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Pop culture, with a pin
Watch it wheeze in the air
Like a dying balloon
Understand, don't admit
And the rest of my tribe
Wishes years of command
Don't be late, it's ok
Give yourselves a group hug
And a pat on the back
Don't be late, it's alright
Pulls your best for the shot
From the firing squad
Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Pop culture, with a pin
Watch it make all the words
In your mind disappear
Maybe so, maybe not
Never sure if it's me
Underneath the white sheet
Halloween, Halloween
With a mask I can be
Your friend for a while
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Miseries of me inside your candy bowl
Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...
Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Pop culture, on your skin
You cannot keep your fingers
Away from your face
Memories, haunted me
Like a fish floating dead the top
Of a tank
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...
Choosing all depends,
I'll stay on the fence...
On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
Dare...
Watch it wheeze in the air
Like a dying balloon
Understand, don't admit
And the rest of my tribe
Wishes years of command
Don't be late, it's ok
Give yourselves a group hug
And a pat on the back
Don't be late, it's alright
Pulls your best for the shot
From the firing squad
Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Pop culture, with a pin
Watch it make all the words
In your mind disappear
Maybe so, maybe not
Never sure if it's me
Underneath the white sheet
Halloween, Halloween
With a mask I can be
Your friend for a while
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Miseries of me inside your candy bowl
Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...
Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Pop culture, on your skin
You cannot keep your fingers
Away from your face
Memories, haunted me
Like a fish floating dead the top
Of a tank
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...
Choosing all depends,
I'll stay on the fence...
On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
Dare...
Lyrics submitted by Gorm
Track duration: 04:08
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And godsendconspirator, yours is wrong too, because at the second verse its:
"Pop culture, with a PILL" :).
He mostly aims at the fact that these lately years, the suicide amount is gone up so high, it has become a "pop culture".
failing tomorrow's prayer" is pretty kick ass.
PS: I dig the hell outta this song.
Below are the correct lyrics.
Pop culture with a pin
Watch it wheeze in the air like a dying balloon
A mistake dawned on me
And the rest of my tribe
Your wish is our command
No really, it's ok
Give yourselves a group hug and a pat on the back
No really, it's alright
Pose your best for the shot from the firing squad
Choosing my defence
I'll stay on the fence
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Failing tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet how it kills me
Waiting to follow through
On a dare
Pop culture, with a pin
Watch it make all the worms in your mind disappear
Maybe so, maybe not
Never sure if it's me underneath the white sheet
Halloween, Halloween
With a mask I can be your new friend for a while
Trick or treat, trick or treat
There's a razorblade inside your candy bar
Choosing my defence
I'll stay on the fence
Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Failing tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet how it kills me
Waiting to follow through
On a dare
Pop culture on your skin
You cannot keep your fingers away from your face
Memories haunting me
Like a fish floating dead at the top of a tank
(repeats bits of bridge and chorus throughout)