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.
Today I walked down our old street. Past the diner where we'd meet. Now I dine alone in our old seats. The cold wind blows right through my bones. And I feel like I'm getting old.
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.
And when the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we've made. Or watching your TV. And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue,.
When the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we made. Or watching your TV. . And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue.
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.
Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground. Let the rain fall down to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no, they don't make a sound. When you're six feet underground.
The gun is loaded when the class is full. Down the hatch and the trigger's pulled. Off the wagon and they're back onto the stool. . I know that when I stare into your eyes.
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.
Well, I'm scared of my reflection. Is it mine or is it yours?. And I swear I hear the knocking. But there's no one at the door. . Don't think I'm losing my perspective.
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.