Ministry

thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
hypocrites and bastards [in laughter]

hey thanks for nothing!
morals in the dust
two-faced bastards and syncophants
no trust

thieves! liar!
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know
which side are they? which side are they?
which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
which side are they? which side are they?
which side of the grass is greener?
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know

you’re like a great big gun,
just waiting to get squeezed!

breathe, forfeit erection!
toxical injection
geriatric fuck-fest
we still believe in lies

thieves! liar!
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know
who started it? who started it?
which side are they? which side are they?
which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
which side are they? which side are they?
which side of the grass is greener?
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, no one knows

you’re like a great big hit of acid,
waiting to be taken!

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Hot lava
Come down
Big Monkey flow
Chokin’ on a color
Floating down like a rain (”Oh yeah”)

Hot lava
Cool down
Big travel every town
Roll it over with a ball and chain

Hot lava
On the always
Make ready to burn
What the is in your
Lost and your found
Got lotta those time
Some owner lost
He wants nothin’ but the kick underground

“(Be Healed, Be healed!)”
Hot lava, lava
“(Be Healed Be healed!)”

Big kicka mule
Dipped in hot cotton
Make water like candy
And a fever like mine
Big boiler
Make rotten grey matter
not spoiled like the child who pops them two at a time

“Be healed!”
Hot lava, lava
“Be Healed, Be Healed!”
Hot lava
Hot lava

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Probably the only “good” song besides Bad Blood.

take this first song and uh, dance
I mean this, uh, first, let’s start playing and dance”

Well I just shot a man to death
I’ve got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I can’t stop
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell

Well it’s a brutal smell of death

Saw my reflection in a spoon.
I had it with my not approved excuse
I’ve got a supermanic soul

I’ve pulled the trigger in the record room
I’ve put a stop to his loonytoons
I’ve put him down in the record room

These are for you
Dead – break this
These are for you
Dead – break this
Dead!

These are for you
Dead – break this
These are for you
Dead – break this

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standing round the table
spinning fables
and signing autographs
can’t you hear them laugh
ha ha ha ha ha
in their secrecies
they plan their strategies
it’s called hypocrisy
and we believe

mornings
they tell me everything
that i need to know
or i care to know
well i can visualize
the look in your eyes
the horror
as the plane goes down
and the siren sounds
we can’t believe
we can’t believe

in the east where the bear is dancing
in the west where the eagle flies
in the middle we stand our ground
the forces pull us down down down

tensions on both sides
we’re paralyzed and victimized
we’re terrified and petrified
demoralized and mortified
of genocide and suicide
and patricide and cyanide
we’re pacified by every side
force-fed pride and then we die for them
we die for them

in the east where the bear is dancing
in the west where the eagle flies
in the middle we stand our ground
the forces pull us down down down

we believe

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Comments are disabled, thanks to all you dickheads, who want to argue who is better Bob Dylan or Ministry, or who can sing better, or who is still alive. When ever you decide to get the over yourselfs, and be adults, then we can discuss the SONG and not how Bob Dylan sucks, or how Ministry sucks.

Lay Lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay

Stay while the night is still ahead
Stay lady stay
While Heaven’s dust fills our head
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I show them to you and you see them shine
Stay lady stay
Stay with your man a while
Till the break of day
Then you’re gonna see him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing he’s ever seen
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing over you
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Stay lady stay
We’re gonna build the whole night ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you all night
Lay lady lay

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stronger than reason
stronger than lies
the only truth I know
is the look in your eyes
the look in your eyes

just like a car crash
just like a knife
my favourite weapon
is the look in your eyes
you’ve run out of lies

you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
there’s a ton locked in your empty eyes
get out of my life

I’m chewing on glass
and eating my fingers
I’m not the one
who’s run out of lies
lies

you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of lies
you’ve run out of time

cutting my face
and walking on splinters
I lost my soul
to the look in your eyes
your eyes

you ran out of lies
you ran out of lies
you ran out of lies
you ran out of time

stigmata!

o, you have empty eyes
they tell me nothing, nothing but lies

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Well known Catholic lay person, Eddie Stones at a charismatic renewal conference in Waterford in 2005. Eddie and his wife Lucy run a House of Prayer and healing ministry in Clonfert, Co. Galway.

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