The Car Bomb Parade - Imperial Bastard Lyrics

Slip away, slip away
Duck under the chain
They fall in line
Slip away, slip away
Duck under the chain
They fall in line
At the pearly gates
Rushing the stage
Towards death, towards meth
Towards their last breath
Eternal struggle, take it all back
Same dreams, same themes, same scenes
As yesterday
Choking down happy pills, don't blow out your brains
So whatcha say
One chance, death trance
Could be your last dance
Imperial bastard
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop
Heroin suicide
No leftover crack
There's a punk named Squirrly
Who's never coming back
And Toasty's there in Tompkins Square
The punks are unaware
It was the night
He sewed his last patch
Same dreams, same themes, same scenes
As yesterday
Speed kills, cheap thrills, bloodstains in the rain
So whatcha say
One chance, death trance
Could be your last dance
Imperial bastard
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop
One chance, death trance
Could be your last dance
One chance, death trance
Could be your last dance
One chance, death trance
Could be your last dance
Imperial bastard
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop
Cutting us with fentanyl, we gotta make it stop