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Heard the news.
And I don't hear no more.
Sell your views from camera 4.
Take your cues.
Another FOX whore.
You know who you're working for.
That laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Built to last.
Like a cockroach high on laughing gas.
You feed a fever - starve a cold.
Fed your views.
An I don't know no more.
Sell the news.
New abuse.
You big stock whore.
Chained up to the ruling kind and their laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Jet to crash.
So, keep them high on all that laughing gas.
You feed a fever - starve a cold.
Laughing gas.
You feed a fever.
Spell to cast.
Elect your witches and their laughing gas.
You feed the masses what you're told.
You're a fever - I'm a cold.
And no one's sweating you out.
You feed them full of that laughing gas.
You're a fever - I'm a cold.
- Album:
- Hey, Killer
- The Another February (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Twelve Angry Months
- As Good As Dead
- 2004-04-20: Webster Theatre, Hartford, CT, USA
- 2004-12-31: The Double Door, Chicago, IL, USA
- De Afrekening, Volume 13
- Studio Brussel: ’t Gaat vooruit ’97
- Local H: The Island Years
- Best of Local H - The Island Years
- 12 Angry Months
- 100 Greatest Rock Songs of the 90s
- Alternative Times, Volume 23
- You Gotta Hear This, Volume 1
- Half-Life EP
- Here Comes the Zoo
- Half-Life E.P.
- Team
- Whatever Happened To P.J. Soles?