Last of the Real - Stone Sour

Where’s my crucifix?

Where are my cigarettes?

This hypodermic melancholy

Is not enough

Scratch this 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

Til you give me what I want

The last of the real

Can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart

Til 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

Cliches 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 has come

No voodoo ordeal

Can stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart

Til you give me what I want

The last of the real

Can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart

Til you give me what I want

Til you give me what I want

Til you give me what I want

Blow your fucking head

Desecrate your dead

Can’t you see you’re laying all the lies, get it Close your eyes for all your fucking sin

Your talk is doubt

Remember how you wanted to be born again?

Well you were forced with this

No voodoo ordeal

Can stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart

Til you give me what I want

The last of the real

Can’t stop me now

I’ll tear this place apart

Til you give me what I want

Until you give me what I want

You can’t stop me now

You can’t stop me now