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The Father, The Son, And The Homosexual...
They called it faith. They called it fair. They called it resolution. I call it shit when we were alone. They simply paid no mind. You'd suffered such a crime.
Thanks For Nothing Part 2:the Revenge
LIFE' THE IMAGE OF A TIGHTENING SCREW. IT KEEPS ON TURNING TILL IT BREAKS YOU. . I NOT THE ONE TO TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THE WARS THAT WEE LOSING. CAN PRETEND TO NOT SEE ALL THE FLESH THAT WEE BRUISING.
Thanks For Nothing
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN SOMEONE WAVES A BATTLE FLAG?. UNTIE YOUR HANDS OR CRAWL INTO A BODY BAG?. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HEAR THE CALL, YOUE STANDING WITH YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL..
Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus. Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust. But there's something about this city's gray.
Super Models Don't Drink Colt 45
They know you've got nothing to lose. Because if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too. Dazzled by the image of the self-made man. They hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand.
Suckers Intl. Has Gone Public
WASN ALL THAT LONG AGO. WHEN OUR FUTURE SEEMED LIKE A MASSIVE STONE. TOO WEAK THEN TO LIFT IT MAYBE NOT THE BRIGHTEST BULB. BUT SO QUICKLY DISMISSED. THAT IF YOU BLINKED YOU HAVE MISSED IT.
Some Where South Of Respect
THERE WAS NEVER A REASON FOR WHAT I SAW THAT NIGHT. ANOTHER SENSELESS DIVISION ANOTHER FIGHT. MISTER CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME HOW DID WE EVER GET THIS WAY.
Smells Like Ok Soda
YEAH, THEY GOT IT PRETTY GOOD. FIND AN ANGLE AND ATTACK, MAN, MAGE IS EVERYTHING?. MAKE M BUY IT LIKE THEY SHOULD. SPEND SOME MONEY ON A WHIM JUST LIKE LITTLE GOOD AMERICANS.
Shut Your Trap *a Song For Jake*
I KNOW IT' HARD TO BELIEVE BUT PART OF ME WAS SCARED TO LEAVE. THEY WERE SO CONCERNED WITH WHAT I DESERVED. THEY NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I NEED. AND I KNOW MY FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL.
Shut Your Little Trap, Inc
I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave. They were so concerned with what I deserved. They never thought about what I'd need. And I know my friends from high school.
Shotgun Confessional
I GUESS I DON KNOW WHAT IT' LIKE, YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT TONIGHT. HOW CAN I EXPLAIN MY SITUATION, CONVEY ALL THE FRUSTRATION. WHEN CONFUSION AND CONTRADICTIONS ALL I FIND.
Shiny Things Is Good
BELOW SOMETIMES YOU CAN FEEL THE RUG PULLED FROM. BELOW YOUR FEET IT' LIKE ONE MINUTE YOUE LIKE A ROCK STANDING STRONG AND THE NEXT YOUE BEAT. IT' NOT UP TO YOU, SOMETHING ALWAYS THERE, WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES.
Sellthehousesellthecarsellthekidsforgetiti'mnevercomingbackforgetit
I've lost more sleep than I can say. And blurred the lines between the days. Pour myself another cup. Put one out light another up. My mind's stopped making any sense.
Sally Maclennane
JIMMY PLANNED HARMONICA IN THE PUB WHERE I WAS BORN. HE PLAYED IT FROM THE NIGHT TIME TO THE PEACEFUL EARLY MORN. HE SOOTHED THE SOULS OF PSYCHOS AND THE MEN WHO HAD THE HORN.
Q. How Many Punks Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?
CHECK THAT WRITING ON THE WALL. IT' BEEN THERE ALL ALONG BIT WE PAID NO ATTENTION. PACKAGED DISSENT FOR ALL. SO EAGER TO BUY IN BUT NEVER QUESTIONED INTENTIONS.
Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole
Could this be the end? Alert the media. Holler out message sent, and pass the bottle now. I'll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday. I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain.
Our Science Is Tight
NOW IT' TIME. IT' TIME TO WRECK THIS PLACE. IT' TIME TO LAUGH. FUCK SAVING FACE. THE ONLY THING I WANT TO SAVE IN THE IMAGE ON YOUR FACE. WHEN I SHOW UP AT YOUR PROM WITH GHOST OF LESTER BANGS.
Open And Shut
I WATCHED THE WAY YOU HUNG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TOOK THE BAIT. COULDN SEE QUITE CLEARLY THROUGH THOSE STARS IN YOU EYES.
One Trick Pony
STANDING WITH YOU HEAD SO HIGH. YOU KNOW THEYE TALKING ABOUT YOU. BET YOU STARTED TO THINK IT COULDN GO ON WITHOUT YOU. MAYBE THINGS LOOK DIFFERENT TO ME.
O.k.f.m.d.o.a.
Witness a jaded town. Got some champagne for a forty ounce frown. I've worked my theories through. Already half dead and nothing more to lose. . Forget now what we've got.
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