Last Of The Real

Album: House of Gold & Bones - Part 1 (2012)
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  • Where's my crucifix?
    Where are my cigarettes?
    This hypodermic melancholy
    Is not enough
    Scratch this credit fraud
    This hate is all I've got
    Just feed me whiskey and you'll feel me
    The time has come
    Imagine all the people
    Belittled and abused
    You want a revolution
    I want the fucking truth

    No voodoo ordeal
    Can stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want
    The last of the real
    Can't stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want

    Hundred dollar bills
    And quiet little kills
    Think you can hold me?
    It'll take an army
    I'm everywhere
    You press into the flesh
    Cliches are beat to death
    Is this the best you can come up with?
    Feels like despair
    I made the news today
    Front page above the fold
    You tell me God is dead
    I'll show you Hell has come

    No voodoo ordeal
    Can stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want
    The last of the real
    Can't stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want
    'Til you give me what I want
    'Til you give me what I want

    Blow your fucking head
    Desecrate your dead
    Can't you see you're laying all the lies, get it
    Close your eyes for all your fucking sin
    Your talk is doubt
    Remember how you wanted to be born again?
    Well you were forced with this

    No voodoo ordeal
    Can stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want
    The last of the real
    Can't stop me now
    I'll tear this place apart
    'Til you give me what I want
    Un'Til you give me what I want
    You can't stop me now
    You can't stop me now Writer/s: COREY TAYLOR, JAMES ROOT, JOSH RAND, ROY MAYORGA
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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