You pushed me once too far again. I'd like to break your fucking teeth. Stick a knife in the center of your back. You better grow some eyes in the back of your head.
See a young girl so soft and blonde. Doesn't attack me, but she did once. Intoxications in her veins. Sweet young boy plays with her brain. . Lydia'll bring to life.
3 AM, I'm drunk again. My head is standing underneath my puke. So make it stop, I'm getting off.. Make it stop, I'm getting off.. Sedatives and dizzy spells.
Bring me back to an hour ago. Time stands still as the years go by. Brown-eyed girl that's throwing down a bottle of Old English. Back in the warehouse.
Standin' on the corner of. Stuart and the Avenue. Rippin' up my transfer. And a photograph of you. You're a blur on my dead past and rottin' existence.
Looking at the clouds in the sky. Floating image in my mind. Land of beauty and land of peace. Now I wonder where this place is from. . The evidence is everywhere.
Well I ain't got much time so I'll get to the point. Do you wanna share a ride and get the fuck out of this joint?. I've got an impulse so repulsive that it burns.
Uncomfortable silence. I'll kill it if you want me to. I'm like ultra-violence. I'll kill it if you want me to. Out of sight, out of mind. I'm not the hurting kind.
Well, I ain't got much time so I'll get to the point. Do you wanna share a ride and get the fuck out of this joint?. I've got an impulse so repulsive that it burns.
Sing us a song of the century. It's louder than bombs and eternity. The era of static and contraband. . Leading us into the promised land. Tell us a story that's by candlelight.
Why can't you just admit it, you've had it, you're. sick of me. You're fed up with all my bad habits, you're. sick of me. To your lies you've become so desensitized.
Well, I crossed the river. Fell into the sea. Where the non-believers. Go beyond belief. . Then I scratched the surface. In the mouth of Hell. Running out of service.
Maybe I'll see you tonight. Maybe I'll see you tonight. . .... Wherever the night takes you. . Maybe you'll see me too. .... . The colder it gets, you won't see me anymore.
I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the times we shared. Makes me wish that you were here. Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life.
You come around every now and then. Your clothes are different,. but you're still the same. Why else would you come here?. Scumbag on a mission. . You're telling me it's been a while.
This whiskey sour, amateur hour. Raise your glass and toast your friends. Someday we will fight again. . Well, your enemies, your tragedies. Pocket knives and rusty chains.
I'm rottin' inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?. . I'm so sick to death. Tumors in my head. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?.
I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees. So, take me to emergency. 'Cause something seems to be missing. . Somebody take the pain away.
I always waste my time just wondering. What the next man thinks of me. I'll never do exactly what I want. And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance.
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am. And what's my master plan. What makes you think that it includes you?. Self-righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself.