Texty:
Pop Will Eat Itself The Looks Or The Lifestyle

and out-underground Down here, talk to us, we'll here, the future is here Walk with us from here In 1993, I will be three O years inside this body I

Escaping the twilight, drinking till sunrise I never thought a head like this would persist I could be dead at 33 like Belushi Drain myself away like

Is everybody happy? Everbody's happy now! Everybody's singing! Everbody's happy, maahn! We're bulletproof! You + I! Unify! You + I! Unify! You + I! Unify

on, I say, I'll make your day I'll give you what you want But the price you pay is the pleasure The pleasure is mine I say, "Looked into your blackened

My mamma told me to tell you "No more! No more! No more Mr. Niceguy!" ------------------------------------------------