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BOARDERS LYRICS
"All Clear For Lies" (2001)
1. Electric Eye
2. Dedication
3. Highway To Hell
4. Jihad
5. Peace Sells (Megadeth cover)
6. Tornado of Souls (Megadeth cover)
7. Victim of Fate
8. Musical Death
1. Electric Eye
2. Dedication
3. Highway To Hell
4. Jihad
5. Peace Sells (Megadeth cover)
What do you mean, I don't believe in God
I talk to him every day
What do you mean, I don't support your system
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, I can't get to work on time
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, I don't pay my bills
Why do you think I'm broke Huh?
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.
What do you mean, I hurt your feelings
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, I ain't kind
I'm just not your kind.
What do you mean, I couldn't be president, of the United States of America
Tell me something, it's still We the people, right?
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line,
But, it better work this time.
Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells
Peace,
Peace sells
Peace sells but who's buying?
Peace sells but who's buying?
Peace sells but who's buying?
Peace sells but who's buying?
Peace sells but who's buying?
No, peace sells
6. Tornado of Souls (Megadeth cover)
This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up, I wanted to cry
Bu dammit, this well's gone dry
Not for the money, not for the fame
Not for the power, just no more games
But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies, that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away
You'll grow to loathe my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuse
Who's to say what's for me to say be
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me
The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
Now I think I've seen the light
Can't say what's on my mind
Can't do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep, I really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed
You feel my fingertips
You won't forget my lips
You'll feel my cold breath
It's the kiss of death
7. Victim of Fate
8. Musical Death
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