It's dark outside, I'm riding alone. But I know the road. Can't even see ahead of my nose. But I know the road. A little scared, but I know where to go.
I looked in her eyes but I can see. My place in her's a mystery. Struggle, as I try to say. The words I know she won't believe. Growing tired, of this game.
Shove all your problems under the rug. Then you wonder where the smell came from. Rotting out from the inside. This is your fucked up family. So many minds that nobody ever speaks.
It's such a sad state of affairs, and I don't care. A sad state of affairs. It's such a sad state of affairs - I don't care. . Look at things long enough until they go away.
(Lyrics by F. Navetta, Music by T. Lombardo). Rockstar. Poser. Asshole. Loser. Satisfaction. Recognition. Leave me alone. Rockstar. See if you can do two things at once.
They say I'm trouble. They say I'm bad. They say I'm evil. And that makes me glad. . A dirty no-good. Down to the bone. Your worst nightmare. Can't take me home.
(Lyrics by M. Aukerman, Music by T. Lombardo). Don't you think it's time I let you know. Don't you think I should before you go. I'm not gonna let you get away.
Well you've messed around with all my friends. and everyone you've seen. You know you're tryin' to ride the wild. when you mess around with me. And all my friends tell me they see.
Parents, why won't they shut up?. Parent's they're so fucked up.. They treat me like a tool. They take me for a fool. Parents.... They're so fucking dense.
It's not the end of the world. Since your baby left you. It's gonna be okay. You don't need her anyway. . You're looking around for someone to love. So you don't have to face the world alone.
i know i don't control you. i know i don't own you. but i still feel a sense of pride. 'cause i know what we have is a lie. it's a lie and it always used to frighten me.
i know i don't control you. i know i don't own you. but i still feel a sense of pride. 'cause i know what we have is a lie. it's a lie and it always used to frighten me.
Spent the last years. In denial of my grief. Because you hated me. Anyone could see. I'll always wonder. What I meant to you. And why you hated me. What I did to you.
I don't wanna move. I'll just sit here in my living room. And see what's on the tube. While I'm hanging out with you. . People knock on my door, ringing my phone.
Judgement time again, who's on the shit list this time around. Whose friends can we pick and tell them how to live. Value judgement hide, it's a-comin' our way.
Stop knocka-knocka-knocking. Stop knocka-knocka-knocking. Stop knocking. Stop it. . Went to the No Nukes rally. The Don Quixotes made me feel silly. Went to the punk rock show.
(Lyrics and Music by M. Aukerman). * What do I care what you think of me. What do you think you mean to me. You mean nothing, can't you see. And I don't want to smell your stinky beave.
Almost ready, almost there. Or is it already over. She's a friend in need. She's a friend in deed. She needs someone to hold her. Alone at night, she plans her game.
Do you know what I think of you?. Do you know what I feel is true?. Do you know what I think of her?. I know what she thinks of me, I'm sure. Don't know why it's so, but it's true!.