The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
The (International) Noise Conspiracy
What is waiting at the end of the dirt road
The morning star or just another crown of thorns
What is waiting at the end of the dirt road
Whats gonna bring it all under
Set the fuse detonate into living
My face is bruised from forgiving and for giving in
Set the fuse and detonate into living
Im the countdown to the detonation plan
Im a ticking H-bomb dont you understand
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
White crosses were spelling out freedom
Set to flame and burning up and down the streets
White crosses that were spelling out freedom
Whats gonna bring it all under
You can say my name is St Jude the lover
The chosen one who got tired of just playing his part
You can say my name is St Jude the lover
Im the countdown to the detonation plan
Im a ticking H-bomb dont you understand
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
And Im gonna explode
Im the fallen standing on my feet again
Im the other one dont you understand
I am I am
Dont you understand
I am I am
Im the black cat waiting up around the bend
Im dynamite dont you understand
I am I am
Dont you understand
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
I am I am I am
And Im gonna explode
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
Im dynamite dont you understand
I am I am I am
Im dynamite dont you understand