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Cotton mouth is bleeding, one way glass deceiving
Dope me up on women and credit cards
Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars
The tables set for the bourgeois
Better get in line with your dinner tray
Cause when its all ran out and its just you left
With the nut job swigging his crystal meth
And theres a constant ring of machinery
Is there a place for me in history?
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, now its another day
To shelter from the storm
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
To shelter from the storm
Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding
Its the 21st century aint it cool?
Its taught us how to eat and how to drool
And the wind up merchants are out in force
Telling you my brother to change your course
And you wont be the first to think its wrong
When all you really want is to band a gong
Cause its all sawn up in our misery
Is there a place for me in the history?
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, now its another day
To shelter from the storm
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
To shelter from the storm
We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm.