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Tom: D D These are the days of Evil perfection D This is the world of torture and fame D This is the age of most vicious infection D These are the times of terror and pain D Let them inside and they build you a nightmare D Show them, you fool, it'll not be in vain D Here is your costume of deepest surrender D These are the times of terror and pain G I wanna ride on the crest of sensation F I wanna scream in the whirlpools of love D# I wanna drown in a climax of thunder G# I wanna be with the fools in the storm D Do what you want and then die when you want to D We're gonna walk on the blood of the MEEK D We're gonna sail through the oceans of wonder D We're gonna live in the DREAMS that we seek D Send in the parasite clowns on their horses D Send in the idiots and let them advance D Send in the monsters of your own creation D Send them all in and give them a chance D We're gonna dance to the sweetest of music D We're gonna play with the whores in the rain D We'll dissipate the Lord's last temptations D All in the cross fire of torture and fame G I wanna ride on the crest of sensation F We're gonna live....... D# In the dreams that we seek G# We're gonna live in the dreams that we seek Gm F D# D7