Michael Stipe:
God has smiled upon you this day
The fate of a nation in your hands
And blessed be the children
Who fight with all our bravery
Till only the righteous stand
Mike Mills and Angelica Pickles:
You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
You fight in all our names
For what we know is right
And when you all get shot
And can not carry on
Though you die
La Resistance lives on
Lil Deville and Michael Stipe:
You may get stabbed in the head
With a dagger or sword
You may be burned to death
Or skinned alive or worse
But when they torture you
You will not feel the need to run for
Though you die
La Resistance lives on
Chuckie Finster:
*Spoken but psed off
Blame Miley
Blame Miley
Because the slt's gone awry
Tomorrow night that st will die.
James Hetfield:
Tomorrow night
Our lives will change
Tomorrow night
We'll be entertained
An execution
What a sight
Tomorrow night
Corey Taylor:
Up there, there is so much room
Where baby's burp and flowers bloom
Tomorrow night up there is doomed
And so I will be going soon
Noodles and Phillip:
Shut your fucking face uncle fucker
You're a boner biting bastard uncle fucker
Phillip:
Looks like we may be out of luck
Noodles:
Tomorrow night we're pretty fucked
Phil Deville, Eminem, and Dexter Holland:
Why did our mothers start this war
What the fuck are they fighting for
When did this song become a fucking marathon
Corey Taylor and Phil Deville:
I want to live up there
When Hannah Montanna is dead and gone there'll be no more Miley Cyrus, Punk!
Michael Stipe:
They may cut your dick in half
And serve it to a pig
And though it hurts you'll laugh
You'll dance a dickless jig
But that's the way it goes
In war you're shat upon
Though you die
La Resistance lives on
Michael Stipe: God has smiled upon you this day The fate of a nation in your hands And blessed be the children Who fight with all our bravery Till only the righteous stand
Mike Mills and Angelica Pickles: You see the distant flames They bellow in the night You fight in all our names For what we know is right And when you all get shot And can not carry on Though you die La Resistance lives on
Lil Deville and Michael Stipe: You may get stabbed in the head With a dagger or sword You may be burned to death Or skinned alive or worse But when they torture you You will not feel the need to run for Though you die La Resistance lives on
Chuckie Finster: *Spoken but psed off Blame Miley Blame Miley Because the slt's gone awry Tomorrow night that st will die.
James Hetfield: Tomorrow night Our lives will change Tomorrow night We'll be entertained An execution What a sight Tomorrow night
Corey Taylor: Up there, there is so much room Where baby's burp and flowers bloom Tomorrow night up there is doomed And so I will be going soon
Noodles and Phillip: Shut your fucking face uncle fucker You're a boner biting bastard uncle fucker
Phillip: Looks like we may be out of luck
Noodles: Tomorrow night we're pretty fucked
Phil Deville, Eminem, and Dexter Holland: Why did our mothers start this war What the fuck are they fighting for When did this song become a fucking marathon
Corey Taylor and Phil Deville: I want to live up there When Hannah Montanna is dead and gone there'll be no more Miley Cyrus, Punk!
Michael Stipe: They may cut your dick in half And serve it to a pig And though it hurts you'll laugh You'll dance a dickless jig But that's the way it goes In war you're shat upon Though you die La Resistance lives on