Step right up, play your guitar
Play that gig and you'll get far
Never mind how you get there
Just trust us, we'll always be there
Here's the deal, don't look to close
It doesn't matter who gets the most
Here's the money, almost enough
To make your album, now get it up

Sign in blood
Sign in blood

Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life, relinquish control
Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life, relinquish control

Did that one really well
Now do another, what the hell
Never mind, it's not your deal
It's for the best, it'll make you real
Fly to LA, a cheap hotel
We've run out of cash, I'm sad to tell
Crash with your friends, it's OK with them
But don't tell us, not your problem

Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life, relinquish control
Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life

Sign in blood
Sign in blood

Legal problems, sleazy deals
We've traded our lives for bigger deals
Managers that manage not
Booking agents that should be shot
Legal loopoholes really a noose
To choke your life out then let you loose
Meet the victims of success
And psychopaths that want us dead

Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life, relinquish control
Signed in blood, sell your soul
Bonded for life

Growing up I start my life the normal way
Learning by living, go to school, well not everyday
Finding limits, learning rules by pushing hard
Earning the right to choose by making the right choice

Living life I've got no regrets
No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims
I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be
Cast aside the status quo and maybe you'll be free

As I get older I begin to set my ways
Into the paths I follow, choosing how I spend my days
Running up against people with narrow minds
Who impose thoughts on me, make me one of their kind

Living life I've got no regrets
No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims
I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be
Cast aside the status quo and then you will be free

Lack of personality, don't know who you are
Trapped inside conformity, live through someone else
Hiding from reality, crawl inside your hole
Growing near insanity, fashion casualty junkie

A struggle of our will, victory is my result
I'll not be swayed by your cheap tricks or your abuse
My life's my own to live, I'll do things in my way
What's so great about your world that I must be the same

Living life I've got no regrets
No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims
I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be
Cast aside the status quo and then you will be free

Look at you, what is it that you do
Could it be you're hiding from yourself
I look at your wasted life, I disaprove
You can help yourself, but it's you that must choose
Get that needle out of your arm
If you want to die then that's a good head start

Too young to die
Too young to die

Lying there in a drugged out haze
Track marks creeping up and down your arms
How can I soften what I try to say
You hold your death in your hand

Too young to die
Too young to die

A drug fogged haze your point of view
How can you let yourself exist this way
What would you do for a fix, my friend
Could that be the sum of your life

Too young to die
Too young to die

Trust me, listen to me, don't think much of what I'm saying
After all, I am your friend
Let me be your guide and teach you the true way of things
and a personal friend of God
While we're talking and you're listening get your checkbook out
Just sign on the bottom line please
What does money really mean in the true scheme of things
Y'all spell that with a y

The Lord is a close personal friend of mine
We play cards every Tuesday night, he always wins of course
But you know, I have witnessed a miracle
I have seen a 900 foot Jesus in Tulsa, Oklahoma
Although a guy named Sam thinks I was off my
medication (Sam Kineson screams)
But praise the Lord and send in your donations
Even though I have sinned against you...
... and never mind those dirty pictures that are circulating, with the little girl in the saddle

Watch my TV show, pay attention very close
Send your checks to this address
What will you give to me to guarantee your salvation
Send in cash if you can
Never mind about my twenty million salary
Just doin' the Lord's work, ma'am
I think God's got some very strange associates
Don't mind me quivering under my desk

Tell me what I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy
And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh
At where the music's going, heading for the past
Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's fame

Resurrection
Resurrection

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it's real music
There is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing
Sure there are a few exceptions to the old rule
They only reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true artists in their field
It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers
While we're at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it back
Don'tlet your toys sonfine you unrtil your brain goes slack
Need I remind you, you're doing nothing new
You think that they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too

I'm only saying what's on my mind this point in time
Don't want to offend anyone unless they've narrow minds
Instead of stealing from the artist of an older age
Creating a brand new sound, a brand new scheme of things
I'm sure that you can see my point of view if you really try
I'd like to see this generation build a thing that shines
Stop digging up the bones of other people's art
You can make your own if you stop and really try

Resurrection
Resurrection

What the fuck's the matter with you?

