End of Heaven

As soon as you're born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

There's a war going on for your mind -

Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now it's raining pornography
Lovers take shelter
Post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies

There's a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and 'whistleblowers' get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings

There is a war going on for your mind
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them
The desert sky is their bluescreen
They superimpose explosions
They shout at you
"pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses

There's a war going on for your mind
We are the insurgents

The world is neither fair nor unfair;
The idea is just a way for us to understand

But the world is neither fair nor unfair;
So one survives
The others die

And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust;
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it

No, the world is neither just nor unjust;
And though going young

So much undone,
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...

The world is neither fair nor unfair;
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair;
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...

An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...

It was a September morning when America was tricked
By sick men with strict plans to create conflict
And get rich by any means even if it meant death
For innocent civilians, the stage was set
For a New American Century where world domination
Is motivation enough for the towers cremation
Complete obliteration, for all to see
A public execution on live TV
Programmed to strike fear in the young and old
Who naively trade freedom for government control
Thinking the system will keep ‘em safe from terror
But truth is they’re the killers and the pallbearers
The masters of deception are running the globe
They lack souls sold our sons and daughters for black gold
In full attack mode, it’s the final push
What the Reichstag was for Hitler 9/11 is for Bush

Think Operation Northwood’s 62
Evidence there’s no limit to the evil they’ll do
They planned to blow up planes and blame it on Cuba
This ain’t conspiracy theory or a rumor
So why would it be difficult to believe?
That these parasitical thieves live just like fleas
Surviving off the blood of murdered civilians
Then smile and praise Jesus like schizo chameleons
This ain’t a war on terror it’s a war on truth
I’ll believe Osama did it when you show me the proof
Those who could of make it happen worked on the inside
Who called Willie Browne and warned him not to fly
This was domestic terrorism at the highest level
Bush, Cheyney, Rumsfeld in league with the devil
Boeing, Unocal, Halliburton and more
Corporate mercenaries benefiting from war

And we know what you did

As for you puppet journalists who spew fiction as fact
And bury lies Bush told to invade Iraq
and Afghanistan you’re a part of the scam
That allows the carnage of child woman and man
The 9/11 commissions rendition of truth is fiction
Tower 7 ain’t mentioned why the omission
Of it’s controlled demolition, Silverstone said “pull it”
There’s more spin on your book than that magic bullet
From Pennsylvania to the lawn of the Pentagon,
The con’s on, you sent pawns with fangs drawn like pythons
And spawned another Saigon for cash
Oil profits soar as rockets crash
It was a high rise genocide, planed from the inside
NORAD let it fly
Bush-Qaeda, ISI
CIA, FBI
Got the world terrorized,
your lies don’t justify globalize homicide

lyrics: Remo Conscious

三匹の猿

非禮勿視
非禮勿聽
非禮勿言
非禮勿動

Do you or don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along.

This art is weak

in its pretty frame
and I am a monkey with
a misspelled name

"I'll put down you disco
and take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco
and take your heart away"
I am born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

do you or don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it."

"I'll put down you disco
and take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco

and take your heart away"

I am born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead

the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead

I am born again