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Life could be a dream

Well I'd rather to be one who lives in a nightmare

I wanna be loved by you

I prefer to be alone

You say you are a believer, I say you are a deceiver

Just another fright in a Saturday night fever

With rotten brain and a frozen heart

You will never be torn apart

The curtain falls

On your rat show

The games are done

On your own

Love me tender

But hate me to death

Knockin on heaven's door

But housekeeping in hell

What if god was one of us?

We'll have a Jesus Christ pornostar

You are a dead-end riddle,

a vulture caught on a bridle

A blindfolded rat forced to dance

on the slimy strings of a fiddle

Another plastic-man dragged in a hole

that leads to a bitter world

The curtain falls

On your rat show

The games are done

On your own