Текст песни Stone sour - Last Of The Real | SongLyrics

Where's my crucifix?
Where are my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy
Is not enough
Scratch this credit fraud
This hate is all I've got
Just feed me whiskey and you'll feel me
The time has come
Imagine all the people
Belittled and abused
You want a revolution
I want the fucking truth

No voodoo ordeal
Can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want
The last of the real
Can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want

Hundred dollar bills
And quiet little kills
Think you can hold me?
It'll take an army
I'm everywhere
You press into the flesh
Cliches are beat to death
Is this the best you can come up with?
Feels like despair
I made the news today
Front page above the fold
You tell me God is dead
I'll show you Hell has come

No voodoo ordeal
Can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want
The last of the real
Can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want
Til you give me what I want
Til you give me what I want

Blow your fucking head
Desecrate your dead
Can't you see you're laying all the lies, get it
Close your eyes for all your fucking sin
Your talk is doubt
Remember how you wanted to be born again?
Well you were forced with this

No voodoo ordeal 
Can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want
The last of the real
Can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Til you give me what I want
Until you give me what I want
You can't stop me now
You can't stop me now

«Last Of The Real» — композиция, исполненная Stone sour, которая завоевала популярность среди поклонников жанра. В данном разделе вы можете ознакомиться с полным текстом песни, прочувствовать атмосферу произведения и ближе познакомиться с творчеством артиста.

Слова песни «Last Of The Real» являются ярким примером стиля, в котором работает Stone sour.

О песне

• Название: Last Of The Real
• Исполнитель: Stone sour
• Язык исполнения: Английский
• Дата публикации: 27.07.2025