I never meant to simplify or even understand, I was in the back row, Just trying to watch the band, Oblivious to currents in performance and opinion,
Everybody has a question, If not an adoring letter, If not words of disappointment, I'm being blackmailed with integrity, I read every word, I cannot
If I could have any expectation, And looked back a generation, What would be the case? My Grandmother died with the mind of a child, All she did was
Look at you, you're perfect, Hoodie hanging just right, Tattooed arm, cigarettes, Unaware of your might Yeah, sure, your pants are baggy, And your mesmer
I never sleep, which is no surprise, And I don't need to justify why I like to see the sunrise A voice is very close to me, It happened quite unconsciously
As I lie here crushed beneath the wheels of a MUNI bus, The commuters all around me crane their necks to see, By the looks on their faces I must be a
Words are flying at me at the speed of sound, But the machines are too loud for me to hear, He's trying hard to demonstrate something, What it is isn
She's an anybody, She'll be anybody's anything, She says "Anything with anyone Must surely be OK." She says she wants to have a good time, I'm somehow
Your brains went black, When she took back her love, And put it out into the sun, The birds did fly, When the heavens all went dry, And the cigarettes
This is not a one-horse town, If there's a sound it might be coming from the underground, Maybe not, When it's hot it's really, really, really hot, Drink
Ayn Rand is dead, So put down your pen, A whole new generation, Who pointlessly defend, Ayn Rand is dead, And I can not pretend, To embrace a greed,
Backstage passes for the both of you, Again, what does it mean to you, You think you're writing wrongs with your old typewriter, But you haven't got
[Originally by Circle Jerks] Beverly Hills, Century City, Everything's so nice and pretty All the people look the same, Don't they know they're fucking
It's simplistic presentation, Your caustic realization, Motivation in TV screens, Vanguards built deliberately, Feminization on every sex, Stop, go back
I take the PATH to the city, The other three take the chance to sleep, Lack of the same and I feel shitty, My commute turns to a creep, I walk in crowds
Roads and roads of countryside, With someone left behind, I get another letter, It's meant to remind, "Every day you seem to change", You don't know
Sweat drips down his face as he walks into the place, That he walks by every single day, He's only 21, but when his job is done, Never again will he
She's coming over, I can smell the chemicals from here, I just had to get away, And my resistance, Is I don't need it to exist, I should just give it