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The men who rule the world
Have made a fucking mess
The history of power
The worship of success

The King is in the counting house
He's chairman of the board
The women who crowd the courtrooms
All accused of being whores


Money, money, money
Money, money, money
The fleecing of the people
All the fucking time
They call it self-preservation
But we call it a crime

Tented citiеs on sidewalks
Underneath thе clouds
Imaginary neighbours
With plastic cups and paper crowns

Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the fucking time
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the fucking time

The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator


Now let's save all of the animals
Let's save all the squid
Let's load them onto the mother-ship
With the elders and the kids (let's go)

Save great works of genius
The birds, the bugs, the seeds
And make it a crime to tell a lie again
And watch those haters bleed


Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Oh, money, money, money
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the fucking time
Stuck inside my head

The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator


Songwriters: Butch Vig / Douglas Elwin Erickson / Shirley Ann Manson / Steve W Marker
 



There's a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed
There's a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed
Oh, you were a vampire and baby I'm the walking dead
Oh, you were a vampire an baby I'm the walking dead

I got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around
I got a lot to think about, oh yeah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

There's a rocking chair by the window, down the hall
I hear something there, in the shadow down the hall
Oh, you were a vampire and now I am nothing at all
Oh, you were a vampire and now I am nothing at all

I got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around
I got a lot to think about, oh yeah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, ha-ha-ha

They used to dance in the garden
In the middle of the night
Dancin' out in the garden
In the middle of the night

Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light
Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light

I got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around
I got a lot to think about

II got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around
I got a lot to think about, oh yeah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah (yeah)
Oh, yeah (oh-oh)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah (yeah)
Oh, yeah

Songwriters: Johnette Napolitano
 



The day was nearly over
They were hosing down the house
They caught sight of her poor body
In the rushes and the mud

She lay where she had fallen
They had hunted high and low
But Winter had come early
And she had been covered up by snow

It took an hour to cut her
From the spot where she was found
A bright red velvet ribbon
Was tangled in her gown

Her skin was icy white
Her veins were thin and blue
There was black ink on her fingers
And blood on her toes and her shoes

Bees made honey upon her lips
Lips I've waited so long to kiss
She seemed so pure without a doubt
'Til the last red drop leaked out

Destroying angels
I knew you so well
Destroying angels
No lies will you tell
No lies will you tell

Some things they are so painful
No words for them exist
And everyone was solemn
As they laid her in the dirt

I stood trembling by her graveside
With everybody else
My sins and all my secrets burn
Like fat inside my chest

I could tell you that I loved you more
Than I ever loved myself
I could swear I'd never harm a hair
Upon her lovely head

But I stole her savage beauty
She will never lie again
I stuffed her full of death caps
And it killed my angel dead

Bees made honey upon her lips
Lips I've waited so long to kiss
She seemed so pure without a doubt
'Til the last red drop leaked out

Destroying angels
I knew you so well
Destroying angels
No lies will you tell
No lies will you tell

Songwriters: Bryan Vig / Christine Cervenka / Douglas Erickson / John Duchac Nommensen / Shirley Manson / Steve Marker
 
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