We're living underneath the land of sorrow. I can hear the bombs rain down. And how do I explain there's no tomorrow. I can hardly make a sound. . Dead silence.
March on, worker bees. Know your enemy. . We take our orders given by the queen. Were not the killers, were the worker bees. If you resist us you will feel our sting.
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club. A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns. Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel.
Hey!. Down, let's take it down. raise up their heads on a stake. We will show no mercy. on evolutions mistake. Change, will have to wait. if we can't decide on a fate.
While I tripped, I fell down naked. While I scratched my knees, they bled. Sew up my eyes, knead now more. In our game there is no score. . Forgive me father, why should you bother?.
I tripped, I fell down naked. I scratched my knees, they bled. Sew up my eyes need no more. In our game there is no score. . Forgive me father why should ya bother.
Like a target drawn across my chest. She's a bullet in Russian roulette. You said you'd never turn your back on me. (Rescue me, rescue me). Would you stand by me and bury me?.
Everybody is tired. And poor and sick of trying. If you see me. On the corner. Will you stop or will you splash me. Take a look at. What we've become.
Time, rolling along with the waves. A thousand miles away. Holding you close in the rain. Seems just like yesterday. . Lost up in a faraway place. And in my hand remains.
A slap in the face and I can't erase. These things that you say. Don't make it all okay, it's not okay. . When push comes to shove. I'll put on the gloves.
We spent our lives together. That should've last forever. But now it's time to sail on. . So take this anchor from my heart. So we can finally drift apart.
She reads a book from across the street. Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
You got the look, but not the credit. They wrote the book, on how to sell it. . From cigarettes, to skinny jeans. You got the money, they got the means.
My head, it hurts. Each day it's getting worse. My looks and smile. Have now become my curse. Tight lips, red skirt. The never ending street. Big car, little man.
Oh I had a feeling. Buried inside. Covered beneath your. Blanket of pride. Oh I couldn't tell you. how numb I felt inside. In so little time. . Stand up and run.
Put me on an aeroplane. A million miles away. She's opened up a book of hate. And tore a brand new page. . Tonight I'll find a wishing well. Tomorrow's a new day.
It's up to you!. This ain't no TV show. You watch my head explode. Ten thousand hours every day. . No time to be afraid. Chase up the rattle snakes. Don't let your fear control your fate.
Rejected since day one. My name is bastard son. I've been damned so many times I've lost count. Blue collar, working man. Devises master-plan. Bipolar with a mental side arm.
I never bite off more than I could chew. But then she came and bit me. I never bite off more than I could chew. But then she bit my leg. She said don't want to work I want to play and live my life like it was Sunday.
Never understood how she could. Mean so little to so many. Why does she mean everything to me?. . Is it worth the pain with no one to blame?. For all of my insecurities.