Dogma Lyrics

KMFDM


publisher: ©MINDER MUSIC LTD.
writers: Mark E Smith
album: Track 5 in album Xtort
release date: 1996-6-25
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
genres: Electronic Rock Non-Music
styles: EBM/Industrial/Heavy Metal
length: 4:07
producer: Günter Schulz, Sascha Konietzko and Chris Shepard
drums: William Rieflin
guest lead vocals: Nicole Blackman
vocal: Sascha Konietzko
mixer: Günter Schulz, Sascha Konietzko and Chris Shepard
engineer: Chris Shepard
guitar: Günter Schulz
additional engineer: Ron Lowe
mastering: Brian Gardner and Konrad Strauss
guest percussion: F.M. Einheit
assistant engineer: Claudine Pontier
assistant producer: John Van Eaton
sampler & synthesizer & bass guitar: Sascha Konietzko
composer: F.M. Einheit, Nicole Blackman, Günter Schulz, Sascha Konietzko

Cover Art

KMFDM Xtort cover art
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All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway...
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit america gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me"
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying

Sex, drugs, god, cash, America

We need something to kill the pain
Of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture
Is the only culture we're ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you

Sex, drugs, god, cash, America

The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out - Let's keep going

Sex, drugs, god, cash, America

This is your life - This is your fucking life
We need something to kill
The pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven't done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Power
  • 2 Apathy
  • 3 Rules
  • 4 Craze
  • 5 Dogma
  • 6 Inane
  • 7 Blame
  • 8 Son of a Gun
  • 9 Ikons
  • 10 Wrath / Fairy