Ain't no room for us in your alternative nation. It seems you've had control for much too long. Your greed and your dishonesty only add to my frustration.
Yesterday, I was just a boy. In times of youthful hero worship. My kind have been molded. By images on the screen. . Brought up to emulate the big guns.
Say some for the record. Tell the people what you feel. Fuck the record and. Fuck the people. SNOT. We're fittin' to take your town. You know we wear the crown.
Now yes you want the steals protein. I throw you up and fell asleep again. You did not even fight. . Well, it's just another song. Talkin' 'bout how you let them take your rights.
I jus' lie like your type. I'm telling you what you want to hear. (Or do you really take me true?). It's what you need to feel before you. Spread them legs for me.
Well now it seems like more than silence has been broken. and I think Ive figured out the dying lie. yes the truth is that your dialect is half truth.
Well, I killed my dad. In a con gone bad. Nearly drank myself to death. But when he died, he said Lou had the cake. So I caught a bus headin' west. . I saw the numbers running through a small cafe.
Jack's sittin' back in a pitch black box. When some light shines through a crack in the corner. Will he take the risk break out of this. Place that he hates or will he just sit and wonder.
I lie screaming. Remembrance of the past. Emotions betray me below. Adversity - My martyrdom. Rancid breakdown bethothed. . Memories of passion overwhelming me.