're a coat-tail rider That's why I'm so glad we're through Your brain's a short circuit That's why I'd rather jerk it Than spend another night with you
! The sacrificial lamb Offered to a blood-thirsty god Throat cut, oceans of blood Let in guild and fear No more, all of your sins Have been paid for in prayer Knowing this, I
There once was a park where the kids used to go But not anymore 'cause their parents all know There's junkies and whores and bums drinking beer And the
28 She's got a 38 She's got a 357 magnum She sleeps with one stashed in her bed And she's packing one in her purse I was thinking yesterday I don't know
to sleep How did I get in so deep? I learned something that I'd rather not know Maybe I could make it down to mexico I know way more than I'd like to
They force feed you love, then serve you hate What are they teaching? I just can't relate Altar boys are the victims he defiled He took advantage of the
help myself, I guess I'm a sucker There's no way that I can change the pathways In the dark maze of my mind I guess I could try, but I'm so lazy And
Will our children look back With hatred or despair At a generation of idiots Who just didn't care About the fossil fuel fumes And the aerosol sprays That
past was slate Which I could wipe clean But who can I blame? There's only me I screwed up I'm guilty Guilt trip The guilt trip Guilt trip I'm on a trip
Way down here on level 7 So far from the radiation Push-button soldiers underground Stationed seven levels down We're even deeper than the president We
playing hard ball [X2] You want to play with us Well step up to the plate The bases are loaded And we tire of the wait I'd love to go to court Just to
Go ahead and say it! what have you got to lose? Go ahead and say it! no need to hold back Go ahead and say it! voice your opinion Go ahead and say it!
1) WHAT'S YOUR RELIGION? 2) WHAT'S YOUR PROFESSION? 3) WHO DID YOU VOTE FOR, IN THE ELECTION? 4) WHEN DID YOU LAST WORK? 5) HAVE YOU ANY SKILLS? 6) ARE
I've lived in a van and i've lived in a tree Never did what anyone expected of me I ate at soup kitchens and i slept in squats Abandoned buildings and
don't know who i am You don't know what i want You can't see in my head You can't even imagine You don't know what i'm feeling You don't know what i'm
done Now i'm hurting real bad and i've got the runs I hate the dry heaves, i hate dry heaves I hate the dry heaves, i hate dry heaves I was talking to
Somewhere, out past nowhere I was born in the middle of an air raid Since i hit the dirt, i was on the run The son of a gun and a switchblade Got my uzi
you know that i don't have to tell you I think about you all the time I think about you all the time I never wanted this, i was having fun Before i met