Hang Up - Left Spine Down

All good things must come to an end

The pages turn, the books still burn

Can’t stop the bomb, can’t avoid the descent

They all want to go and that’s all we know

So throw me out of the fucking picture

So sorry about you and your single-serving crew

Playing by ear is how I’ve learned that no one cares at all

Anymore

Distracted, misinformed, mislead

To serve the machine

Sensory self-mutilated trip

Into captivity

Out with the old, bring the new guns in

Sick of the drugs that keep you thin

Been hanging on the telephone way too long

Just let it go

Just hang up

Hang up — separate yourself from the noise

Hang up — do it now before we’re all destroyed

Hang up — just lose that unbelieveable shine

Hang up — return-to-sender, your mail-order bride

Beat the meat into submission

Nothing left alive at all to take

Wasted blood, infect transfusion

So much trash, our claim to stake

Little troop, don’t fail me now

Kill off the one my TV hates

Winning team, now take a bow

Your useless adventure’s far too great

Remorseless perverts with your obscenity

Fill me up, tie me up, tear me down