Lyrics History Of The World Part 1 - The Damned
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                ground, 
                                                boy, 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                arrived?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                the 
                                                dinosaurs, 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                won't 
                                                survive
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                    I 
                                                fell, 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                just 
                                                laughed, 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                stand
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                trip 
                                                this 
                                                way, 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                second 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                seen 
                                                it 
                                                all, 
                                                she's 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                belongs 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                lonely 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Counting 
                                                sheep 
                                                and 
                                                swatting 
                                                flies, 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                left
 
                                    
                                
                                                Talk 
                                                is 
                                                cheap, 
                                                how 
                                                many 
                                                lies 
                                                sustain 
                                                    a 
                                                single 
                                                breath?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Adam 
                                                Chance 
                                                and 
                                                Zorro
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                them 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                pinch 
                                                of 
                                                salt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sad 
                                                about 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sorry, 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                not 
                                                my 
                                                fault
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                they 
                                                were 
                                                shooting 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somebody 
                                                croaked 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                heard
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                    a 
                                                sin 
                                                or 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                history 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                said 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                "Why 
                                                d'ya 
                                                play 
                                                so 
                                                loud?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                want 
                                                from 
                                                me, 
                                                you 
                                                corrupt 
                                                the 
                                                crowd
 
                                    
                                
                                                Miles 
                                                of 
                                                print 
                                                you'd 
                                                think, 
                                                we'd 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                nothing 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                more 
                                                important 
                                                things 
                                                than 
                                                ink 
                                                and 
                                                decibels
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Corporal 
                                                Clott 
                                                and 
                                                Stalingrad
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                to 
                                                follow
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                that 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                glad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                alive 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                left
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                cares 
                                                or 
                                                ain't 
                                                you 
                                                heard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looks 
                                                like 
                                                I'll 
                                                take 
                                                my 
                                                dying 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                history 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro 1-2 1
2 Love Song/ Machine Gun Etiquette
3 I Just Can't Be Happy Today
4 Anti-Pope
5 New Rose
6 I Fall
7 History Of The World Part 1
8 Looking at You
9 Noise, Noise, Noise
10 Magic Potion
11 Absinthe
12 Ignite
13 Eloise
14 Melody Lee
15 Jet Boy Jet Girl
16 Curtain Call
17 Would You Be So Hot
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