AMERICAN PSYCHO
IF YOU KNOW ONE THING, KNOW YOURSELF
BECAUSE YOU CAN’T KNOW SOMEONE ELSE
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT, I STILL REMAIN AT LARGE
NOW I KNOW THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE ME, NOW I KNOW THAT THERES JUST
NOTHING INSIDE
(X2)
DARKNESS LEADS TO COLORING
EVEN BRIGHT DAYS
WOULD BE PAINFUL WITHOUT SHADE. SHADE. SHADE. SHADE.
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT, I STILL REMAIN AT LARGE
NOW I KNOW THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE ME
I LACK THE PIECES OF A HUMAN BEING
DARKNESS LEADS TO COLORING
EVEN BRIGHT DAYS WOULD BE PAINFUL WITHOUT SHADE
HORROR LEADS TO COMEDY
EVEN ARTISTS EXECUTE NEGATIVE
SPACE BETWEEN EVERY VICTIM
THIS IS RANDOM
WHY DO I TEAR YOU APART?
START DESTRUCTION
NOW I KNOW THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE ME
NOW I KNOW THAT THERE’S JUST NOTHING INSIDE
(BREAKDOWN)
NOW I KNOW THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE ME
NOW I KNOW THAT THERE’S JUST NOTHING INSIDE
(X3)
DARKNESS LEADS TO COLORING
EVEN BRIGHT DAYS WOULD BE PAINFUL WITHOUT SHADE
HORROR LEADS TO COMEDY
EVEN ARTISTS EXECUTE NEGATIVE SPACE
IF YOU KNOW ONE THING KNOW YOURSELF, BECAUSE YOU CAN’T KNOW SOMEONE
ELSE
YOU DRIVE LIKE YOU’RE IN A TANK
AND YOU’RE TANKED
WITH THE WAY YOU’RE CHANGING LANES
NO WONDER YOU’RE BANGED UP
MAYBE YOU SHOULD HANG UP
DO WHAT’S RIGHT, DO WHAT’S RIGHT, DO WHAT’S RIGHT
NOW
AND PULL IT OVER TO THE RIGHT
YOU PICKED THE WRONG TIME TO FUCK WITH ME
YOU ROLL LIKE THE ROAD IS YOURS
UNINSURED, WITH THOSE BENT, EXPIRED PLATES
PUTTING MAKEUP ON
INSIDE THE PASSING LANE
NOT THAT BRIGHT, NOT THAT BRIGHT, NOT THAT BRIGHT, CLOWN
SO PULL IT OVER TO THE RIGHT
I SEE YOUR PARKING STICKER
I SEE YOUR VISOR CHRIST
BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT THE WHEEL IN MY HAND
CAN DECIDE YOU FUCKER
(BREAKDOWN)
YOU DRIVE LIKE YOU’RE IN A TANK
IN THE WAY AND YOU’RE DRIVING LIKE A BITCH
YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT
I’LL PUT YOU IN A DITCH
DO WHAT’S RIGHT, DO WHAT’S RIGHT, DO WHAT’S RIGHT
NOW
AND PULL IT OVER TO THE RIGHT
YOU PICKED THE WRONG TIME TO FUCK WITH ME
I SEE YOUR PARKING STICKER
I SEE YOUR VISOR CHRIST
BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT THE WHEEL IN MY HAND
CAN DECIDE YOU FUCKER
I SEE YOUR MOUTH IS RUNNING
I SEE YOUR FINGER FLY
BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
THAT THE WHEEL IN MY HAND
CAN DECIDE YOUR FUCKING LIFE
DRIVE NAILS IN THE WALLS THAT HOLD YOU
ART IN ARTIFICIAL LIGHT
POOR FOOL DECORATES AN ALTAR
THEN SERVES AS SACRIFICE
10’ X 10’ (X4)
TAKE A BREAK, THE PERFECT GETAWAY
ALL ACCOMMODATIONS PAID
RELAXED SURROUNDINGS SOOTHE YOU
DESIGNED TO KEEP YOU TAME
TEN BY TEN - YOU BUILT THE BOX, YOU LEARN TO LIVE IN IT
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
IT’S JUST A MATTER OF GREED, IT’S NOT A MATTER OF ROOM
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
HOW DO THE ONE PERCENT STEER WITH SUCH POWER?
