Surf, surf, surf, surf. Surf, surf, surf, surf. Surf, surf, surf. . Surf, surf, slam, slam. Surf, surf, slam, slam. Surf, surf, slam, slam. Surf, surf, slam, slam.
Sick of people - no ones real. Sick of chicks - they're all bitches. Sick of you - you're to hip. Sick of life - it sucks. . Suicide's an alternative.
Suicidal Tendencies. Still Cyco After All These Years. Suicide's An Alternative, You'll Be Sorry. Sick of people-no one's real. Sick of chicks-they're all bitches.
Father forgive me for I know not what I do. I don't want to live, I don't know why. I tried everything but I'll leave it up to you. . CHORUS. I don't have no reasons, I just want to die.
When I go down the street. The people watch me shiver and shake. I think my head's about to break. I'm a prisoner of a demon. it stays with me wherever I go.
B-1 bombers in flight. MX missiles underground. . Trident missiles in the air. Protect us till we're dead. CHORUS. Memories of tomorrow-too late for sorrow.
I shot Reagan!. . I shot Reagan, I shot Sadat. I'm gonna shoot you, dead in heaven you'll rot. You're gonna rot in heaven, hear an angel's voice. You're too bad for hell although it's your first choice.
Yesterday, as I went out of the house. I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse. Lying face down in the sewer. I got up closer and realized that I knew her.
Tense atmosphere in the air. Riot written everywhere. Riot squads coming from over there. Time to go home if you're square. Riot squad, bash their heads.
By suicidal tendencies trident missiles in the air. My missiles underground, protect us till we're dead. . Memories of tomorrow. Crying sorrow. . Push the button kiss good bye the nuclear arsenal.