WARhol Songtext

Truly you of all people wouldn't try to steal every last breath
I wish for, I wish for, I wish for your death

I like to pillage
I'm a machine with a sense of urgency
I wish for peace
I'm a machine with a sense of decency

This is a call to arms, armament, sound the alarm...
The blood fills these streets and I'm wading thru...
Dreams up to my knees...
With you...I stand farther from the truth.
I defy you to shout the sanctions. They'll be with you.
You are my favorite record, you spin around and say the same old things
I dare it be not a taste of...our own shallow future
With a hint of gasoline

The city seems to sleep tonight while you are away
Everything goes by normally and your faá§ade never seems to change
These are the last days that we're alive
I see that look of desperation in your eyes
Truly you of all people wouldn't try to steal every last breath
I wish for, I wish for, I wish for your death

I won't stand alone here with a machinegun strapped
An army of animals have got my back.
Sharks breathe underwater, wish you could too...cause you're gonna need it.