Underground_Network
January 19th, 2010, 04:00 PM
The words are spoken slowly
To ensure that they'll be heard
And you walk down the alleyway
With nothing but a hand grenade.
The end is near, the end is near
The derelict will scream, my dear,
Don't listen to him, please, my dear,
Don't listen to him now.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
So don't ignore my final plea,
Don't cook that Mark III,
It's too late to say I shouldn't have,
So just put down the grenade
So you can live again.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
The tension in this infertile air
Is causing vision too impaired
To see the end is near my dear,
Please clear your thoughts
And just be my dear.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
So run baby, run for the sky,
Jump up in the air, take flight,
Drop that green incendiary
On his worthless, tainted body.
So run baby, run for the sky,
Jump up in the air, take flight,
Drop that green incendiary
On his worthless, tainted body
(And know you're free).
To ensure that they'll be heard
And you walk down the alleyway
With nothing but a hand grenade.
The end is near, the end is near
The derelict will scream, my dear,
Don't listen to him, please, my dear,
Don't listen to him now.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
So don't ignore my final plea,
Don't cook that Mark III,
It's too late to say I shouldn't have,
So just put down the grenade
So you can live again.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
The tension in this infertile air
Is causing vision too impaired
To see the end is near my dear,
Please clear your thoughts
And just be my dear.
The power of persuasion
Will never save you baby
You must listen to your own heart
And escape his clutches,
Danger is the only thing
That him with you creates.
So run baby, run for the sky,
Jump up in the air, take flight,
Drop that green incendiary
On his worthless, tainted body.
So run baby, run for the sky,
Jump up in the air, take flight,
Drop that green incendiary
On his worthless, tainted body
(And know you're free).