Ladies and Gentlemen We are the things of shapes to come Your freedom's not free or dumb this depression is great The deformation age, they know my name
Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let
me, it's the golden age Everybody's talking about the golden age Yeah, they keep on talking about the golden age Everybody's talking about the golden age
face Though one they never made Held back by the cruel attack They remain afraid And dream to share the light again Here we're living In the golden age
, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It?s the golden age of rock 'n' roll) The golden age of rock 'n' roll will
topped the rise by the middle of morn He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal And a glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel Golden age Golden age Golden age
heard a rumour of a golden age and the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden age the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden age
I don't care if your world is ending today Because I wasn't invited to it anyway You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart But now I'm not an artist
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag Godmod grotesk burlesk drag Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag Godmod grotesk burlesk drag All the goose step girlies
The beauty spot was borrowed Now my sweet life rusts tomorrow I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard Burn your empty rain down on me Whisper your
I'll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside But when I get inside I'll just want to get out I'm your first and last deposit through sickness
Sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the Low Art Gloominati And we aim to depress The Scabaret Sacrilegends This is the Golden Age
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom We're a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon Entertain but never trust anyone
Come on, come on, come on, come on I am overground and outselling it, since God thinks I don't exist The beatings happen per minute This is not blue
I'd fuck you because you are famous I'd fuck you for your money I'd fuck you to control you I'd fuck you so someday I can have half of everything you
Everything has been said before Nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name Babble, babble, bitch, bitch Rebel, rebel
We'll be the worms in your apple pie Fake abuse for our bios, blacken our own eyes Grass isn't greener on the other side We set it on fire and we have
I wake up everyday The wrong side of the bed I won't lay down on the floor Like I'm the whore in your head Call me a failure Pretender, sex-offender,