Desperate Little You. We've seen the act and it won't do. Helpless Pathetic you. It's always something, It's always something. . Stood For Nothing [x4].
All the things you want. All the things you need. You got the power to choose. You got the right to be all the things you loathe. . All the things you hate is what you will become.
Growing anger fills my head. Always trying to make things better. Make things better with fantasy. Open your eyes and you'll see better. See it's up to you and me.
Step down. Come on. . In the underground, integrity lies within. In the underground, the image doesn't mean a thing. When the substance lack, plain for all to see.
I found a souvenir. In things I collected. The effect it had on me. Turned out distressing.. Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing. It just reminded me of awkward emotions..
Walls start closing in around you. My twins of evil. They shake you by the collarbone. Then snap you by the ribcage. . And broken bodies in a death rock dance hall.
So I take that you thought. Some things are better left unsaid. You chose your inhibitions. Over what I should comprehend. What could have been done. To keep me from going astray.
Pressure cooker about to explode. The ignorant ones are listenin' to fools. Radical factions add fuel to the fire. To satisfy their hateful desire. . We as the innocent suffer the most.
Scratch the surface serve a purpose. Scratch the surface don't waste my time. . Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night. Herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null.
You wanna jump me in the pack. Rat Pack, rat pack. My crew has got my back. Rat pack, rat pack. Been through this shit before. Rat pack, rat pack. Now you've got a fucking war.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And never brought to mind?. Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And days of auld lang syne?. . For auld lang syne, my dear.
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money. Maybe we're ragged and funny. But we'll travel along, singing a song. Side by side. . Don't know what's comin' tomorrow.
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money. Maybe we're ragged and funny. But we'll travel along, singing a song. Side by side. . Don't know what's comin' tomorrow.
(birds chirping). (chanting). (water drop and evil laughing). As I submit the new world grows in. Six, I cover myself with lamb skin. Black family, fine point to win.