All the faces are dressed up in blue,
And there's not a lot I can do,
Conspiracy, 1973,
At the age of 32,
All the dreams I had, all the visions that I had up until then,
Turned into dust and the anonymity that comes with them
Inside there is silver and gold,
Marge Schott can't get in there,
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare
Your colors and flags on a screen,
Turn into something obscene,
The hero died less than dignified,
At the hands of the all-white machine,
Every dream I had, every vision that I had up until then,
Vanished into stars and the anonymity that comes with them
Inside there is silver and gold,
Marge Schott can't get in there,
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare
All of what I heard from the ads in the magazines and the T.V.,
Create a new image that I have to take personally
Inside there is silver and gold,
Marge Schott can't get in there,
Superman can't survive the Dragon's stare
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower