The Last of the Real Stone Sour

[Verse 1]
Where's my crucifix?
Where're my cigarettes?
This hypodermic melancholy
Is not enough
Scratch test credit fraud
This hate is all I've got
Just feed me whiskey, and you'll feel me
The time has come

[Pre-Chorus]
Imagine all the people
Belittled and abused
You want a revolution?
I want the fucking truth

[Chorus]
No voodoo ordeal can stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Until you give me what I want
The last of the real can't stop me now
I'll tear this place apart
Until you give me what I want

[Verse 2]
Hundred-dollar bills
And quiet little kills
Think you can hold me? It'll take an army
I'm everywhere
You press into the flesh
Clichés are beat to death
Is this the best you can come up with?
Feels like despair