The Dead by Lostprophets
I pulled the pannel now a hankerin' ache today
A thousand heartbeats will be silenced this way
Well no one listens to words I say
No one cares about anything
The revolution's dying fast
Now set the throne upon this man
Don't say what you want
Cuz there's a thorn in my side
You can take it away
I won't give up inside
You can pull us all in crime
And set aside your name
Here we go!
One, two, three, four!
(your fuckin' (something) goes!)
This! Is!
The one we're fighting for
This! Is!
The one we're living!
Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!
Oh can you hear them screaming?
Whoah-whoa-oh-whoah-oh!
This is! This is!
So tell me, officer
How does it feel
When evil horsemen cause so much -
Catastrophe!
When everything around me falls
The battled man comes through these halls
The punishment by my revenge
With gasoline!
So say what you want
There's a thorn in my side
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