Time has washed away. And now I may wonder. How did it all slip by. 'Cause I always thought we had forever. . Future calls to me. To take me away from things.
Time has washed away. And now I may wonder. How did it all slip by. Cause I always thought. We had forever. Future calls to me. To take me away from things.
I hate a lot of things, I hate a lot of people that are lame,. I like to hate stuff, 'cause then I don't have to try and make a change. I hate teachers, I hate school,.
Red over white. It's one last fatal scene. Brought on by someone unseen. Moving on their own. Bring on the night. And bring us all to our knees. All are gone and none agreed.
You brace and hold it all inside. It's more than you can stand. No one around even tries. Tries to understand. . Don't turn away, don't turn away. Come out swinging.
Time to go and get our kicks. Dropping out and getting in the mix now. Oh oh hey hey hey. . Here in the backroom, nothing to do. We're not bored, we're just sick of you, yeah.
You gotta keep 'em separated. . Like the latest fashion. Like a spreading disease. The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom. Gettin' weapons with the greatest of ease.
You gotta keep 'em separated. . Like the latest fashion. Like a spreading disease. The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom. Getting weapons with the greatest of ease.
I hate a lot of things, I hate a lot of people that are lame,. I like to hate stuff, 'cause then I don't have to try and make a change. I hate teachers, I hate school,.
I woke the other day. And saw my world has changed. The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking. I can't hold onto what's been done. I can't grab onto what's to come.
I see the way the salesmen stare into the sun. I stood and watched them as they fell off one by one. And everyone's so blind. They're not to help mankind.
I woke the other day. And saw my world has changed. The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking. I can't hold onto what's been done (woah-oh). I can't grab onto what's to come (woah-oh).
They can make things worse for me. Sometimes I'd rather die. They can tell me lots of things. But I can't see eye to eye. Well, I know they know the way I think.
I think I'm burning up inside. I think I'll take a little ride. I'm gonna light up everything in sight, oh. . Yeah I'll drive on by your yard. And throw a Molotov cocktail at your car.
In this world of hate and shallowness. Where enemies become your consolation. And those of us who win the game give up our minds. I don't call that winning.
Mommy doesn't have a head any more. Keep it underneath my bed on the floor. Well that's alright, that's OK. She never really used her head anyway. . Daddy called me a silly bore.
Mommy doesn't have her head anymore. Keep it underneath my bed on the floor. That's alright though. That's ok. She never really used her head anyway. .
In your plane in the blue sky. You roam again. Words that echo in your mind. Make your heart beat faster. This is not Vietnam. We will win in Iraq. . The president said, let it ride, ride.
Hey man, you know I'm really OK. The gun in my hand will tell you the same. But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap. 'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap at all.
Well, I'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place. where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away.. . Where culture's defined by the ones least refined,.