Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowFight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowWe used to ride the trains and wander through our cityThe night became the reason why we even walk at allIn such a costume, we all could die soonSo now's the only time and we're still here before it's goneWe held the virus, which dwelled inside usUnless the cure is found, I fear it's 1999Every night until the end, sundown, we'll do it all againRegret is for the weak and I plan to die before I can standFight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowFight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowThey cured us and ensured us all, the answer was a pillSo we took it and it made us swell, the ride and what you would dependBut the cure was worse than the disease, we tried to give it back likePlease remove this cancer from my veins or merge the bullet with my brainWe changed, especially the death of meWhich cases of attack was left to meAssimilation, a zombie nationWith all our weight and never thought we'd bite the handFight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowFight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweatHold on the throne, it's empty nowIn times of social crisis and tensionIn times when changes come so thick and fastThat the individual can no longer place himself in his groupWhen he knows that something is wrong but doesn't know whatWhen he feels himself a pawnIn times like these, both men become highly suggestiveThey listen eagerly for any voice which sounds authorityThey listen eagerly for anyone who can tell them what is wrong and what to do to right itWho can diagnose their trouble and prescribe a curewww.LRCgenerator.com