10’ X 10’ (X4)
IT’S WRONG (X2)
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
IT’S JUST A MATTER OF GREED, IT’S NOT A MATTER OF ROOM
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
HOW DO THE ONE PERCENT STEER WITH SUCH POWER?
OLD WEALTH ACCRUES AND IT’S LOCKED AND GATED
I START TO THINK WHY DON’T WE JUST TAKE IT?
WE LIVE AND DIE
WE SHOULD DECIDE
NO HOME A CAGE, NO LIFE A WASTE
10’ X 10’ (X2)
YOU BUILT THE BOX, YOU LEARN TO LIVE IN IT
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
IT’S JUST A MATTER OF GREED, IT’S NOT A MATTER OF ROOM
THIS IS NOT WHERE PEOPLE BELONG
HOW DO THE ONE PERCENT STEER WITH SUCH POWER?
10’ X 10’
10’ X 10’
BRUTAL HORROR PEOPLE DIE
THE HEAT OF A HUNDRED SUNS
THEY’RE ALL WASTED
MERCENARIES BUTCHER EVERYONE
THE BATTLES RAGE
THE GERMS ESCAPE
A TOXIC ATMOSPHERE
TRY TO BREATHE AND ONLY DROWN
YOU CHOKE ON POISON AIR
YEAH
THE END
THE END
THE END
I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOU, IN FACT I LOOK AWAY
FOREFATHERS, WELL FUCK THEM
THE DEAD DON’T EVER PAY
IF THIS IS WHAT THEY HAD IN MIND
I’M PISSING ON THEIR GRAVES
A SPOILED BREED OF ROYALTY
WAITED ON BY SLAVES
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
AND TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER LICKS A SILVER PLATE
WILL BE THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER WE ASSASSINATE
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER COUNTS A FALSE RETURN
WILL BE THE LAST MOTHERFUCKER AS THE PALACE BURNS
SO AS THE BUGLES RUN THROUGH TAPS
YOU THINK WE’RE ALL CONTENT WITH SCRAPS
WELL HOLD THE PHONE AND STOP THE SHOW
I’VE GOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING
YOU THINK WE’LL LEARN, BUT NOT SO FAST
AS BODY PARTS LAND IN OUR LAPS
BURY THE BONES OF THE UNKNOWN
NO ONE SHOULD DIE FOR NOTHING
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
AND TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER LICKS A SILVER PLATE
WILL BE THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER WE ASSASSINATE
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER COUNTS A FALSE RETURN
WILL BE THE LAST MOTHERFUCKER AS THE PALACE BURNS
(BREAKDOWN)
I DIP THE CLOTH IN GASOLINE
I LIGHT THE MATCH
I BURN IT CLEAN
WHAT OF THE TIMES AND THE UPRISINGS
LEAD US TO THIS LAND
SERVANTS STORMED THE CASTLE, GRABBED THE KING
TOOK HIS HEAD IN HAND
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN CURRENCY WAS BASED ON SOMETHING REAL
A TIME WHEN HONOR DROVE THE FIGHT
THAT TIME IS GONE
THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
AND TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER LICKS A SILVER PLATE
WILL BE THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER WE ASSASSINATE
GO ON, BECOME THE MAN
PRESERVE THE MASTER PLAN
TO THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER COUNTS A FALSE RETURN
WILL BE THE LAST MOTHERFUCKER AS THE PALACE BURNS
FUCK. THE. MASTER. PLAN.
