Pulp lyrics
Pulp lyrics
"The Will To Power lyrics"
Third Planet lyrics
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over My boss just quit the job says he's goin' out to find blind spots a
Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog. Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over My boss just quit the job says he's goin' out to find blind spots a
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging,
D.i.e. lyrics
We are all dying there's no sense in trying no way you can stop it no wayDeath comes to you when you're an early sonThen he walks beside you all the wayAny moment he might strike reflecting y
analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing. We are all dying there's no sense in trying no way you can stop it no wayDeath comes to you when you're an early sonThen he walks beside you all the wayAny moment he might strike reflecting y
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the toffs sl
Greed lyrics
Vitalize your benevolent thoughts todayEncrust the encumbrance that encroach your brainA devastated world we'll see in tomorrow's societycrushed by our own alternatives we've got ourselves to
umming it? Vitalize your benevolent thoughts todayEncrust the encumbrance that encroach your brainA devastated world we'll see in tomorrow's societycrushed by our own alternatives we've got ourselves to
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
[Intro] A the gal them international dj comin? Through, so yow! Respect due all the man Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet [Chorus] Woman you physi
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty? ...