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Garbage - No Gods No Masters Album Lyrics



Garbage - No Gods No Masters Lyrics






The Men Who Rule the World

The men who rule the world
Have made a f*cking mess
The history of power
The worship of success
The king is in the counting house
The chairman of the board
The women who crowd the courtrooms
All accused of being whores

Money, money, money
Money, money, money

The fleecing of the people
All the f*cking time
They call it self-preservation
But we call it a crime
Tented cities on sidewalks
Underneath the clouds
Imaginary neighbours
With plastic cups and paper crowns

Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time

The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator

Now let's save all of the animals
Let's save all the squid
Let's load them onto the mothership
With the elders and the kids (let's go)
Save great works of genius
The birds, the bugs, the seeds
And make it a crime to tell a lie again
And watch those haters bleed

Money money money
Money money money
Money money money
Oh, money money money

Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside my head
All the f*cking time

The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator
The violator, hate the violator
The violator, destroy the violator (money, money, money)
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Writer: Butch Vig, Shirley Manson, Duke Erikson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




The Creeps

When I get like this, I give myself the creeps
Like a newborn cub on little shaky feet
Stumbling around, trying to find some ground
What a joke, always thrashing around
'Til I figure it out and then I choke

I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head
I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head

In my head
In my head
In my head
In my head

I was so upset, I saw them selling me out
Right there on Los Feliz Boulevard
They were selling me cheap out there on the street
Poster sized, large as life
There were tears in my eyes and so I drove on by

I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna think my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head
I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head

(In my head) I gotta bend or we will fall
My reality's a metaphor
Success is big and failure small
And I'm one inch shy of feeling tall

So I drive on home, my tail between my legs, mmm
I'm deadbeat tired and a bit of a mess, mmm
Feeling all refreshed and brimming with hope
All my intentions are good and then I choke

I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head
I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head

In my head
In my head
In my head
In my head

I give myself the creeps
I give myself the creeps
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Uncomfortably Me

Spent every day wishing my life away
Always so nervous and unsure of myself
Always the bridesmaid and never the bride
Always the wallflower, never the sports star

Wanted their body, wanted their hair
Wanted the way that they walked straight ahead of me
I didn't know then what I think I know now
Wanted their confidence, wanted their love

Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me, uncomfortably me
Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me, uncomfortably me

I hated the way that I spoke from the place
Where I was born and where I came from
Hated myself when she wasn't around
I missed the way she'd throw her head back and laugh at me

Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me, uncomfortably me
Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me, uncomfortably me

My hands would shake, I would sweat
Always trying hard to impress
Wish I'd told them all, "go to hell"
But I never had the common sense
Too busy hating on myself
A waste of time, a waste of space

Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me
Uncomfortably here, uncomfortably there
Uncomfortably me

Uncomfortably me
Uncomfortably me

Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable

Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable
Uncomfortable
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Wolves

I was busy picking up the pieces of my broken heart
I stand accused and maybe, on reflection, got a little cruel
I was too brash for you, I moved too fast, perhaps a little rude
I know I was a jerk and impolite, I was loud

No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you
No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you

Which one of my two wolves will I give my attention to tonight?
Which one will I decide to feed? Which one will I decide to fight?
I was impulsive, I confess, talked a lot behind your back
I was judgemental, played too cool, I was not so nice

No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you
No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you

We were young and we loved attention
We were drunk and we loved attention
We were sad and we loved attention
We were scared and we loved attention

Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God
Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God

No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you
No one can say
That I didn't need you
That I didn't want you
That I didn't love you

That I didn't love you
No one can say
That I didn't love you
No one can say

No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can

Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Waiting for God

Waiting for God to show up
We're keeping our fingers crossed
Can't seem to make sense of all of this madness
Waiting for God to show up
(On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on)

Look what they did to her boy
And nobody's blinking an eye
She's choking on sadness with no hope for justice
Just look what they did to her boy
(On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on)

Did she get lost in the rains?
Or was there a lockdown at school?
Maybe the ice cracked and swallowed the house up
Or did they get caught in the fires?
(On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on)

All this talk of faith
The power of all our prayers
Meanwhile kids playing video games
They fall, but they don't get up

Who have we become?
What do we do now?
The waving of our flags
And tears won't bring them back

Waiting for God to show up
We're keeping our fingers crossed
Smiling at fireworks that light all our skies up
While Black boys get shot in the back

Were they caught riding their bike?
Or guilty of walking alone?
I can't seem to make sense of all of this madness
Just waiting for God, keep waiting for God to show up
(On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on)

Oh God (it goes)
Who art in heaven
Who art in heaven, come
Stand with us (it goes)
May your will be done
On Earth, as it is in heaven
(On and on)
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Godhead

Would you deceive me if I had a dick?
Would you know it?
Would you blow it?
If I had a dick
Would you know it?
If I had a dick
Would you blow it?

