ROCK + ROLL = 666

by The Urbane Decay

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The first official release by The Urbane Decay. A brief detour into a neighborhood of cracked pavement side streets and back alley rock'n'roll.

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released December 12, 2002

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The Urbane Decay Toronto, Ontario

The Urbane Decay is an indie pop recording project mainly active between 2002-2009, mainly by Jakob Rehlinger, mainly maudlin and mopey.

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Track Name: Born On The Night Rock'n'Roll Died
Rock + Roll = 666

Everybody say I was stillborn child
Everybody say I was stillborn child
When I came out, the Devil smiled
Mama gave birth with Death by her side
Born on the night Rock'n'Roll died

They say I was born with horns and a tail
When she saw me my poor mama wailed
Midwife was there with the Devil by her side
Born on the night that Rock'n'Roll died

Rock + Roll = 666...

They say I was born with horns and a tail
Midwife was there with the Devil by her side
Born on the night that Rock'n'Roll died
Track Name: Lipstick on Kleenex
Lipstick on Kleenex at the end of the night
Wipe away the smoke and the starlight

Lipstick on Kleenex, they say that you done wrong
I try to pretend like I knew it all along

Lipstick on Kleenex, why did you do it
When you break a heart you can't just re-glue it

Apologies and saying you're sorries
Don't mean shit to me, it's just gotten boring

Lipstick on Kleenex, 12 wilted roses
Whiskey and pills in elephant doses

Get me 1, get me 2, get me another...
Track Name: Ghetto Rats
I was walking in the city late one night
The sidewalk gleamed harsh bone white
Nothing was alive, not a blade of grass
The pavement cracked, all broken glass

Nothing's built to last
Disposable as culture
When all that's left is trash
We'll all become vultures
Licking our wounds like alley cats
Picking at bones like ghetto rats

Jezebel's leaning on a chain-link fence
Punks throwing dice, trying to look bent
In a vacant lot where the junkies go
Where nothing ever matters, nothing ever grows

Nothing's built to last
Disposable as culture
When all that's left is trash
We'll all become vultures
Licking our wounds like alley cats
Picking at bones like ghetto rats

Scritch, scratch...