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Cult Classic

Scarlet

Released on Mar 9, 2004 by Ferret Music

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Welcome to the world of the manic depressed Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest Hold me closer when this world ends We could share our endorphins We could sleep with loaded shotguns and trigger happy trends To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends For the panic attacked and the socially phobic The human pets neurotic and hopeless We're all hopeless tonight I don't need your therapy I don't want you telling me Everything will be alright
Johnny, get your gun I'm not afraid to die Johnny, get your gun For a suicide pact tonight Burning out with the Hollywood hopefulls Johnny, I'm not your dying star Ultra violence Wrapped in cellophane Bound and gagged in the back of my car That cardboard cut out icon was my swinging rope and skipping toes My world came crashing down
The joy decoys are coming Dirty as a dollar and twice as numbing Backstabbing salesmen telling you how to feel Door to door gunpoint They are making you knee The rip-off artists are coming Selling your flesh to the meat markets and running Sleazy used car salesmen telling you how to feel If you want love, you can buy love Everyone is for sale Your devil in a three-piece suit is here His gun is coked to shoot who is near You are the money hungry prostitute swine Selling your soul one dollar at a time You are the money hungry prostituting swine Open your legs and recite these lines.
Hey suicide soldier With the weight of the world on your shoulders Has everything left you tired? Feeling drained and uninspired? Well, you’re just a freak Like the rest of us Just a lonely freak Falling out of touch When everything feels like it’s just too much Sing along to a disposable song Now you’re one of us Hey suicide soldier I've got enough matches to burn down Rome It’ll give you something to live for Something to die for Something other than being alone This is the sound of noise pollution This is the burning bra revolution You are the discarded nation Burning down every radio station When you need an anthem to feel Sing it loud sing it proud GO. FIGHT. KILL.
You need me And I need this illusion of safety I’m just too scared of being alone Without you, my air supply is low And my heart is going to explode Feed me a steady diet of resuscitator thrusts Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble And look at what it’s doing to us So put me on your life support My pulse is fading and my breath is short So put me on your life support I’m damaged goods on your police report You were the adrenaline shot to my heart When euphoria and I just couldn’t part Look at the lonely people, decayed and feeble And look at what it’s doing to us
Looking into her shadowed eyes Looking into her shadowed skies Dead America Breathing her air Feeling her scare Dead America The streets are throbbing with fear
Does this hurt you? Does this make you feel alive? Can I be the lover in your bed? Sinning by your side If I cut you will you bleed? If I touch you will you need? Annie, pull me closer Annie, crush me harder Take my breath away Fell your blood flow Feel me down slow I know I’m the best you’ve ever had Your Mr. Big shot Your Mr. Cheap shot Hey, whatever makes you come
Are you vulnerable right now? Can I own you somehow? Do I make you feel degraded? Like a worthless piece of meat, bound beaten and overrated Nymphoteens silver screens We are all just fiends Tell me I’m your sex machine Living out your wettest dream Making every nympho scream or date raping every teen I'm your narcissistic self-esteem
Hey human pollen Infect us all Our rubber gloves Will protect our fall Just let the A.I.D.S. police go ahead and shoot first And ask questions alter Shoot, shoot Let them shoot Let them let them shoot Let them shoot Neophytes are alive by insect bites Showing every flaw in fluorescent lights Shoot shoot Let them shoot Let them let them shoot Let them shoot
This static hit the airwaves This gimmick hit the big time We bought these makes in California Where those plastic surgeons are the crime Liars and fakers are good moneymakers Two-faced, double crossed, and vacant We started a suicide cult today And killed ourselves for the cliché Would you follow each other to the next big thing? Of shooting yourself in the face Would you bleed yourself dry? Just to live out that lie? And for one empty embrace Bulimic and hostile Are you sedated? Are you the emaciated?
Army ants living a little whit lie A slave to the wage and the nine to five I want the monotony I need the anonymity My job defines who I am It’s my personal Jesus It’s the evolution of man My net worth tells me who I am This is something you can’t understand …anymore Take it all and beg for more We’re all drugged monkeys Content with our role We’re all porn junkies Looking for a hole
Dead presidents Bleeding America blue Dear presidents Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o’ clock news Your right hand man is sharpening his knives Side by side One by one Standing in line to die It’s the pixilated face of your fear Is he living next door? Or is he near? So just do whatever it takes to sedate yourself between commercial breaks because the psychotic hype has arrived No one’s getting out alive
This is the mannequin campaign This is the shock value refrain For the drug addicts And the stoned fanatics Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs Drag queens cross-dressed and gender bent Laying on all fours to pay rent For the drug addicts And the stoned fanatics Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs This is the mannequin campaign of the bleached white The run way models whoring themselves at night For the drug addicts And the stoned fanatics Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
I’ve covered all my traces And given all the facelifts This is the black hole that I have become You are the reason that I am so numb I’m blowing the cover Of a two-timing lover This is the black hole that I have become You are the reason that I am so numb
The sky is falling on our T.V. screen Mass hysteria for an American dream The Anti-Christ is coming to kill your young Load your firearms Because security is a warm warm gun Armageddon well packaged and formatted for your T.V. screen With fagged-out politicians and pop star rape machines Give us more medication So we can run away from another day Give us more isolation Because it works for me Give us more desperation Because it works for me
Ms. Doe I’ve been watching you Outside your window Cutting myself to feel new I want to tie you up, and pin you down Ms. Doe You’re my only muse This blindfold and this gag, they’re both for you I want to tie you up, and pin you down I want to feel lost and feel found My nerves are shot and my wrists are slit I’m your stalker and you’re my fix You’re my fix You’re my fix You’re my fix

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