I've got nothing left to lose, but everything to gain So sick & fucking tired of living life just the same With no cash, no money, no stash, no change
YOU FILL ME UP WHEN I HAVE NO HOPE LEFT AT ALL I know some fool who collects records Only now he smokes pot He traded in his straight-edge For angular art rock
It's Thursday night, and I'm bored all the time Going to the place where I failed for the first time in my life Got all caught up smoking pot, having
A so-called "cultured suburban male" Sick & tired of his home and chasing tail Say to himself "I need a plan to be a man" "I've got to start a band,
I've seen the problems on the horizon Those times are tough, they're always trying to seek out the flows and & isolate When you're backed in the corner
girls & boys Make em' choose before they find their own voice What else you gonna do but let your country make use of you? Oil spills (Why can't you see?) It also kills (Kills
I was there wearing Hawaiian shirts in December Carson Daly's posing as a RBF member Just so happy getting thrown in the trash Who'd have known that
might go far It's too bad I came to kill all the punk rock stars (CAUSE THEY KILLED PUNK ROCK) I obsess why I excess To live, to love, to write, to rock
The sounds in High Fidelity are my personal luxury. The songs I love are the ska songs that Melt Banana be covering. You can't have a turntable when
When he said to you this sound is through, let;s start making money What of the summer, yeah it can be a bummer if you're not supposed to be there In the punk
April '07, Ohio Three days in. only a week to go Searching for a meaning As to why you left Cleveland When you ditched us, then you Hopped a bus & headed
Tell me what's worse: The box or the bomb? Tell me what keeps you up all night long? Headlines hypnotize like deer caught in headlights Pushing the issues
