Another day, I'm wondering. who's gonna bother me today. 'cause every day it's just the same. people say I'm insane. They can't stand the way I think.
This song will become. the anthem of. your underground. You're two floors down. getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house. do you think you'd make it out.
People try to bring us down. Not a chance when I'm around. We're the kids, here, today. The dead-end sings every day. . I'm in love with Oi-Oi-Oi. I'm in love with Oi-Oi-Oi.
The stars will be your night lights tonight. And I will be your lullaby. . They dragged it up. And I continued with the beatings. And how you bleed. Oh yes, you could bleed forever.
Always alone, always the same. Nowhere to go, it's not a game. This is their life no fairy-tale. No happy ends, but better then jail. They have no home, live on the street.
Why do we need this?. Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'. Well, that fucker lied to us. Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland.
Horizon shows the signs,. the eye is getting closer,. birds don't fear the sky,. the clouds are looming over,. the vessel breaks the back it takes,. another wave that we must face..
hey you, understand. quit now, start again. time to shut down automatism. time to let it fly. when I get up, late AM. I know, what I want. something more than a sketchy life.
Awake, I am awake,. and I'm still alive out here,. awake, I am awake. and I'm still alive out here,. blinded, by this light,. it is all that surrounds me..
This is the everlasting so long from every head,. For you to always hunt me down again.. A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds,. Breaking the pieces of ourselves again..
No one beyond the capital. They heard them into trucks like animals. With no food for a hundred miles or more. So take them back to familiar shores. .
They like fashion. It's an obsesion. Working like fools. They like fashion. It's an obsession. To fit in with their rules. Women get mad. when they're too fat.
YOU TRY TO STRIP MY DIGNITY. BUT THAT WON'T WORK WITH ME. TOU TELL ME THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW. WHY CAN't IT JUST BE ME. JUMBLED THOUGHTS INSIDE YOUR HEAD ARE.
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone. Into a receiver with no tongue. Offering little to what it knows. . Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats.
Dying is a business [x4]. . Life is over, you are dead. Family, friends are sobbing, crying. Working days, that's what you had. There's nothing good in early dying.
FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND LYRICS. . "10 Scene Points To The Winner". . Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing. And therein lies the story. Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort.
Johnny drummerboy is calling. in juli, an early morning. when his marching beat climbs. up the hills onto the battlefield. He's leading my comrades givin'.
See that copper across the street. He's out for me, I feel the heat. I gotta watch out, I can't get away. He grabs his baton, don't know what to say. .
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground. It fucking feels like the poison of the spider. Like the colours in the speed of sound. The sky is getting wider and wider.