Is Everybody Here On Drugs

She takes her happy pills. They keep her happy. Is everybody here on drugs?. . Mad cows like bumble bees. With chemistry degrees. Is everybody here on drugs?.

Hard To Impress

Stay Out Of Order

you always feel discouraged about the system we have. to go to school and train you for the upper class. the money that they give you is enough to keep you alive.

Guilty Pleasures

It could've been different if I sang the song I sung so long ago. And now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again. But all I've got is time, running around in circles.

International Velvet

Deffrwch Cymry cysglyd y gân. dwfn yw'r gwendid. bychan yw y fflam. Creulon yw'r cynhaef. ond per yw'r dôn. 'Da' alaw'r alarch unig. yn fy mron. Every day when I wake up.

Good Times

Mostly I'm an optimist. Bore my bad news and still persist. Goin' on about my problems, say. What's wrong with our world today?. . It may sound funny but I give you all my money.

Static Feedback And Noise

' Static Feedback and Noise ' - the Casualties. . sick sick sick - of the music of today. sick sick sick - we need a fucking change. sick sick sick - their groups are such a waste.

Intercontinental Sigh

You ran out of stories and the night is long. Like the iciest winter we struggle, the bond is gone. Traps sprung in conversation. And your silence is welcome.

Giving Up Giving In

I got no cash, got no girl,. but I got the world in the palm of my hand. and I don't care if you care or if you understand. because i'm a little kid and I've got little problems.

Infantile

But she only came to gloat. It stuck right there in my throat. How she loved to turn the screw. And leave you feel indebted to her fantasies and views.

Sounds From The Streets

sound from the streets - sounds from the slums. we are from broken home. noise from the street - noise from the slums. we ain't got no nice clothes. guitars from the streets - guitars from the slums.

Form

You will have the faith. And you will have the power. And you all shall kneel down before me. I am the new god. Touch my hand and I shall save your soul.

Sonidos De Mi Barrio

En Las Calles!. . Sonidos de mis calles - sonidos de mi barrio. Somos pobres, pero malos. Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio. Ropas Sucias y con Huecos.

Indigo Blind

Back again, where did you stray?. No hands salute the change. If you glance then look the other way. Not even success would sway your reasons. He was a favourite friend of mine.

Etched In A Sorrowful Scream

[ T.J. BERRY ]. . 1 A.M. AND ALL AIN'T WELL. JUST GOES TO SHOW LORD YOU JUST CANT TELL. I NEED SOMEONE TO EASE MY PAIN. SOOTHE MY SOUL AND ERASE YOUR NAME.

Soldado

Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer. Y sin trabajo, nada que perder. Juan es un soldado, con pistola que. mat a muchos hombres, preguntele por que. . Juan es soldado, sin compasion.

Immediate Circle

I'm gonna change my immediate circle of friends. I'm gonna run away and join the circus, oh, yeah. They've been leading me around in circles, 'round and 'round.

Epilogue

Two, three, four. . Why would a man who believed in no God. Sacrifice all he had. To kill or be killed in pursuit of a cause. Was the fate that called to him.

Social Outcast

WE ARE THE ENEMIES - OF THIS SOCIETY. . To the deprived. And the neglected. To the unwanted. And all the ones discarded in this world. . SOCIAL OUTCAST - SOCIAL OUTCAST.

Imaginary Friend

Both born of lust and deceit. We are lovers who will never meet. Once fate put us in the same room. When you knew not of me nor I of you. Something inside dies.