People are dying every year
For all of the stupidest things
Boosting up a profit edge
Never mind their safety

Stop wait think
Maybe what I'm trying to say
Stop wait think
Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them
Stop wait think
Every death that needn't be
Stop wait think
The pain of it rests on your head

Read the papers, shake your heads
White collar workers collect your pay
Don't you see there's blood on your hands
When you cut some corners on loose ends

Seperated form your crimes
By hours of production lines
Matching lives against money
Keep your conscience nice and clean

Stop wait think
Maybe what I'm trying to say
Stop wait think
Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them
Stop wait think
Every death that needn't be
Stop wait think
The pain of it rests on your head

Airplane seats that snap away
Cars that lack driver's airbags
Producers don't lose, they make
Money talks, sense walks

A train crashes, a plane goes down
A ferry capsized, a shuttle explodes
Cars that burst into flames
No act of god, it's in your name

Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest
Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest
Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand
He checked me out and said "take this medicine, you'll be alright"

The doctor is a butcher
He'll give you some medicine just to suit you
The doctor is a butcher
He'll give you any medicine just to get rid of you

The nightmare wasn't over, I was stooped over in pain
And taken to the emergency room
Waiting for two hours, by the time they got to me
I passed out, felt like I was flushed down the drain

Somebody help me, please get me the right doctor
I'm sick of being used as an experiment

The doctor is a butcher
He'll give you some medicine just to suit you
The doctor is a butcher
He'll cut you up anytime, just to get his kicks

Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest
Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest
Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand
He checked me out and said "take this medicine you'll be alright"
But he was wrong

Power, the face of corruption
Rolling over all opposition
Evil, the thoughts of the masses
When minorities are oppressed classes
Hiding behind the same cliches
Spitting on the backs that are turned away
Taking a superior attitude
Making up your own god damn rules

Quocustodiat
Quocustodiat

History written by the winners
After all, who cares about the losers
Honor thrown out the window
Expedience the name of the game now
Social classes built on the same flaw
If I don't have it, hell I'll just steal yours

Quocustodiat
Quocustodiat

Lying, perjuring yourself
To help your cause and fill up your purse
Morality, the word is an old joke
Adherents of it placed keeps on rolling
Overwhelming those who objects to its sins
Force to choose between wrong and resistance
Human being made moral outcasts

Quocustodiat
Quocustodiat

The reighteous gather to deliver judgement
Never caring for the needs of the poor
Are you pro-life when you bomb their clinics
Killing the unborn and the born
It's also a sin to use protection
Or that is what you have us believe
You don't care 'cos it doesn't affect you
You're too fucking old to concieve

Wallow in hypocrisy
Wallow in hypocrisy

From where I stand and hear you talk, it really makes me sick
What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks
A woman's body's not your provence, none of your concern
So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn

Adoption's not the answer either
Is it fair for you to say
That she should go through prenancy
So a total stranger can take it away
Why don't you just mind our business
Leave the rest of us alone
'Cos I don't care about the bible
Or what your holy pope condones

Wallow in hypocrisy
Wallow in hypocrisy

From where I stand and hear you talk, it really makes me sick
What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks
A woman's body's not your provence, none of your concern
So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn

The reighteous gather to deliver judgement
Never caring for the needs of the poor
Are you pro-life when you bomb their clinics
Killing the unborn and the born
It's also a sin to use protection
Or that is what you have us believe
You don't care 'cos it doesn't affect you
You're too fuck old to concieve

From where I stand and hear you talk,it really makes me sick
What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks
A woman's body's not your provence, none of your concern
So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn

Wallow in hypocrisy
Wallow in hypocrisy
Church and state conspiracy
Wallow in hypocrisy
Barring any leniency
Wallow in hypocrisy
Ancient in their dormacy
Wallow in hypocrisy
They wallow in hypocrisy
Wallow in hypocrisy

Hypocrisy

Wallow in hypocrisy

Instrumental

Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one

Oh, yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye

Oh yeah, it was electric, so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing

Refrain

Oh yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving

Refrain

It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz
It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz