Desperate Pleasures
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Desperate Pleasures
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Wheel out your God, these are desperate times
Talk to your mother, these are desperate times
Dance with your lover, these are desperate times
Surrender yourself, these are desperate times
Wheel out your God, these are desperate times
Talk to your mother, thеse are despеrate times
Dance with your lover, these are desperate times
Surrender yourself, these are desperate times
Wheel out your God, these are desperate times
Talk to your mother, these are desperate times
Dance with your lover, these are desperate times
Surrender yourself, these are desperate times
Fight for their lives
Fight for their lives
The hopeless are useless in desperate times
You got it bad? Try having passion
Try still believing that some good will happen
Though nothing ever has
And nothing ever will
'Cause nothing ever can
It's almost unbearable
Honestly? Terrible
We're in the golden age of bastards
We're living in the golden age of bastards, bastards
Despairing is painless and peace is a lie
You should try loving man while fucking hating mankind
It rips you apart
You got an atheist praying for judgement day
Enough to make an atheist pray for judgement day
The great American sob story
A sad S.O. b story
A holy man who kills what cannot be saved
At war with a villain, you can't call a truce
You put down your weapon but now he's got two
A liar's a liar, take him at his word
Forever rebelling against the absurd
The world made us sick
How can it heal us?
The world made us sick
How can it heal us?
The world made us sick
How can it heal us?
The world made us sick
How can it heal us?
We cannot be saved
By the men digging graves
We cannot be saved
By the men digging graves
In desperate times, desperate times
Hey, look on the bright side
There's nowhere but up from a canyon in hell
Look on the bright side
There's nowhere but up from a canyon in hell
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