Cecil B. DeMille Pt. 3 Songtext
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This is the last time
We back down
It's getting too big now
To ignore it
We saw the knock-down,
The drag-out
We knew the dead men
Who paid for it
We back down
It's getting too big now
To ignore it
We saw the knock-down,
The drag-out
We knew the dead men
Who paid for it
We've heard the tough talk
Of dead letter
This is the ding-dong
Of doorbells
What do you do when
The stock plummets?
You break out the eight-track
And raise hell
We are the tick-tock
The time bomb
We wanna protest
We can't show it
This is the recluse,
The goth girl
This is the rebel,
The punk poet
We are the ones who
Play actors
And we never speak 'til
The last moment
We've seen the wise ones
At their worst
We know what happens
And we blow it
We are the sunset,
The soft kiss
We are the children
Who came from it
We are the names on
The not list
We are the tune that
You're still humming
This is the wasteland,
The mall town
These are the things we
Do for it
We are the back-beat
The breakdown
We are the build-up,
The last chorus
This is the love song
You write down
When you wake up with no friends
And no money
This is the joke that
Gets passed down,
When you hear it the tenth time
It's still funny
We are the ones who
Play actors
We know what happens
And we blow it
We know for a fact that
It gets worse
And there's nothing to do now
But keep going
Of dead letter
This is the ding-dong
Of doorbells
What do you do when
The stock plummets?
You break out the eight-track
And raise hell
We are the tick-tock
The time bomb
We wanna protest
We can't show it
This is the recluse,
The goth girl
This is the rebel,
The punk poet
We are the ones who
Play actors
And we never speak 'til
The last moment
We've seen the wise ones
At their worst
We know what happens
And we blow it
We are the sunset,
The soft kiss
We are the children
Who came from it
We are the names on
The not list
We are the tune that
You're still humming
This is the wasteland,
The mall town
These are the things we
Do for it
We are the back-beat
The breakdown
We are the build-up,
The last chorus
This is the love song
You write down
When you wake up with no friends
And no money
This is the joke that
Gets passed down,
When you hear it the tenth time
It's still funny
We are the ones who
Play actors
We know what happens
And we blow it
We know for a fact that
It gets worse
And there's nothing to do now
But keep going
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