The road is filled with lost souls…
Heading towards that bottomless abyss…
Looking for some small tear in the atmosphere they can escape thru…
finding none but discomfort.

I see the sun but it blinds my eyes
Oh won’t you ever let me go…
I’m trapped … here…

I see a pretty nuclear sky, I see a pretty nuclear sky
It’s fire red, orange, pink and white
It’s coming in late tonight

I watch your army march on to kill all of my friends and family
Feel your steel-toed boots kick in my door, take my guns and my rights.
Wait a minute I thought this was the land of the free… I guess its not.
got a grenade or two left at home,
I’ll launch my… own war!

I see a pretty nuclear sky, I see a pretty nuclear sky
It’s fire red, orange, pink and white
It’s coming in late tonight

Your missiles land all over my country
my neighborhood
Send a boy off to war
to fight for the rich mans greed of oil
Another day a dollar wiser
stacking the body bags as high as we can

Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.
Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.

Spend your money waste your mind
on the bars and whores, the hotels you buy.
Another day a dollar poorer in Lost Vegas.

Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.
Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.

The nights are a blur, drinking the wine
from the chalice of plenty,
the whores you buy.
Another day spent in hell in Lost Vegas.

Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.
Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.

Married by Elvis by midnight or two,
To a prostitute with five little kids.
Another disease at the breakfast table in Lost Vegas.

Just another dead soul in Lost Vegas.
Just another lost soul in Lost Vegas.

It’s the same thing walking out your door.
Another drive by shooting massacre
It’s the same thing looking out your window.
Another drug deal gone bad.
Cops on the corner preparing the mourners
For the next dead pedestrian.
Got no time like the present for crime.
Overthrow your establishment.

Urban sprawl wont you watch them all crawl,
to the next war.

Urban sprawl wont you watch them all crawl,
to the next massacre.

It’s the same thing watching the TV.
Political misfits win again.
It’s the same thing listing to your radio.
Another bad ad campaign.
Cops on the corners preparing the mourners
for the next dead president.
Got no time like the present for crime.
Overthrow your government.

Urban sprawl wont you watch them all crawl
to the next war.
Urban sprawl wont you watch them all crawl,
to the next massacre.

Another hero is born
in the street - packing heat
Cops on the corners
preparing the mourners
for the next dead president.
Got no time like the present for crime.
Overthrow your government.

I wanna be the soft pillow
under your head when you sleep.
I’ll be the last breath you take
as I smother you in your death bed.

Cause I wanna bring you down.
I wanna burn your soul.
I’ll cast you out to the sea,
burn you up and take you with me.

I’ll be the warm sunlight
upon your face as you walk.
I’ll bury you deep six feet under,
yeah that’s where you’ll sleep
when I’m thru with you.

Cause I wanna bring you down.
I wanna burn your soul.
I’ll cast you out to the sea,
burn you up and take you with me.

I’ll be the guiding light
out in your harbor when you sail.
I’ll be the last thing you see
as I strangle you in my back seat.

I wanna bring you down.
I wanna burn your soul.
I’ll cast you out to the sea,
burn you up and take you with me.

Its so nice to water my garden
during the summer time the leaves are green.
Just to know your buried beneath it
make’s me feel so complete.

I start to worship you
on my knees I will pray.
Look up into your eyes
see your shape change again.

You’re running in you’re running out of time.
Drinking it up.
You’re running in you’re running out of time.
Smoking it up.

Another night in your bed,
I try to escape but the chains are tight.
Guess I’m your slave again,
for the rest of my life.

You’re running in you’re running out of time.
Drinking it up.
You’re running in you’re running out of time.
Smoking it up.

Guess its true what they say.
Once you’ve been bit you never escape.
Caught in your web of lies for the rest of time.

Tell me where to go,
Which way to bend
Am I the right blood type for your society?
Don’t really know where I fit in
Square peg goes in the circle again

Ballet, on Barbed wire

Don’t really wanna be on the street
Where’s it taking me? Direction is free
I’m right in the middle lane,
Trying to get to the exit
Which one is mine? Don’t really know!

Ballet, on barbed wire

These methamphetamines
Are changing me,
Trying to take the place
of the real person
Don’t really know about
Psychotropic drugs, qualudes
will only burn your brain!

Ballet, on barbed wire

In a sea of debt trying to do the right thing
I can’t afford to live my life
Just to eat a few scrapings
to pay my rent on time

We’ve got the blond battery operated whore
On the corner nursing you with gin
We’ve got the peacekeepers firing a gun at the children again
Protecting you from the enemy within

You can’t stop it, it’ll run from you
Try to race it again
You can’t feed it, it’ll eat you
Try to pet it again
Bubble gum chewing see from underneath my table
A rich man with a fork and knife staring at me
Like he’s gonna eat me

I’ve got the time to kill
I’m burning up the streets
Driving down, check you out
Another night you’re with me

Got another thing to say about shipping us off to work
Why do you send off to do your dirty laundry when no one cares

Hi, I’m your local recruiting seargent in your neighborhood
I’ll feed you well arm you to the teeth and send you off to kill
I've got the weapons of destruction at my ease
Soon to sell you all of the faces of death you can breathe

P.S.O.P. Processed Soldiers Of Peace
P.S.O.P Means Fuck Off and War!

I’m shining my gun so I can kill the yellow man
I’m stationed here in Istanbul soon to be off to Pakistan
I’ve got the white dove of peace impaled to my bayonet
And weeping children at my feet asking me to spare their dad!

P.S.O.P. Processed Soldiers Of Peace
P.S.O.P Means Fuck Off and War!

Another day a dollar shorter spending billions on weapons of war
Picking off the diplomats like kids in a candy store.
I’ve been sent to save the day from your enemies
I’ll kill your pets burn your village and make your wife all my own!

P.S.O.P. Processed Soldiers Of Peace
P.S.O.P Means Fuck Off and War!

Another figure head takes its place for the master race
We’re building a base for the EU’s army of death
Once its in the son of six will lead us on a foreign land
Burn the new world's oil fields and send you all to war!

P.S.O.P. Processed Soldiers Of Peace
P.S.O.P Means Fuck Off and War!

It's about a quarter, ‘bout a quarter to three
Said there was some people that were looking for me
I don’t care if I’m going to Hell
Just so long as I ring that bell
And I don’t care what her mamma says
Daddy gets home
He’s gonna find his daughter gone

We’re going to hell
In a motel

We’re going to hell
In a motel

We’re going to hell
In a motel

We’re going to hell
In a motel

Ain’t no fun working on an Alabama chain gang
Breaking rocks all day long in the hot sun
Isn’t a good thing
Take it on the chin
Cops are headed on out
Better crawl out the back door

Smell of gasoline
Watch it all burn
Down and out

Twisted is the night and I’ve fallen
On the beachhead of life and I’m sworn in
Following the dogs to the grave.
What was once buried can never be saved.

You’ll see the light at the end tunnel ain’t so bright after all.
Coming out from the abyss you’re the truest thing to ever fall.

Nights for fighting.
Blood to my knees.
Whip the horses eyes that your riding.
Send em to hell.
Send em to me.

Brother kills brother, another civil war unfolds
From the stories of old.
A full metal jacket, jacket of rage

You’ll see the light at the end tunnel ain’t so bright after all.
Coming out from the abyss you’re the truest thing to ever fall.

Shouting out the lies.
Whipping my brother like Christ
Martyrs now arise
To tell the story, the story of faith

Hell fire be raised
Mother throws her baby from the window
To save the soul.
A devils chance, on the wings of crow

You’ll see the light at the end tunnel ain’t so bright after all.
Coming out from the abyss you’re the truest thing to ever fall.

Apostles March!
Till their job be done
Till their blood screams from the ground.
How much longer?
How much longer now?