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Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere
I Was Born In The Middle Of An Air Raid
Since I Hit The Dirt, I Was On The Run
The Son Of A Gun And A Switchblade
Got My Uzi Lying On My Bed Stand
I Made Napalm In My Sink
Pipe-Bomb In My Pants Pocket
I Just Put Cyanide In Your Drink
Mic Stand s Always At My Side
Jack-Knife In My Boot
Fully Automatic Machine-Gun
Is Loaded And Ready To Shoot
I Strayed Off The Beaten Path
Now There s No Place To Hide
My Sadness And My Wrath
Contemplated Suicide
Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere
I Lost My Way
No Money To Pay My Fare
The Driver Drove Away
I Remember Sunny Winter Sundays Spent
Shooting At The Sun With My Bb-Gun
Thinking, "This Is The Way That Life Should Be
Some Birds, Some Bbs, My Gun And Me."
But That Isn t The Way That Life Should Be
This Is The Way That Life Should Be
Guitars, Drums, A Mic And Me
The Band, Some Roadies, Electricity
Blasting Forth With A Million Watts Of Power
The Weak Get Sick And The Timid All Cower
Cause We re Like A Gun And We re Taking Aim
Out Music s The Bullet, The Target Is Your Brain
The Guitar, Like A Laser, Cuts Through Your Head
You Drop To Your Knees And Wish You Were Dead
Than I Grab The Mic And I Start To Shout
Your Ear-Drums Burst And Your Brains Drain Out
When The Bass Kicks In, Your Bones Are Crushed
Your Eyes Roll Back As You Get A Rush
Then The Drums Pound You Right Into The Floor
Now You re Rotten To The Core

Lyrics: Brecht
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