound, that will never heal.
The waving flag & American dream, oh fucking get real.
So many just give in & slide into a regular routine.
But not us we’ll stay strong & strive to be free.
we’ll live out lives-without their hate-without their ideas, and finally escape! x5
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3. |
The Beast
03:51
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Verse
I, just wanted you to know,
That i feel, I feel so low.
Never meant this to happen to you.
The blood upon the floor.
the broken & splintered door.
The sirens scream,
And i hope to god that this is just a dream.
I wake up in my bed,
Images swirling in my head.
But my clothes are torn ,
And there's the taste of copper in my MOUTH!
Chorus
The full moon calls to me, the beast deep inside.
Scratching and struggling to be free, in the woods I wait and hide.
The scent of my prey, is driving me insane.
And I attack without delay, as they scream out in terror and pain.
Verse
Blood splattered on the ground,
the woods are still there's no sound.
Some one screams at what I've done,
I panic and crying I start to run.
Heart pounding in my chest.
I ask god for one request.
That They'll strike me down, and save this whole damned town.
I NEVER MEANT FOR THIS. NEVER MEANT TO SURVIVE THE WOLF'S KISS.
I'M A SLAVE TO THE WICKED MOON,
I FEEL THE CHANGE WHICH SEALS YOUR DOOM!
Chorus
The full moon calls to me, the beast deep inside.
Scratching and struggling to be free, in the woods I wait and hide.
The scent of my prey, it’s driving me insane.
And I attack without delay, as they scream in terror and pain.
Verse
I'm afraid I've killed again,
my weakness my greatest sin.
and as it gently starts to rain,
I buy a silver bullet to lodge in my brain.
I Just can't go on,
This evil has lived for to long.
The monster that you'll never see,
Please darling forgive me.
I NEVER MEANT TO DO YOU HARM.
THOUGHT YOU WERE PROTECTED BY THE ANCIENT CHARM.
BUT I SHOULD'VE KNOWN FROM THE START,
THAT I'D END UP TEARING YOU APART!
Chorus
The full moon calls to me, the beast deep inside.
Scratching and struggling to be free, in the woods I wait and hide.
The scent of my prey, it’s driving me insane.
And I attack without delay, as they scream in terror and pain.
Verse
The Line ends here and now,
The wolf inside starts to growl.
I pull the hammer back,
Get ready for my life to fade to black.
My hands start to shake,
I tell myself there's too much at stake.
The moonlight starts to creep in,
It's to late the transformation begins.
SKIN RIPPED,
FUR IS RELEASED.
I HOWL IN PAIN FOR IT ALL TO CEASE,
MY CLAWS AND FANGS ARE READY FOR THE FEAST,
WHY TRY TO FIGHT IT?
I AM THE BEAST.
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4. |
Resurrect Me
04:43
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Verse
Floating up above, or creeping below.
I'm watching you darlin', Wherever you go.
At the funeral they said, I was taken to soon.
It all happened one lazy, Sunday afternoon.
The car crashed into my side,
crushed my skull I was still alive.
Broken bones and twisted flesh,
Glass in my hair I was a mess.
The light fades as I go blind,
You’re the last thing on my mind.
Tell me I'm the only one,
Summon my soul and I'll come.
Chorus
Resurrect me, from the grave.
Resurrect me, And I’ll be your willing slave.
Resurrect me, Our love is true,
Resurrect me, I'm comin' back to you
Whoa-a-oh
Verse
Light some candles, let the seance begin.
Feel my fingers, caress your skin.
The veil's getting weaker, I'm gonna break through.
At the stroke of midnight, Your dark dreams will come true.
Bolts of lightning flash outside,
The fearful run and hide.
Doors fly open, mirrors break. the ground starts to shake.
Swarms of bats start to fly, The hordes of ghouls start to cry.
your heart pounds in your head, here comes the living dead.
(Chorus)
Resurrect me, from the grave.
Resurrect me, And I’ll be your willing slave.
Resurrect me, Our love is true,
Resurrect me, I'm comin' back to you
Whoa-a-oh
Solo
(Chorus)
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5. |
Subculture Swing
05:11
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Verse
When I was so much younger, not so long ago.
