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Make some room for the afterlife Golden gates, a happy wife Nothing compares to the sound of your violence Great destroyer, you plant the seed Live in guilt and the loser's grief But nothing compares to the sound of their violence No, nothing compares to the sound of their violence Somewhere we're laughing in far away places instead Say what you will when you know we're just hanging by a thread Take your time, take your time, don't lose your head And all you pretty ones, you're sittin' still The gettin's easy so have your fill Well, nothing compares to the sound of your violence Ain't it funny how the years go by? Nothing changing long as we're alive But nothing compares to the sound of our violence No, nothing compares to the sound of Somewhere we're laughing in far away places instead Say what you will when you know we're just hanging by a thread Aus Songtexte Mania