"At The End Of The World" genre: Psychedelic
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	Credits: Written by Blayne. Bass - T. Gray Drums - Selwyn Broodie
	Story Behind the Song Alot of mindless information squeezed into the form of a song. Lyrics An alarm clock screams 'Your world, it is only violence' The dream jumps a mile as you shatter it for silence. Hollywood will teach you how to die and now at breakfast time, you chew on moral fibre and dress up like a lie. Radios are playing, Radios are playing, and someone is saying 'it's the end of the world' A psychic said they dreamt it and a villian said he dealt it But everyone's felt a little end of the world. My heart is made of chromium, My car runs on uranium, I am married to my robots at the end of this world! My eyes sometimes seem like extensions of machines, phantoms adrift in a mist corporations dreams. Sliding round in circles, someone talks of miracles, Popstars get hysterical And grown men cry Radios are playing, Radios are playing, and someone is saying 'it's the end of the world' A psychic said they dreamt it and a villian said he dealt it But everyone's felt a little end of the world. My heart is made of chromium, My car runs on uranium, I am married to my robots at the end of this world! My gardens made of bakelite, I saw a UFO tonight Beaming me down pictures of the end of this world. The end of this world The end of this world The end of this world

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