Versuri Fuel

 
They were digging a new foudation in Manhattan 
And they discovered a slave cemetary there 
May their souls rest easy 
Now that lynching is frowned upon 
And we've moved on to the electric chair 
And I wonder who's gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer? 
And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer? 
How about we put up a wall between houses and the highway 
And you can go your way, and I can go my may 
 
Except all the radios agree with all the tvs 
And all the magazines agree with all the radios 
And I keep hearing that same damn song everywhere I go 
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head 
And a marshmallow in each ear 
And stumble around for 
Another dumb-numb waiting for another hit song to appear 
 
People used to make records 
As in a record of an event 
The event of people playing music in a room 
Now everything is cross-marketing 
Its about sunglasses and shoes 
Or guns and drugs 
You choose 
We got it rehashed 
We got it half-assed 
We're digging up all the graves 
And we're spitting on the past 
And you can choose between the colors 
Of the lipstick on the whores 
Cause we know the difference between 
The font of 20% more 
And the font of teriakiyi 
You tell me 
How does it... make you feel? 
 
You tell me 
What's ... real? 
And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics 
Even when they're as dry as my lips for years  
Even when they're stranded on a small desert island 
With no place within 2,000 miles to buy beer 
And I wonder 
Is he different? 
Is he different? 
Has he changed? what's he about?.. 
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about? 
 
Am I headed for the same brick wall 
Is there anything I can do about 
Anything at all? 
Except go back to that corner in Manhattan 
And dig deeper, dig deeper this time 
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history 
Beneath unknown bones 
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery 
Beneath the sewage systems and the PATH train 
Beneath the cobblestones and the water mains 
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals 
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels 
Beneath everything I can think of to think about 
Beneath it all, beneath all get out 
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel 
There's a fire just waiting for fuel 
 
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel  
There's a fire just waiting for fuel 
  

[Thanks to Blaze4_u@hotmail.com, t_oli@mailcity.com for correcting these lyrics] 
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