Icy steel shoots through concrete, Cool City. Mountains of glass reflect the sky. Everybody feels real good in Cool City. Each day brings a new surprise.
There's someone knockin' on my door. There's someone knockin' on my door. I think they're looking for me. I think they're looking for me. . Pretend there ain't nobody home.
This next song is. Is dedicated to those American fighting girls!. . That's right. Those American fighting girls. Who aren't afraid to take the law into their own hands..
I'm the one who preys upon the weakest. And the weakest always preys. Upon the one who's underneath. . I'm the one who doesn't see. The waves of human kindness.
When I was young, my mind would always wander away. I couldn't talk, never had nothin' to say. But now I'm grown, nothing much seems to have changed. I think I'm going insane yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't you ever wonder why, nothing ever seems to change. If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse. Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage.
There's nothing wrong with capitalism. There's nothing wrong with free enterprise. Don't try to make me feel guilty. I'm so tired of hearing you cry. .
We were both cast forth from the same pale hand. And we both moved freely in the shadow lands. And we both were sculpted by the same cold wind. And we both had armor that was made of tin.
you gotta know who to trust. you never know where they've been. i never struggle with words to define. how they get under my skin. and i'm not looking for much.
Maybe we, got it all wrong.. Wasting time, pretending we're strong.. Pull over the car to the side of the road.. Let's talk it out under the cigarette glow..
You think you're evil but you're not. