The Tattoos On Your Skin Let You Be the One You’ve Never Been

After All icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 04 from the Katorz LP by Voivod icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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Joey died and nothing has changed
The street corners are still the same
I guess he still lives in my head when it’s time to share the bread
I still got holes on my knees, but I won’t buy the figurine
It’s kind off sad to see you in a box, wrapped and sealed

Who cares after all about the rise and the fall?
It makes the papers for one day, but not for what you had to say

Who cares after all?
Another flyer on the wall
All the names have been washed out: all the ones we care about

Seen it
Been there
Done that

When I am mad—when I see red—I refer to what Iggy says:
“I want to find myself in you. You want to find yourself too.”

Who cares after all?
Win the race or drop the ball
If I make a silly face, is that really what it takes?

Who cares after all about the records on the wall?
The tattoos on your skin let you be the one you’ve never been

Seen it
Been there
Done that

Last Call for the Rascals

Mr. Clean icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 03 from the Katorz LP by Voivod icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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I just witnessed another club eviction
I wonder what he did to get this lesson
Just like that crazy singer, what’s his name?

Who will be the next one to get thrown out?
Just like a garbage bag, go join your friends
It is time to conform with conformity

Plastic holds
Robot souls

“Last call for the rascals”
Mr. Clean says, “Last call for the rascals”

The good old days expired, new kind of people
Prototype generation, all inspected

Shiny chromes
Spirits sold

“Last call for the rascals”
Mr. Clean says, “Last call for the rascals”

Mr. Clean kills germs
Removal!

The homeless out
The poor out
The punks out
The colored out
The striped out
The stains out
The troubled out
The wilds out
The wrongs out
The problems out
The bugs out
The bands out

Wipe them off

The leathers out
The queens out
The freaks out
The misfits out
The loud out
The fly out
The ugly out
The olds out
The smalls out
The bums out
The bad out
And me out

And you, all pure

Nice and clean society
Long live democracy