Utopia Lyrics
Utopia Lyrics
"Winston Smith Takes It On The Jaw Lyrics"
Something Bad Is Gonna Happen Lyrics
My intention this deception doesn't seem to impress me anymore Three in the morning So the city should be sleeping Let's take a trip on to th
My intention this deception doesn't seem to impress me anymore Three in the morning So the city should be sleeping Let's take a trip on to th
We got no razor blades, we got no victory gin
I got no tiny alcove to hide myself in
To say things weren't good would not be an untruth
But I just met a girl from the anti-sex youth
We get up in the morning for physical jerks
We might pass in the hall as we're going to work
Am I Dead? Lyrics
There's something stirring in my soul Something pushing at my door Life has become, a bore I have no feelings anymore Am I dead,
I have found us a place where there's no telescreenThere's something stirring in my soul Something pushing at my door Life has become, a bore I have no feelings anymore Am I dead,
And there's no hidden mikes and it's not too unclean
While the high remain high
and the middle change places
The low don't want to know they tell all with their faces
She might sit afront of me for the two minutes hate
I might see her
Best Friend Lyrics
Verse: Whenever I'm down I call on you my friend A helping hand you lend in my time of need So I'm calling you now just to make it through W
again if it's not already too lateVerse: Whenever I'm down I call on you my friend A helping hand you lend in my time of need So I'm calling you now just to make it through W
So they will take the book away from me
So let them catch me talking in my sleep
I guess I never really understood the law
So Winston Smith takes it on the jaw
So let's do what we want, it makes no difference now
When the thought police find us,
Polyethylene (parts 1 & 2) Lyrics
go tears of joy now scare ourselves of all that you want to be just got paid and now you're going, how inside you please if i get scared I
we're dead anyhowgo tears of joy now scare ourselves of all that you want to be just got paid and now you're going, how inside you please if i get scared I
Kick us out of the party and bust us to parole
Then they'll stuff us both into a memory hole
So let them haul me off to 101
Public confessions of everything we've done
Of everything I heard and everything I saw
When Winston Smith takes it on the jaw