Siberian Breaks (Ed Banger All-Stars Remix) - MGMT

Enlightened skies Earth starts to move All hell's breaking loose Released from the cage Awakened running wild Evil creatures of the night Bark! Bark! ...it's time to bark! Under a spell Send out from hell Serial killers on parole Bad to the bone Claiming the throne Hound masters in control All hell breaks loose! All hell's breaking loose! We are under a spell Send out from hell Serial killers on parole Bad to the bone Claiming the throne Hound masters in control All hell breaks loose! All hell's breaking loose!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for soemone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired, It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack Money, it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money, it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're Giving none away "HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking Why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and Screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

Evil S.I.S to find a shore A beast that doesn't quiver anymore And we could crush some plants to paint my walls And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars Was I? I was too lazy to bathe Or paint or write or try to make a change Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch And I don't have to love or think too much Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk Mental mystics in a twisted metal car Tried to amplify the sound of light and love Christ is cursed of fathers and martyrs Might even take a knife to split a hair Or even scare the children off my lawn Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs Every mess invested was a score We couldn't use computers anymore But it's difficult to win unless you're bored And you might have to plan for the weekend wars Try to break my heart, I'll drive to Arizona It might take a hundred years to grow an arm I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior My predictions are the only things I have I can amplify the sound of light and love I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win I don't know how to begin I'm a curse and I'm a sound When I open up my mouth There's a reason I don't win