its alright i know. there's no place to go. put gas on the fire. cause i like it that way. . things all seem the same. nothing seems to change. turn on my friends.
Well on the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot. Dan dropped in about five o'clock. Pulled off his coat, said "The night is short.". He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart.
Locked bedroom door I sit, head in my hands. Only these four walls understand,. This sort of emtyness holding the key. I'm trying to breathe. . It's a different kind of hurt,.
Sometimes it gets hard upon this beaten road. Sometimes I am tempted just to walk alone. I hear your words out of my mouth. Wanting, expecting that. The seeds that I've sown this time.
Another crash, another fall, another failure. Another choice I don't want to remember. Been here too many times. Every day's another fight. I'm at war with the person I could be.
Dear pain, oh, it's been a long time. Remember when you were holding me tight. I would stay awake with you all night. . Dear shame, I was safe in your arms.
We are the thunder and the chorus of war. We are the hammer that will break off their horns. We are the weapon in the hands of a slave. We are the arsonist who started the flames.
On a road to nowhere. Tried to find myself there. I went as far as I could go. From everything I know. . Now I'm emptied up and used. Broken and abused.
Now this Pedro dude had the attitude. But the 70's had him spaced up in Hollywood. Maybe then he could find a reason for his bass. Turned his Volkswagen, a spielwagon Hong Kong cafe.
All the corners of my tainted heart are taken. Can you handle being second to my integrity?. I won't apologize, I'm selfish and I own it. Don't take it personal 'cause that's just me.
Think of where you came from. think about your past. wouldn't you look ridiculous. selling out at last. don't bite more than you can chew. in the search for the perfect you.
Thought enters your mind, something of a find. Too bad it's really trite and unoriginal. This poor sap just wants to fit. And couldn't give a shit. If his actions stand.
Purge the district. Scrub it hard. Time to clean up our own backyard.. People standing in the way. Are on the list of people getting paid.. Not just the common thug.
What's the point of going on?. Overlooked for the overrated. But we won't hear that talk. Frustration, frustration is all we get. . You might think that we're finished.
so rotten on the inside. in heart and soul and mind. so rotten on the inside. guaranteed to die alone. . die alone - keep the money. keep it all. die alone - a worthless pile of bones.
Crime, crime against the soul. It does more damage than anyone. Can know as the voctims suffer,. The secrets that they hold will eat away inside them 'till they finally explode..
Kids these days they want it all,. They just trip, trip and fall,. It's all wasted, it's all wasted.. I'm tired of their knockin',. My tired head starts actin' up,.
For years and years we had been groomed. To be a polished product in a doomed society.. We built the empire.. For years and years we have been kicked below the surface,.
Someone's in the backyard banging on the door. Daddy's gone away, he's coming back no more. His baby's curled up on a stranger's floor. Momma's thinking family dinners weren't too much to ask for.