Tekst:
The Suicide Machines Stand Up

stand up for what we believe in We got no time, we haven't got a moment Oh yeah, there's gotta be something A new revolution, a final solution Stand

We gotta stand up - for what we believe in We got no time - We havent got a monent Oh yeah there's - gotta be something A new revolution - A final solution

, whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you cold stiff up My heat, heatin my whole hip up

don't have to brag So baby don't call me up at three o'clock In the mornin' no more threatenin' suicide I mean go ahead and do it honey 'Cause wakin' me up

hard time, but i'm keeping the pace can we all keep up with this world's rat race? climb out of bed and just help add to the fray you've got to stand

you down and white-washed your face, Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well There I was standing

too late see I hate everybody - Everybody hates me I hate everybody - Everybody hates me We work so hard just to lose Thats why we're building up walls to put up

Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide

on the moon and gonna shoot billboards into space pretty soon so that when I stare up into the smoggy night sky I can see the golden arches floating way up