The Reproduction Of Death

Won't you forget about me when I'm gone The reproduction of death drags us all along Close your eyes and pretend that nothing's wrong Won't you forget about me when I'm gone Stomp your feet, nod your head and we all move on Close your eyes and pretend Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum I'm going out of my head Won't you forget about me when I'm gone The reproduction of death forces us all in line An installment plan on a slow suicide Won't you forget about me Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum I'm going out of my head Won't you forget about me when I'm gone Lost all hope and dreams in this killing zone Won't you forget about me when I'm gone Lets pretend that we all get along --- The Reproduction of Death - The (International) Noise Conspiracy