The last of the real lyrics

Where’s my crucifix? Where are my cigarettes?

This hypodermic melancholy is not enough

Scratch test credit fraud, this hate is all I've got

Just feed me whiskey and you’ll feel me, the time has come

Imagine all the people belittled and abused

You want a revolution? I want the fucking truth

No voodoo ordeal can stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

The last of the real can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

Hundred dollar bills and quiet little kills

Think you can hold me? It’ll take an army, I’m everywhere

You press into the flesh, clichés are beat to death

Is this the best you can come up with? Feels like despair

I made the news today, front page above the fold

You tell me God is dead, I’ll show you hell is cold

No voodoo ordeal can stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

The last of the real can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

Bow your fucking head, desecrate your dead

Can’t you see you’re letting all the lies get in

Close your eyes for I have fucking sinned

Your talk is doubt

Remember how you wanted to be born again?

Well, you weren't born for this

No voodoo ordeal can stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

The last of the real can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart until you give me what I want

You can’t stop me now

You can’t stop me now