I looked around and decided, I didn't fit societies mold.
So I went searching, for a place to belong,
Where I didn't feel so wrong.
Then I met some people who seemed to be like me,
With their peace & love, and desire to being free.
So I tie-dyed my shirts, put beads in my hair, Went all the way,
I became... a hippy that day.
Chorus
But I couldn't eat granola and lay down in the hay,
Letting the world around me waste away, oh no.
Didn't want their debt, their drugs, their weak-ass code.
Any of that shit, So I said..."Fuck off"
Verse
So I got a little older, just trying to tune in,
to something, I could believe in.
So I started listening to industrial goth, dressed all in black,
Hanging out in cemeteries, thought I would never look back.
Then I met some people, fellow children of the night,
We banded together, ready for societies fight.
Wearing make-up and trench coats, just being a freak all the way.
I became.... A goth that day.
Chorus
But I couldn't be that pretentious or spiteful,
Didn’t' care about appearances of being beautiful.
didn't want Their style, Their bias, Their self-importance.
Any of that shit, So I said..."fuck off"
Verse
Still I swore, I'd find my own scene,
I wanted that more, than anything.
Found a group that seemed to have it all,
My punk-rock family that wouldn’t fall.
Got a Mohawk & patches on my jeans,
Lived by ideals and ethics within my means.
Listened to some music made some friends.
I'm a punk rocker my search was at an end, Whoa!
(Solo)
Chorus
But I was wrong again, they were all the same,
At each others throats, playing the same popularity game.
Didn't want their Uniform, Their attitudes or double-standards.
Any of that shit, So I said....."Fuck Off"
Verse
We have the power to be who we be,
To make the kind of world that we wanna see.
So come on, get out of your pretty little box,
I don't care if you’re a punk,hick, hippy, or goth.
I just want me to be me, and you to be you
And us to be free.
from the government and media that’s so shallow
and the diatribe that we just won't swallow.
The dissent that we sew.
Against the system, that keeps us, keeps us from running this whole SHOOOOOOOWHOOOOOO
AAAAA-OOOOHHH
AAAAA-OOOOHHH
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
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6. |
The Weekend
02:30
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Verse
You slave & toil day after day,
For a crummy job with meager pay.
A cog in the machine 5 days a week,
fighting for a future not so damn bleak.
You put down your time card, pick up a sign,
fighting for the rights that you've been denied.
Well leave the job and leave the fight,
And that your luck it's a Friday Night!!
Chorus
So get off the soapbox & grab a beer,
Forget the struggle, forget the fear.
Just relax & don't give a care,
Join the party (WE'LL SEE YOU THERE!)
Because tonight, is just for us,
To enjoy life, without the fuss.
Tomorrow the struggle will go on,
But tonight is just for fun!
OI-OI-OI-OI
Verse
You give all you got till there's no more,
40 hours a week your life’s a bore.
Beaten down by the daily grind,
all the politics and games fuck with your mind.
Doing everything you can do,
to stop all of those who fuck with you.
When people look at you with scorn.
Say ”I’ve been working class since I was born!!”
(Chorus)
So get off the soapbox & grab a beer,
Forget the struggle, forget the fear.
Just relax & don't give a care,
Join the party (WE'LL SEE YOU THERE!)
Because tonight, is just for us,
To enjoy life, without the fuss.
Tomorrow the struggle will go on,
But tonight is just for fun!
OI-OI-OI-OI
Bridge to the Outro
(sing along!)
So have a drink, with your friends
Hope this night never ends! x2
HAVE A DRINK, WITH YOUR FRIENDS,
HOPE THAT THIS NIGHT NEVER ENDS!
HAVEADRINK, WITHYOURFRIENDS,
HOPETHATTHISNIGHT, NEVER ENDS!
HAVADRINK,WITHYURFRENDS,
HOPETHATTHISNITENEVEREEEEEEEEEEEENDS!
NEVEREEEEEEEEEEEEENDS!
OI-OI-OI X4
OIOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOYYYEAH
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7. |
Poor Sheep
02:48
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8. |
Porn Shop
03:40
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