No trust and no know. Whatever I had but never again. Nothing was meant. Whatever I say goes right to your head. Something's got to give right now. Nothing can stop me and this I know.
There's always a point. To the undertones. Right or wrong. Neither lasts for long. . Explanations don't work. We must be shown. Fear to speak Because we stand alone.
Some go without. Ever having to deal. Without never stealing a meal. With everything at their disposal. . Still, life is terrible. Sometimes at times unbearable.
Check your rearview and make sure. there's no cops within view. And then don't stop. There's pedal to the right, push it floor. . Get a jammer so the speed won't clock.
A tarnish rep's worse. Than a punch to the gut. My stomach's churning. Here comes the throw-up. Into your mouth. Taste the fear. . A friend, is a friend.
Everyone I looked up to. Had a white moustache and tophat to match. I might laugh if I had a chance. Might laugh if I had a chance. Everyone I looked up to.
Pump your brain. full of lead poisoning. . Nothing to gain. nothing to loose. so choose to enjoy. this song I made. . What I want to know. is where's the fucking manual.
sometimes i like to sit at home. with a can of chrome polish. put a little of the polish on a cloth. then rub it back and forth across the chrome. ya know, i should have wrote some lyrics down for this song...
Gotta go slow. Gotta go slow. . Pig without wings. Is just another pig. And a prick that's not hard. Is just another dick. . Open real wide and in goes my fist.
listen to me while i move my arms. no, listen to me when i move my ears. listen to me while i move my leg. listen to me when i move my toes... . no! dont listen to him (listen to meee)wait! listen to me! (don't listen to him) Listen to me!.
clean your bedroom. clean the bathroom. do the dishes. do the laundry. this is my house. these are my rules. you'll do as i say. because you're my slave.
Fucking jox, you're homophobes. Smack his ass, leave me alone. Going far and catch that pass. Score the point and win the game at last. . Feeling big now, beat me down.
I don't think you really mean it. . It's the things you say. It's the things you do. It's the things you promise. That never seem to come true. . I don't think you really mean it.
Don't tell Johnny that I put this on here. Because he doesn't know that I put this on here.
HAYYGARRR. . poke him with. a hot stick. drag him around by his fucking neck. sit him next to the campsite. karosine, not gasoline. haygar, its okay. he'll burn anyway.
My dreams come in every shape. And when I close my eyes. I can't help what I come to realize. That everything starts making sense. . If I have something I'm trying to forget.
Put up your wall, mother fucker. Maybe I won't see threw it. Or maybe I will, Who knows. Put on your act, bitch. Maybe I won't see threw that shit. . Put up your wall, mother fucker.
sometimes i run all over the place. punch myself in the head. sometimes i run around the stage. kick myself in the face. sometimes ill trip on the cord and fall down.