The Last of the Real

[Verse 1: Corey Taylor] Where’s my crucifix? Where’re 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 [Pre-Chorus] Imagine all the people belittled and abused You want a revolution? I want the fucking truth [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Corey Taylor] 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 [Pre-Chorus] I made the news today- front page above the fold You tell me God is dead- I’ll show you hell is cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Corey Taylor] 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… [Chorus] [Outro] You can’t stop me now... You can’t stop me now