Writing's On The Wall

The writing's on the wall brother. Your life is in your hands. It's up to you to see the writing's on the wall.. . It looks you in the eye mister. It's time we stand up tall.

You'll Go To Jail

You can try holding up a payroll with your pants around your ankles,. And a darkened plastic bag over your head,. Tied on real tightly.. Put sugar in the gas tank of your flat-tired getaway car,.

You Need A Friend

Black teared desolation with my head held in my hands. Broken heart inside my chest, a sadness in my pants. Calmly contemplating kissing this cruel world goodbye.

You Can't Move Into My House

Hope you don't think I'm rude. Fuck You. Hope you don't think I'm precious. Fuck You. Hope you see I'm well adjusted:. I can't stand the sight of you.

You Are Not My Friend

I never felt bad lending a hand. I think you hoped I wouldn't be in a band. Broken ashtray I can always replace. I kick the door then I spit in your face.

Writing's On The Wall

I have seen the wasted youth that have no fear of dying. seen the other prophecies that we should start denying. look at my, look at my plan ahead ??? coming to a head.

Who'd Be A Cop?

White World

[Incomprehensible]. . Congratulations you have won the right to anything you want. An astronaut, a TV host, an open hand, a smiling face. Another medal for your race, an open door.

Wha' Happened?

Slab of beer and a crooked smile. And a brain that's full of sand. Grown up 1/2 acre block with a dream. of starting a metal band. Dreams are dead. Wha' happened? Wha' happened?.

We're Going Out Tonight

Twenty past four and we're feeling kind of bored. 'Cause there's nothing to record and we're poor. There's nothing on TV, how can that be?. Not even bullshit I don't want to see.

There's Your Dad

We're on line and we're fine but we're out of time. not a crime, it's a sign by the grace of god goes I. could it be that you see one of your family insanity.

The Ballad Of Tim Webster

You remind me of a god you are my hero. An authority on all and sundry, it's remarkable your. depth of knowledge but there's something wrong. with your eyes..

Summer's Here

Tim and Candy getting sandy. down at the beach but he's a leach. He's all bleached blonde white teeth, nothing wrong. she's got a brain. it's causing her pain.

Ship Of Beers

I've never been the type to travel on the sea. without atleast a pint to keep me company. never in my dreams did I imagine that a vessel of this. nature existed for our pleasure, it's so hard to believe.

Self Destructor

I've been living without a face so I can't face the day. The civil war behind my eyes, I'm the only one to blame. Take a step back, take a step back, take a step back and run and hide.

Russell Crowe's Band

Dont get a million bucks for getting out of bed. Dont get a million fucks when i punch folks in the head. But even if we know we never get a billboard top 10 hit..

Red Wine And Altar Boys

Never claimed to be a model citizen, but I'm getting by. Used to drink and once I ate a whole cigarette,. but now I'm doing fine. Had to work out life without religion as a crutch.

Punisher

Return to duty corporal punishment. He had the brain that never dies. Return to duty corporal punishment. The cask is emptied every night. . He's socially retarded.

Predickle Me This

Predictive Text. Predickle what I'm going to say next. You're a fucken predictive cunt. You won't type the words I want. Pridickory dickory predickory dock.

Please Go Over There

Whatever you do you should get outta this town. I'm on an aeroplane, you're only fucken insane. What do you do? What do you see?. What do you want to be?.