Would you hear me, deceive me, believe me?
Would you ever f*cking leave me?

The center of heaven is you
And the truth keeps weighing me down
No matter what you have done
You are the Godhead, the chosen one

Godhead
Godhead
Godhead
Godhead

Get off my tits at early noon
Get off my tits
Whatever it meant
Call me a bitch
I'm a terrorist
Call me a bitch
I'm a terrorist

Beloved, beloved
Beloved one
Beloved, beloved
Beloved son
Beloved, beloved

The center of heaven is you (I'm a terrorist)
And the truth keeps weighing me down (I'm such a bitch)
No matter what you have done (I'm a terrorist)
You are the Godhead, the chosen one (I'm such a bitch)
The center of heaven is you (you're a terrorist)
And the truth keeps weighing me down (get off your high horse)
No matter what you have done (you're a terrorist)
You are the Godhead

Godhead
Godhead
Godhead

If I had a dick
Would you know it?
If I had a dick
Would you blow it?

The center of heaven is you
And the truth keeps weighing me down (I'm such a bitch)
No matter what you have done
You are the Godhead, the chosen one (I'm a terrorist)
The center of heaven is you
And the truth keeps weighing me down (I'm such a bitch)
No matter what you have done
You are the

Godhead
Godhead
Godhead
Godhead
You are the Godhead
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Anonymous XXX

Love is pain
Pain is love
Love is immortal
Love is god

Hope is eternal
Eternal life
Halfway in is halfway nice

She tastes like danger
Tastes of fun
She tastes like smoke
And blackberries

She takes her clothes off
You start to cry
You think you've found a way to change your life

Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous sex
Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous

I'll be your one and only (you chase anonymous)
I'll be your one and only (you chase anonymous)
I'll be your one and only (you chase anonymous)
I'll be your one and only one

Don't tell me your name
I don't want to know
And don't come too close
I don't want you to

Don't take off your mask
Don't turn around
And don't touch my face
'Cause I don't want you to
Don't tell me you name

Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous sex
Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous

Don't tell me your name
I don't want to know
Don't come too close
I don't want you to

Don't take off your mask
Don't turn around
Don't touch my face
I don't want you to
Don't tell me you name

Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous sex
Dress it up
Dress you down
You chase anonymous

I'll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only one
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




A Woman Destroyed

Our love is supreme
But you've taken it for granted
You've been stupid, reckless
And you've been careless
You know what they say about the ones
Who make you feel you're hard to love?

Our love is over
Now you've found your little oyster
And you swapped your queen out for a pawn
Lock your door, get a guard dog

Our love (love, love)
Is our love (love, love)
It's your love (love, love)
And my love (love, love)
A woman destroyed, a woman destroyed
A woman destroyed, a woman destroyed

Our love is shattered
You wrecked it, it's in tatters
I guess I'll be taking my revenge
'Cause you wrecked my dreams and all my plans
Don't walk home in the dark alone
Better sleep with all the lights on

Our love (love, love)
It's our love (love, love)
It's your love (love, love)
And my love (love, love)
A woman destroyed, a woman destroyed
A woman destroyed, a woman destroyed

When the crooked man
Walked the crooked mile
In the pouring rain
In the summer heat

And the dogs are barking
And the children singing
And the stars are pulling
At my hair and you're hustling

Watch your back in the alley
Lock your door, keep the lights on
Don't walk in the dark
Better sleep with the lights on

When the crooked man
Walks the crooked mile
In the pouring rain
In the summer heat

And the dogs are barking
And the children singing
And the stars are pulling
At my hair and you're hustling

Watch your back in the alley
Lock your door, keep the lights on
Lock the door, keep the lights on
Lock your door, get a guard dog

Our love was supreme
But you took it all for granted
Our love was supreme
I guess I'll be taking my revenge
I guess I'll be taking my revenge
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Flipping the Bird

