Anthrax - Anti-Social lyrics
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01. Anti-Social
You're a train ride to no importance
You're in love with hell existence
Money is all that you desire
Why don't you pack it in and retire
It's common nature you can't fool me
I'm just the money that you can't let free
Rainy day genius clouds your mind
don't you realize the blind lead the blind
You're anti, you're antisocial
Oh mister time will you ever unwind
Or just rebuild a new design
Your claim to fame is law and order
The rich get rich, the poor get poor
You put a price tag on what you see
This one's for you, that's for me
If that's winning I'd rather lose
Why don't you listen to my senseless views
You're anti, you're antisocial
How do you feel?
You're a train ride to no importance
You're in love with hell existence
Money is all that you desire
Why don't you pack it in and retire
It's common nature you can't fool me
I'm just the money that you can't let free
Rainy day genius clouds your mind
Don't you realize the blind lead the blind
You're anti, you're antisocial
ANTISOCIAL.....
02. Parasite
She'll always be there trying to grab a hold
She thought she knew me, but she didn't know
That I was sad and wanted her to go
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
I didn't wanna have to get away
I told her things I didn't want to say
I need her and I hope she'll understand
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
03. Le Sects
Like the last of the Mohicans
You acted like bloody pagans
So let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing
Jim Jones, where did you come from
Jim Jones, was it for fun ?
Jim Jones, that's your name
Jim Jones, a silent death
Religious sects and promised lands
Are you ready for the gods ?
Martyrs, killers holding hands
Did not fight the odds
The dying angel said, "Drink up"
"Be merry and be dead !"
Jim Jones, where did you come from
Jim Jones, was it for fun ?
Jim Jones, that's your name
Jim Jones, you died for fame
Murder ! Murder ! Murder !
The zero hero !
Walk on them like insects
Gamble with death for a joke !
Mercenary disciples
With bibles and rifles
In the temple of the people
A doomsday book of evil
No poster hanging high
I die, you die, don't ask why!
I die, you die, don't ask why!
(repeat)
I die
You die
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