GOODBYE OLD FRIENDS
YOU NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD TO ME
ALL THE LIES HAD TO END
IT MADE NO SENSE TO PRETEND
THINGS WERE ALL RIGHT
I SEE THE ANSWER (I SEE THE ANSWER TO IT ALL)
THE SOLUTION MAKES GOOD SENSE (BUT I RESIST IT AT FIRST)
I SEE THE MADNESS (I SEE THE MADNESS IN IT ALL)
MAKING FISTS WITH BROKEN HANDS
ALL THE LIFE THAT I’VE LOST
FROM MY GOD TO MY GIRL
AND MY CASH AND MY CREDIT AND MY
CLEAN CRIMINAL RECORD
ALL GONE
I SEE THE ANSWER (I SEE THE ANSWER TO IT ALL)
THE SOLUTION MAKES GOOD SENSE (BUT I RESIST IT AT FIRST)
I SEE THE MADNESS (I SEE THE MADNESS IN IT ALL)
MAKING FISTS WITH BROKEN HANDS
EVEN AS I SEE THIS MYSELF
AND IF I CONCEDE I’M TO BLAME
EVEN AS I’M SEEING MYSELF
I FIND IT HARD, HARD TO REFRAIN
GOT DRIED IN MY BLOOD
AND IT’S LATE AND IT’S COLD
AND I’D LOOK THROUGH MY PAST
BUT THE WINDOW IS A HOLE TONIGHT
I SEE THE ANSWER (I SEE THE ANSWER TO IT ALL)
THE SOLUTION MAKES GOOD SENSE (BUT I RESIST IT AT FIRST)
I SEE THE MADNESS (I SEE THE MADNESS IN IT ALL)
MAKING FISTS WITH BROKEN HANDS
I SEE THE ANSWER (I’VE SEEN IT ALL)
THE SOLUTION MAKES GOOD SENSE (BUT I RESIST IT AT FIRST)
I SEE THE MADNESS (I’VE SEEN IT ALL)
MAKING FISTS WITH BROKEN HANDS
(INSTRUMENTAL)
RUN HARD THROUGH THE ONE THAT SHOVES YOU
PUSH TOWARD THOSE SHINING LIGHTS
FIRST STAGE OF THE FLIGHT IS TO REACH STAGE
KICKING, CLAWING, SWINGING, FUCKING FIGHT
YOU WANTED A SHOW
YOU’RE PART OF IT ALL
YOU DON’T GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING
YOU, YOU BETTER GET READY
TO TAKE OUT YOUR AGGRESSION
DIG, DIG, DIG, DIG.
NEW GUARD STANDS TALL AT THE OLD POST
YOU’VE GOT YOUR ORDERS NOW
AIRWAVES ALL ROT WITH THE NEW WAVE
SHUN IT, STRIKE IT, CHANGE IT, FUCKING FIGHT
YOU WANTED A SHOW
YOU’RE PART OF IT ALL
YOU DON’T GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING
YOU, YOU BETTER GET READY
TO TAKE OUT YOUR AGGRESSION
DIG, DIG, DIG, DIG.
LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW
NOT SURPRISED AT WHAT I SEE
REMINDED OF THE REASON
THAT MY PAST HAS FOLLOWED ME
DECISIONS CAME REAL EASY
IN MY YOUTH I LOOKED AHEAD
I HAD NO FEAR ATTACHED TO ME
THEY FOLLOWED AS I LEAD
YOU SEE IT COMING EVERYWHERE YOU TURN
THE FIRE AND SMOKE OF BRIDGES BURNED
INSTINCTS YOU IGNORE AT THE TIME
YOU THOUGHT THIS THROUGH
DON’T ACT SURPRISED
NEVER EVEN NOTICED
ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT OCCUR
WAY TOO BUSY LAUGHING
I THOUGHT DEATH WAS JUST A WORD
NOW MY MIND IS REELING
NEWS AROUND THE WORLD
EVERYONE’S A LYRIC
EVERY SONG I’VE EVER HEARD
YOU SEE IT COMING EVERYWHERE YOU TURN
THE FIRE AND SMOKE OF BRIDGES BURNED
INSTINCTS YOU IGNORE AT THE TIME
YOU THOUGHT THIS THROUGH
DON’T ACT SURPRISED
I CAN STILL REMEMBER
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE FREE