I stopped listening to you years ago
You always think that you know best, I know
I hear you explain things from the other room (the other room)
You spread your legs and you gesticulate

You tell me who you think I am (you tell me, you tell me)
And I agree with you but deep inside (you tell it)
I am flipping you the bird again (you tell me)
Seek long enough and ye shall find, my friend (you tell me, you tell it)

I am hungry, but I learned long ago
Now you don't eat the hand that feeds, I know
I eat my anger 'cause I am angry, man
I smile and say you're right because I can

You try to love (you try to love)
Well, you're too far gone (hard to love)
Inside (you're hard to love)
Your own self-worth (you're hard to love)
It died inside (you're hard to love)

You tell me who you think I am (you tell me, you tell me)
And I agree with you but deep inside (you tell me)
I am flipping you the bird again (you tell me)
Seek long enough and ye shall find, my friend (you tell me, you tell me)
(You tell me)
(You tell me)

I stole your jacket (I stole your jacket)
Because you're meek (because you're meek)
The one who asks (the one who asks)
Will not receive (will not receive)
Because you're meek

Flipping the bird
Flipping the bird
Flipping the bird
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Writer: Shirley Manson, Butch Vig, Steve Marker, Duke Erikson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




No Gods No Masters

Be kind, beware
Be good, don't be scared
Nothing lasts and no one stays
The same forever, so accept the change

Where the wind blows, round and round in circles
Where the wind blows, round and round in circles

The future is mine just the same
No master or gods to obey
I'll make all the same mistakes

Save your prayers for yourself
'Cause they don't work and they don't help
The things we do, the things we don't
The things we love, the things we lost

When the wind blows, running round in circles
When the wind blows, running round in circles

The future is mine just the same (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
No master or gods to obey (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
I'll make all the same mistakes (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
Over and over again (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
Over and over again (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)

All our friends, all our lovers, all our babies
All our friends, all our lovers, all our babies

The future is mine just the same (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
No master or gods to obey (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
I'll make all the same mistakes (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
Over and over again (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)
Over and over again (where the wind blows, round and round in circles)

The future is mine just the same
No master or gods to obey
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




This City Will Kill You

We were young
Out on the scene
Life so loud
And so much fun
And the party boys
In their pretty clothes
Everybody's got it going on
Everybody's got it going on

On the way home
Just to score one
In the daytime
In the downtown
And the lights are shining
And the girls are dancing
All the lights are sparkling
And the drugs are working
This city will kill you
This city will kill you

Everybody is praying that it rains (that it rains)
It's been promised now for days
But the sun is high in the sky again
You go out at night and you nurse your pain

You got to get out
You got to get out
You got to run
Gotta quit this town
You got to get out
You got to get out
You got to run
Gotta quit this town tonight
'Cause this city will kill you

You've got to wake up
And figure things out
You're getting too old
They'll walk over your bones when you're cold
(When you're cold) this city will kill you

Why was I (why was I)
The one to survive (the one to survive)
The one who (the one who)
Didn't succumb, who didn't succumb?

Gotta quit this town
You gotta quit this town tonight

You got to get out (got to get out)
You got to get out (got to get out)
You got to run
Gotta quit this town
You got to get out (got to get out)
You got to get out (got to get out)
You got to run
Gotta quit this town tonight
This city will kill you
You gotta quit this town
Got to get out (got to get out)
You gotta quit this town tonight
Got to get out, got to get out, got to get out
Got to get out, got to get out
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Writer: Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Back to: Garbage


No Gods No Masters is the seventh studio album by American rock band Garbage. It was released on June 11, 2021, through the band's own label Stunvolume. The album was distributed worldwide by Infectious Music and BMG and preceded by the singles "The Men Who Rule the World", "No Gods No Masters" and "Wolves".

"This is our seventh record, the significant numerology of which affected the DNA of its content: the seven virtues, the seven sorrows, and the seven deadly sins," singer Shirley Manson explained, describing No Gods No Masters as "a critique of the rise of capitalist short-sightedness, racism, sexism and misogyny across the world."
Genre(s): Electronic rock, industrial rock, synth-pop, post-grunge
Producer(s): Garbage, Billy Bush
Length: 46:07
Released: June 11th, 2021
Year: 2021

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