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She Drove Me To Daytime Tv
Can't beat the best ones. A little closer maybe a bit too closer. You function you turn out. A flawless performance. . Well, turn your camera away from me, woah.
She Drove Me To Daytime Television
Can't beat the best ones. A little closer maybe a bit too closer. You function you turn out. A flawless performance. . Well, turn your camera away from me, woah.
Stalking
I can't believe it but I guess it's true. Have you got nothing else to do. You're sick in the head and obsessive too. I've had enough of you. . You follow me around.
Spirit Of The Street
Finally here's another Saturdaynight. Combatboot and mohican tunes. this is my life, this is my roots. boots and braces that's our crew. Trouble at work, trouble at school.
Speed Psycho
hey, I'm the one that can't stop,. be it night or day. I'm a fuckin' skeleton yet. dancing on your grave. a 1000 mls an hour on an. empty tank of gas.
Sound Of The Suburbs
I saw you the other day. Your head just turned away. You think I'm a stupid punk. Useless and always drunk. Guess what - yeah what!. Your life - the lie!.
Sick Of Being On The Dole
Look at me when I'm feeling down. All my emotions being puked on the crowd. Do you think anybody cares. I'm society's sucker of your great welfare. . Sick of being on the Dole.
Sex & Drugs & Rock'n'roll
Hello mate, here we are. You know what we stand for. Forever we will stay. Funeral Dress play. . Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK. Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway.
System Of Shame
Failing under the weight (C'mon). . You've got the pain in a system whose shame. Is that they built the game so that you can't win. Fanning the flame but the sentence remains.
Smiles
Roll up! Roll up! The circus is in town. They're setting up their big tops. on your own sacred ground. They're kissing babies, one hundred by the hour.
Sixteen Today
I wasn't born here sir, but yes I live here. Can you help me sir, I'm dying here. I come not for me, but for my brother. He's a teenage boy and yes, he's dying here.
Sickness
It's coming down the mainline. Coming on like prime time. It blinks at you like a neon sign. But the shit and the mud and the dirt. It sticks. . I've got a call on the other line.
Suggestion
Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion?. Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men?. I've got some skin. You want to look in. There lays no reward in what you discover.
Styrofoam
There are no more races to be run. There are no numbers left to be won. Everybody's down we pulled each other down. There never was a truth to be found.
Strangelight
the sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore. scars on every stalk. whose mouth should i use to talk?. the force that marks the routine. temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing.
Stacks
This time is real,. I feel it passing through the telephone,. No one is home now,. No one is home.. These stacks,. They keep me down,. So I build some more..
Song # 1
Song number one is not a fuck you song. I'll save that thought until later on. You want to know if there's something wrong?. It's nothing. everybody's talking about their hometown scenes.
Stain
Flowing down the mountain. Many broken streams. Hand full of twisted thoughts. Bottle full of needs. . Follow the sun down. Till I can't see your face.
Smallpox Champion
Smallpox champion u s of a. Give natives some blankets. Warm like the grave. This is the pattern cut from the cloth. This is the pattern designed to take you right out.
Sieve-fisted Find
Here comes another problem. All wrapped up in solution. It's ugly as it's strapped on. And twice as hard to get behind. Another sieve-fisted find. Lost, lost again. please, please let me get my hands on it..
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