Heard of a land held by untroubled hand. Where the whisky runs cold. Don't you dare go ask the newsman 'cause he'll tell you everything. He don't know.
so all of a sudden I'm facing a. raging river that passed me by. do I turn around, do I turn my eye. to the sun in the apex of the high noon. I'm on a flatbed yellow pick up.
Come and see. Where or when there's everything. On my ways. Be better, get to my soul. Against my way. Anyone can tell us you're coming. Baby, don't mind.
Can you here the winds of change. As they're blowing on the streets. From the school yards where we ran. To the cafes where we eat. From the lips of common man.
The dark and stormy clouds of rage came rumbling in. And the city burn a blaze so bright the night resembled morning. There was vengeance in their eyes as their voices pierced the silence.
Sometimes I say things that I don mean. Sometimes the words come out wrong. Sometimes I take things too far. I haven't said I sorry in so long. . How does one reconcile what they regret?.
I ain't no goddamn loser. I ain't no goddamn fool. I ain't no pushover baby. I won't play it by the rules. . If you want a friend kid. Don't you look at me.
I want to hear the drums and the sound of the guitar. I want to be right there where the good bands are, where they are. When I come home I want that ringing in my ears.
[Sung by Kristofer Astrom, Fireside]. Congregate your chimeras before its to late realize you make us suffocate. its your philosophy to antagonize your friends. think you suffers of prudency, can you accept yourself. you feel offenced by our so called frivolity. does it make a difference to you what people do in privacy. Dont' tell me what to think or what to say. i'ts non of your fucking buisness anyway. Concentrate on changing yourself, youre no better than i. Mind your own and noone else, defeated by denial. Cause what i do is nothing you should bother to rearange, because i always stay myself you say you do this to show that you care but who the hell gave you the right to interfere..
They say he was a spoiled and rotten kid because his parents had some money.. They looked down on everything he did and said he acted kind of funny.. They say he was confused and mentally abused just because he was a rich kid..
[Originally by Refused]. . We had our times, we had our fun,. we had a friendship that couldn't be undone.. In those times we had a goal, working together with straight and positive souls..
I packed a bag.. With clean underwear and bore.. Some worry and nag.. And more stuff from the top drawer.. I packed some drag.. And I took it out on tour..
Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade. I got myself a razor. Makes me strong enough to face her. Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade. . Razor blade, I got myself a razor blade.
I've got to tell you about a strange, poor man.. I met him at our concert, now he's a legend in our band.. Claimed we had to sell him a T-shirt for one mark,.