The Last Tour On Earth

The Reflecting God

Great Big White World

Get Your Gunn

Sweet Dreams

Rock Is Dead

The Dope Show

Lunchbox

I don't like the drugs

The Reflecting God

your world is an ashtray

we burn and coil like cigarettes

the more you cry your ashes turn to mud

it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's

feeling cheated

you've only spent a second of your life

my world is unaffected, there is an exit here

I say it is and then it's true,

there is a dream inside a dream,

I'm wide awake the more I sleep

you'll understand when I'm dead

I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me

saw heaven and hell were lies

when I'm god everybody dies

scar/can you feel my power?

shoot here and the world gets smaller

scar/scar/can you feel my power?

one shot and the world gets smaller

let's jump upon the sharp swords

and cut away our smiles

without the threat of death

there's no reason to live at all

my world is unaffected, there is an exit here

I say it is and then it's true,

there is a dream inside a dream,

I'm wide awake the more I sleep

you'll understand when I'm dead

(bridge)

(chorus)

"each thing i show you is a piece of my death"

shoot shoot shoot motherfucker

no salvation, no forgiveness

"this is beyond your experience"

forgiveness...

2- El Dios que se Refleja

Tu mundo es un cenicero, ardemos y nos consumimos como un cigarrillo 
Cuanto más lloras, tus cenizas se convierten en barro 
 Es la naturaleza de las sanguijuelas 
 Las vírgenes sintiéndose estafadas 
Sólo has gastado un segundo de tu vida 
Mi mundo no está afectado, hay una salida aquí 
Digo lo que es y entonces es verdad
Es un sueño dentro de otro sueño, estoy más despierto cuanto más duermo 
Lo entenderéis cuando esté muerto 
Fui hacia dios sólo para verle, y me estaba viendo a mí 
Vi que el cielo y el infierno eran mentira 
Cuando soy dios todo el mundo muere 
Cicatriz, ¿puedes sentir mi poder? 
Dispara aquí y el mundo se hace más pequeño 
Cicatriz, cicatriz, ¿puedes sentir mi poder? 
Un disparo y el mundo se hace más pequeño 
 Deja que saltemos sobre las espadas afiladas y quitemos nuestras sonrisas 
Sin la amenaza de muerte no hay razón alguna para vivir 
Mi mundo no está afectado, hay una salida aquí 
Digo lo que es y entonces es verdad 
Es un sueño dentro de otro sueño, estoy más despierto cuanto más duermo 
 Lo entenderéis cuando esté muerto 
"Cada cosa que os muestro es un trozo de mi muerte" 
Dispara, dispara, dispara hijo de puta 
No hay salvación, no hay perdón  "
Esto va más allá de toda experiencia" 
Perdón.

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Great Big White World

In space the stars are no nearer they just glitter like a morgue and I dreamed I was a spaceman burned like a moth in a flame and our world was so fucking gone but I'm not attached to your world nothing heals and nothing grows because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves, we used to love one another all my stitches itch my prescription's low, I wish you were queen just for today in a world so white what else could I say? and hell was so cold all the vases are so broken and the roses tear our hands all open mother mary miscarry but we pray just like insects the world is so ugly now because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves, we used to love one another all my stitches itch my prescription's low, I wish you were queen just for today in a world so white what else could I say?

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Get Your Gunn

"I said god damn, I said god damn. Goddamn your righteous..."

Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you don't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your rightous hand
Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn...
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4- Consigue Tu Arma

Maldito dios tu mano virtuosa 
Yo como carne inocente 
El ama de casa a la que le pegaré 
El perfil que yo mataré 
Lo que no quieres que yo haga 
Yo me aplasto a golpes para dormir
Lo que viste que yo segaré 
me marco con cicatrices verás 
deseo que no fuera yo 

Yo soy el palo pequeño 

Me revuelves en mierda 

Yo entonces odio lo que soy 

maldito dios tu mano recta 

maldito dios, maldito dios,

 maldito dios, maldito dios, 

Las pseudo-morales trabajan bien real 

En las charlas para el débil 

Pero tus juicios selectivos 

Y las insignias de tipos buenos 

No significan ni mierda para mí 

Yo lanzo un pequeño ataque 

Yo me herí mi muñeca adolescente 

Lo más que puedo aprender 

Está en los archivos que quemas 

Consigue tu arma, consigue tu arma 

Consigue tu arma, consigue tu arma 

Las pseudo-morales trabajan bien real 

En las charlas para el débil 

Pero tus juicios selectivos 

Y las insignias de tipos buenos

No significan ni mierda para mí 

Yo soy el VHS 

Grábame con tu puño 

Quieres que yo salve el mundo 

Yo soy solo una niña 
Las pseudo-morales trabajan bien real

En las charlas para el débil 

Pero tus juicios selectivos 

Y las insignias de tipos buenos 

No significan ni mierda para mí 

 Consigue tu arma, consigue tu arma 

Consigue tu arma, consigue tu arma... consigue.

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Sweet Dreams/Hell Outro

Sweet dreams are made of this.

Who am I to disagree?

Travel the world and the seven seas.

Everybody's looking for something.

Chorus:

Some of them want to use you.

Some of them want to get used by you.

Some of them want to abuse you.

Some of them want to be abused.

(Repeat First Verse)

(Chorus)

I wanna use you and abuse you.

I wanna know what's inside you.

Whispering and Moaning:

Hold your head up, movin' on.

Keep your head up, movin' on.

(Repeat Three Times)

Movin' on!

(Repeat First Verse)

(Chorus)

I'm gonna use you and abuse you.

I'm gonna know what's inside.

Gonna use you and abuse you.

I'm gonna know what's inside you.

5- Dulces sueños / Salida del Infierno

Dulces sueños son hechos de esto 

¿Quién soy yo para discrepar? 

Viaje el mundo y los siete mares. 

Todos estamos buscando algo. 

(Coro: Algunos de ellos quieren usarte. 

Algunos de ellos quieren ser usados por tí. 

Algunos de ellos quieren abusarte. 

Algunos de ellos quieren ser abusados.) 

(Repita Primer Verso) 

(Coro) 

Yo quiero usarte y abusarte. 

Yo quiero saber que hay dentro de tí. 

(Susurrando y Gimiendo: 

Mantén tu cabeza, moviendo. 

Mantén tu cabeza, moviendo.) 

(Repita Tres Veces) 

¡Moviendo! 

(Repita Primer Verso) 

(Coro) 

Yo voy usarte y abusarte. 

Yo voy a saber que hay adentro. 

Yendo a usarte y abusarte. 

Yo voy a saber que está dentro de tí.
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Rock Is Dead

All simple monkeys with alien babies amphetamines for boys crucifixes for ladies sampled and soulless worldwide and real webbed you sell all the living for more safer dead anything to belong rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that we're fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is in the tv 1,000 mothers are praying for it we're so full of hope and so full of shit build a new god to medicate and to ape sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake anything to belong rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that we're fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is in the tv

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The Dope Show

The drugs they say make us feel so hollow we love in vain narcissistic and so shallow the pimps and fags to swim you have to swallow hate today there's no love for tomorrow we're all stars now in the dope show there's lots of pretty, pretty ones that want to get you high but all the pretty, pretty ones will leave you low and They'll fuck and blow your mind.we're all stars now in the dope show they love you when you're on all the covers when you're not then they love another the drugs they say are made in Cleveland we love your face we'd really like to sell you the cops and queers make good-looking models I hate today who will I wake up with tomorrow? there's lots of pretty, pretty ones that want to get you high but all the pretty, pretty ones will leave you low and They'll fuck and blow your mind they love you when you're on all the covers when you're not then they love another we're all stars now in the dope show

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Lunchbox

On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out "...I don't know if you guys know but we've got some special friends here tonight. There's about a hundred cops wanting to arrest any of us. I think we should say hello to the cops

I wanna grow up, I wanna be, a big rock n roll star

You're so fuckin' beautiful," he repeats. "Now let me hear the middle, motherfuckers!

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Pow pow pow,
pow pow pow,
pow pow pow,
pow pow pow
I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be
So no one fucks with me  

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8- Lonchera

En nosotros está 

La grande intenta pegar su dedo en mi pecho 

Intenta decirme, díme él es el mejor 

Pero yo realmente no le veo una buena causa al dios maldito

Yo conseguí mi Lonchera y me armo realmente bien 

Yo conseguí mi Lonchera y me armo realmente bien 

Yo conseguí mi Lonchera y me armo realmente bien 

Yo quiero crecer 

Yo quiero ser una gran estrella de la música rock
Yo quiero crecer 

Yo quiero ser 

Así nadie me jode 

Yo tengo los lápices en mi bolsillo, intenta soltarme 

Quiero salir, voy a salir 

Al patio de recreo, yendo a tumabr el patio de recreo 

Yo quiero salir 

Luego el jodemadres cogerá mi metal
Luego el jodemadres cogerá mi metal 

Luego el jodemadres cogerá mi metal 

Luego el jodemadres cogerá mi metal 

Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow,

Yo quiero crecer

Yo quiero ser una estrella de la música rock grande 

Yo quiero crecer 

Yo quiero ser 

Así nadie me jode
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I don't like the drugs (but the drugs like me)

Norm life baby "we're white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary." Norm life baby "we're quitters and we're sober our confessions will be televised." you and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs Norm life baby "our god is white and unforgiving we're piss tested and we're praying." Norm life baby I'm just a sample of a soul made to look just like a human being. Norm life baby "we're rehabbed and we're ready for our 15 minutes of shame." Norm life baby "we're talkshown and we're pointing just like christians at a suicide." you and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs "There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine." I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs

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Antichrist Superstar

you built me up with your wishing hell

I didn't have to sell you

you threw your money in the pissing well

you do just what they tell you

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

i shed the skin to feed the fake

REPENT, that's what I'm talking about

whose mistake am i anyway?

Cut the head off

Grows back hard

I am the hydra

now you'll see your star

prick your finger it is done

the moon has now eclipsed the sun

the angel has spread its wings

the time has come for bitter things

(chorus)

the time has come it is quite clear

our antichrist

is almost here...

it is done

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No tuve que venderte, arrojaste tus monedas en el pozo de meadas / Tú sólo haces lo que ellos te dicen / Arrepentimiento, eso es de lo que hablo / Me despojé la piel para alimentar la falsificación / Arrepentimiento, eso es de lo que hablo / ¿De quién soy el error? / Corta la cabeza y vuelve a crecer / Soy la hidra / Ahora veréis vuestra estrella / Pincha tu dedo, está hecho / La luna ahora ha eclipsado al sol, el ángel ha estendido sus alas / Ha llegado el momento de las cosas amargas / El momento ha llegado, está bastante claro/ Nuestro anticristo casi está aquí... está hecho.

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The Beautiful People

How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people!?!

I don't want you and I don't need you

don't bother to resist, I'll beat you

It's not your fault that you're always wrong

the weak ones are there to justify the strong

the beautiful people, the beautiful people

it's all relative to the size of your steeple

you can't see the forest for the trees

you can't smell

your own shit on your knees

Hey you, what do you see?

something beautiful, something free?

hey you, are you trying to be mean?

if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

there's no time to discriminate,

hate every motherfucker

that's in your way

the worms will live in every host

it's hard to pick which one they eat most

the horrible people, the horrible people

it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple

capitalism has made it this way,

old-fashioned fascism

will take it away

(chorus)

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Irresponsible Hate Anthem

May all the children sing...We hate love, we love hate...

