Tomorrow night I'm goin' home. Tomorrow night I'm goin' home. Goin' to see my friends and my family. My dog my old brown ? ? ?. Thats an ice ? ? ? cool for.
This town's so hype it's got soul. As a Philly cat. I'm with the roll. And the swing of my things. How they work like clockwork. Tick tock tick tock. Times aways lurking in your head.
The lyrics in the one by G love and Special Sauce look suspiciously, are are phrased WAY too much like Guitar Slim (Eddie Jones) in his 1964 recording of: 'The Things I Used To Do.'.
There's a place that I know. Where people want to go. When they wanna get out of the city. If you want to go. We can get you there in a hurry. People walkin' round enjoying the sumemr day.
This is the year of manly livin'. This is way to shake it to the modern beat. This is a statement meant for givin'. This is the real meat. No places for the tightass talkers.
In the long hot summer nights. And in the cold dark winter days. In the clear hours of the early morning. And in the late night drunken haze. I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye.
Well you can live your life on a common ground. Or you can strut your stuff to the idiot sound. Waitin for a chance now, wantin to get down. . Lacin up the shoes for a new vendetta.
Take a little of the reds. The white and the blue. Stir it up in a cup. Then tell me what you gonna do?. . Take a little of the piss. The angst and the noise.
This town has no seasons. it's the middle of October,. and you'd think there'd be a nice,. cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong).. The summer lingers here for half of the year.
I shouldn't be hard to find.... I'll be the one with my big mouth moving;. my big words, saying nothing.. I hope you know. it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,.
In morning traffic. In the purple sunrise. In $40,000 of aluminum. You can be anything you want. Anything at all. In evening traffic. In the orange sunset.
All the wasted life. In my car tonight. I got steel and bolts and lots of holes inside. I'm immovable. Got a tired soul. I'm afraid I just don't feel quite like myself sometimes.
Elisabeth, if you get old,. may you never know the terror of these nights.. In all of the uncertainties, well certainly. you will be loved, and lifted up.
3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards. Another minute goes down the drain. Nobody seems to care anymore. Or really listen to what we're saying. Judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation.
we don't care about your politics. and we don't care about your laws. we don't care about your heroes. we know they've got no cause. this town is bringing me, brining me down.
knock down our cemetery plot. we must have gave what we got. guess NYSE and them just weren't that. but the butcher cut the wrong fat. better shop and save up cures.
help me, these kids have escaped the life i condemned them to live. i am the law of the youth i'm armed to control not protect. childhood's spent in school to teach them the ways of the world.
today i quit my job. its time to have some fuckin' fun. cause work is the worst and i come first. you know i'm not the only one. my life is my own so keep your money.
we're the maine punx, fuck you!. proud to be the fucking few. we're the maine punx, fuck you!. all the shit that we go through. we're the maine punx, fuck you!.