• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• R&R; - New Model Army
• R&R; - La Ley
• R&R; - Classic Crime
• R&R; - Organic Revolution Orchestra

Days into weeks of Sunday afternoons
Nothing much for us to say nothing real for us to do
Just watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles
in the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymore
it's mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for
and the juggernaut tyranny of oblivion 4/4
Double, triple bluff and then back on itself
a world of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard that song
it was a century of answers and all of them have been wrong.
Wake me in a thousand years
Sorry little island, you look better in the rain
You looked more honest in blue or something we can't see through
and out across the world I see four billion claims
and all of them have faces and all of them have names
Enough. Wake me in a thousand years
The Prozac dawn opens milky white
I don't remember what it was I got so passionate about
It's all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of poverty disguised, deodorised
There's just the scent of money and Privilege still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to start over again
Here comes the Presidential train.
We looked into the crystal and we felt the Fear
but it's already here, it's already too late
We're learning to love the things that we hate
We're learning to love the things that we hate

Ain't no brother gonna save you from this one
Ain't no father gonna save you from this one
Ain't no brother, Ain't no father
Ain't no mother gonna save you from this one
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh ! ! ! ! !
Sixty seasons hunting you to be even
One more reason wanting you to believe that
Ain't no brother, Ain't no father
Ain't no mother gonna save you from this one
Now you' re satanding in the middle of nowhere
You look behind and see no shine of shadow
Ain't no brother, Ain't no father
Ain't no mother gonna save you from this one
Ain't no one.....
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh ! ! ! ! !
Ain't no brother gonna save you form this one
Ain't no father gonna save you from this one
Ain't no brother, Ain't no father
I think I Passed Away
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh ! ! ! ! !

Sick with regret, you sputter out.
Your flame swallowed in doubt.
Light the cigarette and take a breath,
The smoke inflates your chest
And thins your blood so you bleed less inside
Left with the mess that came about,
when you chose to live without
On foreign shores you fight or die
Life's thrown before your eyes and leaves its toll
On your calloused, empty soul
How long, how long will we be desperately alone?
how long, how long?
How long, how long will we have to pay for what we've
done?
how long, how long?
"What we would give to feel alive!"
Through the fog, a muffled cry,
"The anchor's lost and so am I"
We fall victims to the tide
I'm free to drift,
And free to die on my terms now
How long, how long will we be desperately alone?
how long, how long?
How long, how long will we have to pay for what we've
done?
how long, how long?
Yeah!
Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa
Whoa...

Böcker brinner bra å sen finns bara aska kvar
Bilder bleknar bort tills dom inte liknar nåt
Allting försvinner
Glömskan vinner
Tiden ristar dagbok i mitt skinn
Jag läser ärr som blindskrift med handen min
Å varje ärr É ett minne
Jag bär min livshistoria i skinnet
Rör jag ärret i pannan då minns jag med samma
Stenen som flög kunde blivit min död
Men kvar i livet jag stanna
Rör jag ärret på mitt bröst då minns jag N höst
När jag talat med gud skar jag in N figur
för å alltid minnas hans röst
Tiden ristar dagbok i mitt skinn
Jag läser ärr som blindskrift med handen min
Å varje ärr É ett minne
Jag bär min livshistoria i skinnet
Ärren på mina händer gjorda av vildhundens tänder
Att bita mej var det sista han gjorde
det var N go N
Men inget sår var större än det du gav
Det blev hål i mitt hjärta när du gav dig av
Jag var som döende av saknad
Men läkte fort när du kom tillbaka
Tiden ristar dagbok i mitt skinn
Jag läser ärr som blindskrift med handen min
Å varje ärr É ett minne