| Lyrics: | Wishful thinking, eyes are blinking,
In the sun the garbage stinking.
To ignore the rancid,
won't make it go away.
Untruth spoke through blistered lip,
Unclean thoughts that take the
step,
Down upon the roaches,
Won't go away.
Born! to follow!
To be the first to
swallow,
Garbage from the plate.
Now! to borrow!
A match, ignite the gasoline,
To
burn away.
Surviving through a gasoline dream,
In the month the razon blade
gleam,
Slashing up the tongue, won't make it go away.
On a binge of self
destruction,
Children of the reconstruction,
Suck the tit of discontent,
Go
away.
Slam! slam down!
Respond in kind malcontent,
Don't go away.
Burn! burn
down!
Temple of the conscience,
Don't go away.
I was soaked in
gasoline,
Playin' with a match.
I was everything I seemed,
They stood and
watched.
Ate from your table!
Ate from your hand!
Eight days of waiting!
Buried in
the sand!
Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love.
Burn away the conscience, burn
away, my love.
Take away my dignity, take away my pain,
Take just for taking, we are one in
the same...
Burn... Burn...
Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love.
Burn away
the conscience, burn away, my love. |