WALKED AROUND WITH NO CONCERN
EXPLOSIVE ENERGY
NOW THE VOICE IS HAUNTING
AND IT RINGS INSIDE MY HEAD
WALKED AMONG THE LIVING
NOW I WALK AMONG THE DEAD
YOU SEE IT COMING EVERYWHERE YOU TURN
THE FIRE AND SMOKE OF BRIDGES BURNED
INSTINCTS YOU IGNORE AT THE TIME
YOU THOUGHT THIS THROUGH
DON’T ACT SURPRISED
THE ONLY RULES TO FOLLOW
ALLOW US TO SURVIVE
TO BREATHE, TO FEED AND SHELTER
THESE ARE FUNDAMENTALS THAT CAN’T BE DENIED
IT’S FEAR OF CONSEQUENCES THAT GUARD THE CODE OF STATE
YOUR ARBITRARY LAWS
OUR ACTIONS ARE REACTIONS TO THE FATE WE FACE
WRITE YOUR LAWS
LINES ARE DRAWN
SEE IT ALL COME UNDONE
YOU DRAW A LINE - DRAW A LINE THAT WE DON’T SEE
YOU WRITE A LAW - WRITE A LAW THAT WE DON’T READ
YOU WANT TO PRY - WANT TO PRY, BUT DON’T
SOMETHINGS WOULD BE BETTER LEFT UNDONE
I BACK THE CASE FOR STRUCTURE
I SEE THE NEED FOR GUIDES
LET’S NOT GO OVERBOARD WITH OVERBEARING AUTOCRATIC MORAL TIES
YOU PUSH TO SPEAK I’LL LISTEN
I’LL TRY TO SEE YOUR SIDE
DON’T TRY TO FORCE OPINIONS
YOU DEFEND BUT ULTIMATELY WE DECIDE
WRITE YOUR LAWS
LINES ARE DRAWN
SEE IT ALL COME UNDONE
YOU DRAW A LINE - DRAW A LINE THAT WE DON’T SEE
YOU WRITE A LAW - WRITE A LAW THAT WE DON’T READ
YOU WANT TO PRY - WANT TO PRY, BUT DON’T
SOMETHINGS WOULD BE BETTER LEFT UNDONE
(X2)
THE DEVIL LAUGHS ON HIS THRONE
HE’LL SELL YOU SILVER FOR YOUR HANDFUL OF GOLD
THAT OLD ANALOGY FOLDS
YOU CAN’T STRIKE A DEAL IF YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL
MUSIC LAWYERS, WASTE OF MONEY
CLUB PROMOTERS, FULL OF SHIT
THIS WAS NEVER FOR THE MONEY
THAT’S RIGHT IT’S NOT FOR YOU
THE DEVIL LAUGHS ON HIS THRONE
HE COUNTS THE NICKELS TO THE DOLLARS HE STOLE
WARM BLOOD IN THE PEN THAT HE HOLDS
YOU CAN’T STRIKE A DEAL IF YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL
AUDIENCES FUCKING GET IT
BLOWING MINDS AT SIX P.M.
KEEP YOUR HANDSHAKES AND YOUR HUGS
ALL WE WANT ARE YOUR FUCKING DRUGS
YEAH I SAID IT
YEAH I MEANT IT
WE TOOK YOUR SHIT FOR ALL THESE YEARS
THIS ONE’S FOR US, IT’S
NOT FOR YOU
I’VE GOT THE NEWS THAT WILL SAVE THE WORLD.
BASEBALL BATS AND COLORS THAT SWIRL.
I DECIDE TO TAKE YOUR LIFE CAUSE IN A MINUTE YOU’D TAKE MINE
ROUNDS ARE PIERCING THROUGH YOUR CHEST AS ALL THE GUNSMOKE PENETRATES
YOUR EYES.
UP ON YOUR FEET, GET TO THE STREET
EVERYBODY BLEEDS, IT’S CORE
GET THROUGH THE NIGHT, TAKE UP THE FIGHT
PICK UP A KNIFE AND SHOW THEM WHAT THAT’S FOR
YOUR WALLS FALL ALL AROUND ME
YOUR WALLS FALL ALL AROUND ME
THIS IS WAR
YOU TAKE THEM DOWN BUT THEY KEEP ON COMING
THIS IS WAR
YOU TAKE THEM OUT BUT THEY KEEP ON COMING
THIS IS WAR, WHAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR
AND THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS THE FINAL TOUR
THIS IS WAR
LONG AWAITED RIOT
I’VE GOT THE NEWS THAT WILL SAVE THE WORLD.
