Faith No More - Rise Of The Fall

Rise and fall

Through it all

An olympus of friends

Highs and lows

And the broken prose

And our losses we'll weigh

Game on

Buildings fall

But we're standing tall

Where only chimneys remain

Beg for law

With a crying jaw

Like a jungle in flames

Game on

Gravity

It pulls our waves

And it creates

Monuments of flame

Every house in town

Burn it down

Burn it all down

Burn, burn, down, down...

Coming

The moments grow weak

Coming

With gloves at your throat

Burn it

Into the grave

Burn it

The freedom with heat

Burn it

Electrical thing

Burn it

Smell the white flame

Burn it

Smell the white flame

Burn it

Smell your filthy life

Burning!

What in this life

Lifts us up so high

Down to this campfire?

Around the coast

To the junkyards

When will I see you again?

Faith No More - Matador

When your suits took over me
A future shadow
He boasted and sang to me
Farewell, so long

I'll awake you
From this living sleep
We'll walk the shore
Where you were born
In bed with me

Pull the white sheet off your face
March forward my son
A battle beyond frozen years
Only for dogs ears

We will rise
From the killing floor
Like a Matodor

A stained glass of bovine eyes
Can see right through
Every tombstone lie

Let us retrace every step
Out of this world, and every ditch

We will be when you will be no more
No more.

Be no more.

Stained glass up a hangman's ass.
We served you well, now we're coming back.

Out of the wait across this ghost
We'll jump the gates
And live to rise. We will rise.

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a Matador.

Let the dead live.
May the dead live.
And the dead live.
What more can we give.
Let the dead live.
May the dead live.
And the dead live.
Dead live.

Faith No More - Motherfucker

Force fed more than we eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child
Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style
Moistened in the feed while we’re choke upon the bile
Corner in the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsable
Our sticks equipped with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming

Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains
Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain
Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold
We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming

Goodbye Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone

Faith No More - Cone Of Shame

I'd like to peel the skin off
This winter day
I'd like to burn the hair off
This summer fling

What love can do when love's lost
Grow overweight
And smile as if
There's nothing left to say
Wear the cone of shame

Town is quiet now
Like it's holding its breath
Stone marks the spot
You know who you are
They outlined it in chalk
Word to the wise
And the barman calls time

I'd like to peel your skin off
So I can see what you really think
Or if there is anything
Under that cone of shame

I'd like to strip the bone off
So I can see how you're really made
And see how you really take
Your special pleasure

I'd like to pull your wings off
Read your lines like a gypsy
Just as lonely as anything
So infinite

Cone of shame covering all
You're only happy when you're pissing me off
Cone of shame covering all
I'm only happy when I'm pissing you off