Let's get ready set, I don't need no compliments. Hands tied to these changing trends. I've seen friends with bloody hands. . Let's get ready set, I'm not dead to all this shit.
Back on the street. Another Friday night. Wasted away again. Saturday morning. Saturday night. . It's all the fucking same. Sunday comes and it comes.
There are no good samaritans. There are no proud Americans. This is in my ideal success. . I'm not impressed with the bored expressions. Of the ones who learn the lessons.
Could you be a rebel in your work clothes?. Do you need a slogan to define what's on your mind?. Could you chose your fights, could you bide your time?.
3000 miles away. You can hear the sirens sound. Dirty eggs are hatching. They're running all over town. . Tarantulas attack. Cities fall we're fucking maniacs.