when we get back to jerusalem. everybody's gonna praise our name. when we get back to jerusalem. ain't nothing gonna be the same. when the system hits jerusalem.
Way across the plains. The lights spell out a code. No one knows where they take us. But we'll search till we grow old. All the paths they lead. To a single solemn place.
Join The Ranks. Join The Fight. Here We All Are United In A Plight For. Doing What You Wanna Do. Let The Truth Be Told. They're Made From The Mold. Tied Down Against Their Will.
i will bring warmth and light to your cold darkness. i only want what is final. i can be brighter. i can burn with more heat. always daytime or always nightime.
Katie" I said, "I think I'm gonna marry you.". and she said, "Are you asking me, or are you telling me?". "I'm asking you".. "Well go ahead and ask me, then"..
And every couple of months you die. And every answer a dozen lies. I'm feeling better in ready time. I never tried. It always works. It's hard to leave.
You've got to get it to give away. You've got to give it to get away. You've got to get it to give away. You've got to give it to get away. . Outside, feeling kind of faded.
Come on everyone. Grab a gun, run. Oh, yeah. . But try not to be yellow. Surrender to me. Say you will. Say that you will. . Yeah, but try not to be yellow.
Victim of a witch hunt. mind racing to the past. when my only fears. where the jaws of the lion.
There's life in the ground. . I feel it all around. I feel it in my bones. My life is on the line. When Im away from home. . When I step out the door.
Left school at sixteen to become a banker. Well he can just fuck off - fuckin tory wanker. . JOHN MAJOR - FUCK YOU. . Thinks he's fuckin hard but he'd be out of luck.
only me. don't know the light from darkness. only me. don't have the right to get it or forget it. . only you. to clarify the conflict. only you. will never ever upset it or regret it.
living for Christ is what we do. that's the definition of our hardcore. we don't need drugs or booz. Christian punks we wont loose. . Jesus Christ Hardcore.
C'est un autre samedi soir. La rue est chaude sous nos pieds. Une nuit d't humide. Pis j'men irai pas m'coucher. Y a ton corps qui me damne. Y a le mien qui se pme.
C'est un autre samedi soir. La rue est chaude sous nos pieds. Une nuit d'?t? humide. Pis j'men irai pas m'coucher. Y a ton corps qui me damne. Y a le mien qui se p?me.
John was a metal-headed monster. He caught a piece of the earth. Sometimes he flew off the handle. But that was his handle. . Jack Hammer. C'mon, c'mon good buddy.
I'm not a punk. I'm not a rocker. Or a rude boy. Republican or democrat. White or black. None of that. That's not what I am (2 x's). . I'm not a Jew. I'm not a goy.
5 a.m. on Tuesday, why am I up so early?. Drive out to Santa Ana cause Ive got jury duty. No breakfast, short tempered. And I cut my head shaving. Ten miles out, I hit traffic.
You keep your pretty girls. Chained inside the dungeon. And diamonds and pearls. You keep them a-coming. Give them all of your affection. . You keep your naughty boys.
It's warm outside. But I can hear the snow. Falling on my window. I had to go away. To somewhere deeper down. . I know it's my mistake. To take off out of this town.