Get on, get off, get on!. . You only do what you gonna get. You only know what you wanna know. . Not of this moment. Not without wings. Not looking. Not anything.
12: 32 just in time before we go. race cars fast but cool yeah they walk slow. blood from your nose better believe'll get ya messy. yeah i tell no lie i direct it like scorcese.
Let's go. . Everybody needs to start their own fire. Everybody needs a riot of their own. Everybody needs to be something that they are not. Everybody needs to go it alone.
in the eye, in the eye. . Related. . Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends. . From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist. .
I think that I'm gonna make it in this evil evil world. I think that I might like it in the evil evil world. . What's that light in the night?. What's that sound underground?.
Goddamn, even Superman shot himself. Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth. I said, maybe he read the Sunday paper. Murder front page death and rape.
I'm a punk, I'm king, I'm a coward. Full of promise and destiny. But you don't understand me anyway (that's okay). . You can run and hide and duck in the city.
Take it to the end dead. Take it to the end. Take it to the dead end. . Check the man on the corner. Who could it be, I can't see. Cause his face is covered with a hood.
Down in the street there is violence. And a lots of work to be done. No place to hang out our washing. And I can't blame all on the sun, oh no. . We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue.
Come on now, that's the way it's gotta, that's the way it's gotta. That's the way it's gotta be, yeah. That's the way it's gotta, that's the way it's gotta be.
get up!. get up!. get up!. drop the bombshell!. get up!. get up!. this is out of control!. get up!. get up!. get up!. drop the bombshell. get up!. get up!.
Hey all you people. All you slobs. All you killers. All you dogs. All you rats. All you punks. . Hey all you devils. All you worms. All you liars. All you germs.
Here come the woman. With the look in her eye. Raised on leather. With flesh on her mind. Words as weapons. Sharper than knives. Makes you wonder. How the other half die.
The way of the world is the way of the west. Match up your shoes to your bullet proof vest. If you're a disgrace just fall on your sword. I used to be involved but now I'm just bored.
Go, go, go!. Go, go, danger is go!. Go, go, go!. Go, go, danger is go!. Faithless helpless needless excess. fear this find this fill this reject. build and burn and break this down.
My philosophy of catastrophe no doubt is coming after me, but I can chop that down like a family tree.. The givers, the takers, the losers, money makers, not to be crass but it's the construction of the masses that gives them the need to sweat or succeed, get fat or just bleed..
Here we go, yeah. . Red, the color the lines the road. 225 the fearless explode. Who burns rubber from coast to coast. Supernova gets burned like toast.
Well, I've read the books and stared back at the phony looks and heard all the corny hooks from the north south east and the west.. The exact impact of the stacks of facts can not be tracked or calculated into this burning sun..
Candy-O, I need you. Sunday dress, ruby rings. Candy-O, I need you so. Could you help me in?. . Purple hum, assorted cards. Razor lights you'll bring.
We are the children builders of the future. We are the dumb, the desperate and frustrated. We are the lost, the lonely, over rated. We are the children builders of the future.