Welcome to the riot, it's saturday night
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I'm workin' on red eyes but I'm feeling alright
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Ain't it like a living end, and burning like a flame
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I take it to the limit before the glory fades
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You say our music's brainless-boring punk rock
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A psychedelic nightmare, but when they gonna stop
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Andrew's on Daniel's, Toody's on Bliss
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It's all I ever wanted, the best it ever gets
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My head's a little scattered 'cause I'm working on the dead line
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There's a panic going backstage, something just broke
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Edwin's got a flashlight, looking through the smoke
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Monitors squeeling and I just broke a string
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And Andrew's got beer sprayed all over everything
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Someone tripped the power, the lights are going dim
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People hanging outside trying to get in
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Toody's yelling something, I must be out of tune
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That's the least of my problems, can't hear nothing in this room
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My head's a little scattered 'cause I'm working on the dead line
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Yeah, my life's a broken wire but I'm getting my kicks
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Another night of chaos with Edwin on the mix
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Time to load equipment, where the hell did Andrew go ?
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Weeden's got the t-shirts, and records on the floor
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Hans and Ruud are talking, man, I need a cigarette
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They say we're playing Vera, if we don't get in a wreck
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Toody holds the lighter, when someone has to ask
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"So why's the candle burning ?" "Cause nothing ever lasts"
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My head's a little scattered 'cause I'm working on the dead line
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The Dead Line
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| Dead Moon |