I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide

I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper

I am not the animal who will not be himself

fuck it

Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?

Hey victim,

you were the one who put the stick in my hand

I am the ism, my hate's a prism

let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out

fuck it

Let me see your middle fingers, motherfuckers!

Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/

I don't need to choose a side

I better, better, better, better not say this

better, better, better, better not tell

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper

I am the idiot who will not be himself

fuck it

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The Last Day On Earth (Acustic)

Yesterday was a million years ago in all my past lives I played an asshole now I found you, it's almost too late and this earth seems obliviating we are trembling in our crutches high and dead our skin is glass I'm so empty here without I crack and split my xerox hands I know its the last day on earth we'll be together while the planet dies I know it's the last day on earth we'll never say goodbye the dogs slaughter each other softly love burns its casualties we are damaged provider modules spill the seeds at our children's feet I'm so empty here without you I know they want me dead I know its the last day on earth we'll be together while the planet dies I know it's the last day on earth we'll never say goodbye

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Astonishing Panorama Of The End Times

Burst my head like an atom bomb
Pray for the cause like a number one song
We've been waiting so long
To get it on...

Violence kept in by this six foot cage
Want to break out of this Jesus cage
Already torn out the last page
The latest rage

Violence for the people
Always in the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need!
Kill your God
Kill your God
Kill your T.V

Push lifes luck like a quitting God
Burning on this cross like a revelation
In a scripture page
To fucking hate

Violence for the people
Always in the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need!

Kill your God
Kill your God
Kill your T.V
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
This is what you should fear

Violence for the people
Always in the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they...
Violence for the people
Always in the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they...

Kill your God
Kill your T.V.
Kill your God
Kill your T.V.
Kill your God
Kill your T.V.
Kill your God
Kill your T.V.

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bonus disc

COMA WHITE

There's something cold and blank behind her smile she's standing on an overpass in her miracle mile (coma): "you were from a perfect world a world that threw me away today today to run away" a pill to make you numb a pill to make you dumb a pill to make you anybody else but all the drugs in this world won't save her from herself her mouth was an empty cut and she was waiting to fall just bleeding like a polaroid that lost all her dolls (coma): "you were from a perfect world a world that threw me away today today to run away" a pill to make you numb a pill to make you dumb a pill to make you anybody else but all the drugs in this world won't save her from herself 

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GET MY ROCK OFF

Some men need some killer weed Some men need cocaine   Some men need some cactus juice    To purify the brain Some men need two women   Some need alcohol Everybody needs a little something   But lord i need it all To get my rocks off, rocks off To get my rocks off, rocks off   Get my rocks off a mountain and roll 'em on down   I might do you one time I may do you more I might do you into in to something That you ain't ready for I might want your body I might want your bread I might want you momma to visit me instead         To get my rocks off, rocks off         To get my rocks off, rocks off Get my rocks off a mountain and roll 'em on down     Sometimes I dream of chicks To bring me ever lasting joy Sometimes I dream of animals  Sometimes I dream of boys Sometimes I kill the living Sometimes I raise the dead    Sometimes I say "just fuck it all" And roll back into bed    To get my rocks off, rocks off    To get my rocks off, rocks off    To get my rocks off, rocks off Get my rocks off a mountain and roll 'em on down .

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A ROSE AND BABY RUTH

Doo doo doo doo dooooo Doo doo doo doo dooooo 

We had a quarrel A teenage quarrel Now I'm as blue as 

I know how to be I can't call you on the phone I can't even see you at your home So I'm sending you these presents Just to prove that I'm telling the truth  Dare I believe that you will recieve This rose and a baby ruth 

Doo doo doo doo dooooo Doo doo doo doo dooooo 

I, I could have sent you an orchid of some kind But that's all I had in my jeans at the time But when we grow up Something will show up Just to prove I was telling the truth I'll kid you too And I'll hand it to you This rose and a baby ruth Doo doo doo doo dooooo Doo doo doo doo dooooo

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