Anthem for The Year 2000


We are the youth

We’ll take your fascism away

We are the youth

Apologize for another day

We are the youth

And politicians are so sure

We are the youth

And we are knocking on death’s door

 

Never knew we were living in a world

With a mind that could be so sure

Never knew we were living in a world

With a mind that could be so small

Never knew we were living in a world

And the world is an open court

Maybe we don’t want to live in a world

Where innocence is so short

We’ll make it up to you

In the year 2000 with...

 

Never knew we were living in a world

With a mind that could be so sure

Never knew we were living in a world

With a mind that could be so small

Never knew we were living in a world

And the world is an open court

Maybe we don’t want to live in a world

Where innocence is so short

 

We’ll make it up to you

In the year 2000

Build it up for you

In the year 2000

Make it up to you

In the year 2000

Build it up for you

In the year 2000 with you

Never knew we were living in a world

With a world that could be so sure

Never knew we were living in a world

With a mind that could be so small

Never knew we were living in a world

And the world is an open court

Maybe we don’t want to live in a world

World who cares at all

 

We’ll make it up to you

In the year 2000

Build it up for you

In the year 2000

Make it hard for you

In the year 2000

Build it up for you

In the year 2000

Make it hard for you

In the year 2000

Build it up for you

In the year 2000 with you

 

Emotion Sickness


Erupt again ignore the pill

And I won’t let it show

Sacrifice the tortures

Orchestral tear cash-flow

 

Increase delete escape defeat

It’s all that matters to you

Cotton case for an iron pill

Distorted eyes

When everything is clearly dying

 

Burn my knees and

Burn my knees and

Burn my knees and

E-motion sickness

Addict with no heroine

E-motion sickness

 

Distorted eyes

When everything is clearly dying

 

Burn my knees and

Burn my knees and pray

Burn my knees and

Burn my knees and pray

[all my friends say]

Get up get up get up get up

Get up get up get up

Won’t you stop my pain

 

E-motion sickness

[to idle with an idol]

Addict with no heroine

Good things will pass

It helps with excess access

Lessons learnt

 

E-motion sickness  

[lost no friendship]

[corrosive head pollution]

Lessons learnt  

 

Freak 

No more maybes

Your baby’s got rabies

Sitting on a ball

In the middle of the Andes

 

Yeah I’m a freak (of nature)

Yeah I’m a freak

 

If only I could be as cool as you

As cool as you

 

Body and soul I’m a freak I’m a freak

Body and soul I’m a freak

 

Try to be different

Well get a different disease

Seems it’s a fashion

To need the cold sore cream

I don’t really know

How to put on a ’cool’ show

As boring as they come

Just tell me where to go

 

If only I could be as cool as you

Freak

Israel’s Son


Hate, is what I feel for you

And I want you to know that I want you dead

Your late, for the execution

If your not here soon, I’ll kill a friend instead

 

Over pain, I fear you

You’ll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

 

I hate you, and your apathy

You can leave, you can leave

I don't want you here

I’m playin' this pantomime

But I don’t see ya showing any signs of fear

 

Over pain, I fear you

You’ll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

This time I’m for real

My pain cannot hear you

You will be dead when I’m through

 

Hate, is what I feel for you

And I want you to know that I want you dead

Your late, for the execution

If your not here soon I’ll kill a friend instead

 

Over pain, I fear you

You’ll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

This time I’m for real

My pain cannot hear you

You will be dead when I’m through

Ohhh, ohhhhhh

 

Pain, and execution

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

The air, yeah

 

Aaaarrggghhhh

I am, I am Israel's son

Israel’s son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

 

I am, I am Israel's son

Israel’s son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Aaaarrggghhhh, yeah

 

 Tomorrow


It’s twelve o’clock, and it’s a wonderful day,

I know you hate me, but I’ll ask anyway,

Won’t you come with me, to a place in a little town,

The only way to get there’s to go straight down,

There’s no bathroom, and there is no sink,

The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,

Very hard to drink,

 

You, wait till tomorrow,

You, wait till tomorrow,

 

You say that money, isn’t everything,

But I’d like to see you live without it,

You think you can keep on going living like a king,

Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it,

 

Very hard to drink,

Very hard to drink,

You gonna wait too, fat boy,

Fat boy, wait till tomorrow,

You gonna wait too, fat boy,

Fat boy, wait till tomorrow,

 

You, wait till tomorrow,

You, wait till tomorrow,

You gonna wait too, fat boy,

Fat boy, wait till tomorrow,

You gonna wait too, fat boy,

Fat boy, wait till tomorrow.