BASEBALL BATS AND COLORS THAT SWIRL.
I DECIDE TO TAKE YOUR LIFE CAUSE IN A MINUTE YOU’D TAKE MINE
ROUNDS ARE PIERCING THROUGH YOUR CHEST AS ALL THE GUNSMOKE PENETRATES
YOUR EYES
POLISH YOUR PIECE, DIE FOR BELIEFS
HERE’S WHAT YOU’RE FIGHT IS FOR
DOWN FOR THE CAUSE, WHATEVER THE COST
MARCH YOUR SHEEP INTO A HOLOCAUST
ALL AROUND ME
ALL AROUND ME
STOP FIGHTING SURRENDER BACK TO LIFE (X3)
BENEATH THE WAVE YOUR WILL IS NOT THE FORCE IT WAS BEFORE
THE TOMBSTONES OF THOSE ALL AROUND ME
ARE SIGNS OF WHAT’S IN STORE
THE WAVE THAT CHASES YOU DOWN
PASSES OVER
CRASHES ELSEWHERE
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
GO WHERE IT CARRIES ME
ROLL THROUGHT THE VIOLENCE FIND THE
THROWN THROUGH THE MAZE
FIND THE WAY
TRY TO REACH THE OPEN DOOR
BUT I KNOW THE WAVE THAT CONSUMES ME
IS THE FIRST OF MANY MORE
THE WAVE THAT CHASES YOU DOWN
PASSES OVER
CRASHES ELSEWHERE
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
GO WHERE IT CARRIES ME
ROLL THROUGHT THE VIOLENCE FIND THE(X2)
SOMETHING HOLDS ME DOWN
SOMETHING LIGHTS THE WAY - WAY OUT(X2)
YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AS IT BEGINS
AND YOU FEEL THE BARREL CLOSE AGAIN
JUST LET THE CURRENT DRAG YOU IN
AND IT WON’T BE LONG AS THE SURFACE THINS
JUST HOLD ON AND IT WILL PULL YOU THROUGH
THE WAVE THAT CHASES YOU DOWN
PASSES OVER
CRASHES ELSEWHERE
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
GO WHERE IT CARRIES ME
ROLL THROUGHT THE VIOLENCE FIND THE (X2)
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
UNDERNEATH IT ALL
LET ME PAINT THE SCENE, EARLY MORNING SWEEPS
RYDER TRUCKS, D.E.A., DOGS AND POLICE
55 IN JAIL, SET UP FOR THE KILL
NEWSSTANDS, HEADLINES, READ 'EM AND WEEP
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T CRACK A BEER IN PEACE
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T WALK WITHOUT A LEASH
WHAT DID YOU ACHIEVE SHOOTING FISH IN A BOWL?
ROLLING UP THEIR SLEEVES FOR THE ELDERLY VOTE
THE MONEY THAT THEY WASTE - TRIALS, TAPS AND RAIDS
MONEY YOU AND I GIVE UP EACH TIME WE GET PAID
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T CRACK A BEER IN PEACE
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T WALK WITHOUT A LEASH
THIS ISN'T CRIME PREVENTION
THIS IS ALL ABOUT CONTROL
THEY NEED TO WIN ELECTIONS
SEE RIGHT THROUGH THE STORY TOLD
WHY NOT HOLD A MATCH TO THE BILL OF RIGHTS, CHANGE IT
AS YOU LIKE, SIZED TO FIT A WAR THAT DEFIES CONVENTION
YOU CAN SMOKE OUT OF AN APPLE, RIGHT?
YOU GOING TO RAID THE SUPERMARKET NEXT?
FUCK IT, MAKE A CAN PIPE
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T CRACK A BEER IN PEACE
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON'T WALK WITHOUT A LEASH
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON’T HAVE YOUR FREEDOM OF SPEECH
I DO WHAT I WANT – FUCK ME
BEFORE TOO LONG YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO CALL THIS COUNTRY FREE
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE
(ORIGINALLY RECORDED BY THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS)