Things start moving that never did before. The blue, purple drag ones have me rolling on the floor. I look the other way and I see a cat-fight. But I don't mind 'cause I'll be flying for the rest of the night.
Riding in the street - these streets are mine!. Fooled by corruption for the last time.. Riding in the street - these streets are mine!. Never again led by the blind.
She Wolf - You can tell, by the way she moves. She Wolf - You can tell, she dont't play games to lose. She Wolf - She eats men, who can't pass her by.
She spent the last of her teenage years. At home alone with her worst fears. When the telegraph came, she did not know who to blame. . [Chorus:]. She walks alone [x9].
Hello?. Is my daughter there?. She's 15 years old. Blue eyes, blonde hair. She's been away from home 'bout two or three day. To locate Rikk Agnew in California.
Rip it up. . Like Clockwork Orange a bit of twenty on one. Breakin' heads don't sound like much fun. Is that your only way of gettin', of gettin' kicks.
This is a pointless teenage anthem. About how great things used to be. The kind that tugs your heartstrings. Like rhythmic atrophy. . A pointless teenage anthem.
I grew up in Orange County. In the shadow of a mouse. Watched the sky light up. From the rooftop of my house. . Things seemed so subtle. Off Katella Avenue.
No way. . No class, no job. I'm just a victim of society, a slob. No ass, no head. Gotta go home and jack off instead. . No mind, no kind. My brain is jelly and my memory is blind.
Magic kingdom, right at Main. Shattered link, food chain. Tomorrowland in a plastic can. Monsanto: your house of the future. . In a working class Alabama town.
Such a hawk. Not a dove. Do you really believe in the god above?. . Took control when we found ourselves in sticky situations. Not a gesture of love, but self appreciation.
Stormtroopers outside every window -. The night of the long knives.. Jumping the Berlin Wall from windows -. One hundred feet in the sky.. A people split to appease the world -.
Can't handle this life anymore. Point in the mirror and I ask what for. Just a miserable monster or part. Dangling at ropes and good start. . Crumbling down into a mess.
Ten minutes til' twelve o'clock,. That's when the hammer drops,. Sienide in the chamber,. Until the humvee stops,. . The last man (Dying man),. In a dying democracy,.
Nothing original. The sin I wear. Unholy wound. This open tear. All of god's children. Would truly understand. The midnight flight. The crimson sand. .
L.A. girl, take one. . We don't care, you say we're too young. Waste our time tanning in the sun. We don't care what you know or think. Spoiled rich brat you ain't so neat.
No sound is heard from unit two. When there was once so much to do. Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland. Our days of reckless fun are through.
You yell and scream for no reason at all. You pick up shit and throw it at me then you start to bawl. You should see yourself! Hear yourself! A fucking child!.
The only difference between tattooed and non-tattooed people. is that tattooed people don't mind if you're not tattooed!. . Since my first time under the gun.
A single shot then silence springs. An alarm that blew my whole world apart. Infection spread like a hornet sting. The mark of Cain on a bullet. . Shot through a poisoned heart.