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Strung Out - The Kids lyrics
Jason: We call this one The Kids
 Crah! (that weird noise he makes)
 Don't pack your bags
 don't bring your things
 just leave them all behind
 Don't you worry about a letter
 left for someone else to find
 No explanation needed
 to define what we have done
 We've mapped our course
 we've set our sights
 crossed hairs on everyone
 Today it's you and me
 and we're blowin up the world
 We'll climb it's highest peak
 and watch it fall apart
 We are the end result
 we've forged our destiny
 to rebuild it all again
 Spray paint begins to dry
 the message soon becomes
 So obvious that this
 walking adolescent death trips tired of doin time
 They are the reversal
 they are silent
 they are one
 They are everything you made them
 assassination of the young
 Today it's you and me
 and we're blowin up the worldStrung Out - The Kids - http://motolyrics.com/strung-out/the-kids-lyrics.html
 They'll write about us all
 if they get out alive
 We are the end result
 we've forged our destiny
 to rebuild it all again
 You medicate into submission
 And a sleeping monster needs no attention
 You bring me up to bring me down
 You knew one day I'd come around
 This wasteland be our playground
 be our temple
 be our salvation
 We'll fill the seas with gasoline
 and shoot the sun right out the sky
 The spark of our imagination
 will keep all hope from running dry
 They'll write about us all
 if anyone gets out alive
 to build it all again
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 Professor/scientist voice: This is the beginning, this is the
 beginning of the rest of the future now and from now on
 there will simply be all these robots walking around, feeling
 nothing, thinking nothing, and there will be nobody left almost
 to remind them that there once a species called a human
 being, with feelings and thoughts and that history and
 memory are right now being erased and soon nobody will
 really remember that life existed on the planet.
Voice in crowd/one of the guitarists: Every fucking day! Yeah!














