You are so plastic, you could be a Barbie Doll. You walk and you talk just like them all. And, oh, how I love those pretty little curls. With shoes and skirts, who's the better girl?.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. You won't see these kids in heaven. Colored hair and funny clothes. They are the menace of today. And they won't listen to what you say.
Sick boy in his faded blue jeans, sick boy. Black leather jacket seen, sick boy. Always in trouble with the law. Don't you know? Owayo, sick boy. . He carries a switchblade knife, sick boy.
The days of wine and roses. Were a long time ago. The proms, teenage cruisin'. And the picture show. . You tried so hard. To fix your outsides. Until you realized that I took.
Eighteen years in a traveling band. Seen a lot of one night stands. And still I found myself so very much alone. . And it took those years to find myself.
Don't ask me why I'm so angry. Or why I'm so disturbed. Unless you got a couple of good hours. To hear of my troubling words. . You talk of truth, honor and respect.
I used to roam all night long. I lurked the streets late at night. I ain't never comin' home. But loneliness is part of the game. And misery loves company.
If you leave this world before me. I promise to you I shall keep. I won't fall in love with another one. Over your ashes I shall weep. . If you leave before me.
Drinking, gambling and women. Stealin' hearts and playin' with guns. But the laws the law and baby that's a fact. And now I'm on the run. . But this song ain't about none of the above.
You can lie to yourself, you can lie to the world. You can lie to the one you call your girl. You can humble yourself to the hearts that you stole. Wondering who's gonna love you when you grow old?.
Some say it's the strong who survive. Sometimes I wonder if there's any truth to that at all. I've been lucky and that's a fact in a crazy world. I've led a charmed life.
I'm young and I'm strong. I've got this God forsaken world by the balls!. I've got a one-way ticket to freedom. Ain't got no one now gonna take it from me.
Mommy's little cholo dropped out of school. Drinking 40 ouncers and smoking a dozen bowls. He loves to go out cruising with his homeboys. He loves to go out and make some noise.