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  1. Men without Souls

From the recording Paradise in the Picturehouse

Lyrics

I’M TIRED OF ALL THAT
I’M TIRED OF ALL THAT
I’M TIRED OF THE TALKS
ABOUT TALKS ABOUT TALKS
WHILE THE GUNS HAVE THEIR SAY

I’M SICK TO THE TEETH
YEAH I’M SICK TO THE TEETH
SOME MEN ARE SO ILL
THEY CAN BUTCHER AND KILL
FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE

I CRIED WHEN I READ
THERE’S A BOY NEARLY DEAD
THEY SHOT HIM WITH HOLES
AND THEN BROKE A FEW BONES
AREN’T YOU TOUGH MEN

DO YOU DREAM IN YOUR SLEEP
DO YOU DREAM IN YOUR SLEEP
YOU LEFT HIM HALF DEAD
AND YOU WENT HOME TO BED
YOUR WIFE BRUSHED YOUR COAT
AND SHE MADE YOU SOME TOAST
CAN YOU HEAR HIM MOAN

MEN WITHOUT SOULS
MEN WITHOUT SOULS
THE WHOLE WORLD IS FILLED WITH THEM
DRAGGING THEIR FILTH WITH THEM
MADMEN WILL KILL FOR THEM
AND THEIR MOTHERS STILL FEEL FOR THEM
MEN WITHOUT SOULS