[Verse 1]
They never see me coming
Their faces twisted in shock
Now the fools come gunning
To put our heads to the block
[Verse 2]
Sick of the laughter, sick of the pain
Sick of the feeling, the feeling of shame
Sick of White folks, privileged and vain
Protesting a culture that isn't the same
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't blame the false elites
When Nazi assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite
Call me a fake
It's nothing compared
To your pride and your hate
[Chorus]
Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
There's no room left for you
[Post-Chorus]
These times are volatile (Volatile)
Volatile (Volatile)
Volatile (Volatile)
This world is fucking volatile
[Refrain]
Ah, so fuck the world!
[Verse 3]
You'll never see me coming
Sick of the racists, sick of this shit
Sick of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone screen
Sick of the NRA trying to scare me
[Pre-Chorus]
Stop crying innocence
Stop claiming self-defense
Good men won't speak
'Cause they're scared of the violence
But bad men keep screaming
To fill up the silence
[Chorus]
Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
These times are
[Post-Chorus]
Volatile (Volatile)
Volatile (Volatile)
Volatile (Volatile)
This world is fucking volatile
[Bridge]
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Beat it, twist it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Beat it, twist it
Burn it to the ground
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Dead
Dead and bloated
These times are volatile
There's no room left for you
Dead
Dead and bloated
Life can be so vola—
[Outro]
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Break it, smash it
Burn it to the ground
Pet Shop Boys raso:
We are so sad to hear that Dave Ball, the keyboard genius of Soft Cell, has died. He was an electronic pop pioneer and with Marc Almond made a unique catalogue. Neil and Chris
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Ir jis neklaus,
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Kaip geltoni rudens lapai,
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