Last Of The Real

Where's my crucifix? Where're my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy is not enough
Scratch test credit fraud
This hate is all I've got
Just feed me whiskey and you'll feel me
The time has come

Imagine all the people belittled and abused
You want a revolution?! I want the fuckin' truth

No voodoo or deal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want

Hundred dollar bills and quiet little kills
Think you can hold me? It'll take an army
I'm everywhere
You press into the flesh, clichés are beat to death
Is this the best you can come up with?
Feels like despair

I made the news today, front page above the fold
You tell me God is dead, I'll show you Hell is cold

No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want
'Til you give me what I want
'Til you give me what I want

Blow your fuckin' head, desecrate your dead
Can't you see you're letting all the lies get in?
Close your eyes for.. I have fucking sinned
Your talk is doubt
Remember how you wanted to be born again?
Well, you weren't born for this

No voodoo or deal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart 'til you give me what I want

Until you give me what I want
You can't stop me now
You can't stop me now