FOUR-FIFTY-ONE (trumpet)
(rhythm intro)
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Here the man draws the line for separation
(Old Vision)
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation
(You Make Division)
Walk no mile,
I`m sick and tired,
of all of you cowards a the radio station.
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I`d say that you`re a chicken.
We`re going nowhere,
and it`s happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
(While he sings the second part of the chorus below.)
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Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn.
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Pharisees in the church, time to take a vacation.
(Emancipation)
Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation.
(Booyah)
(While he sings the first part of the chorus below.)
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We`re going nowhere,
and it`s happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
(While he sing the second part of the chorus below.)
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Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your door and let it burn.
The radio is preaching the candy coated goo,
the record companies and the TV too.
No one rocks the boat,
terrified of trouble,
can`t tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble.
(While he sings next part below)
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It was never your point to get people saved,
you pad yourself with fluff just because you`re afraid.
I`m not afraid to point the finger now,
the choir`s so used to the preaching anyhow.
We`re going nowhere,
and it`s happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your door and let it burn.
( While he sings the second part of the chorus below.)
D E F# G E E
D E F# G G F# E D D
D E F# G E E
D E F# G G F# E D D
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheir 451,
you close your door and let it burn.
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CASEY BAKER (lbaker@galstar.com)
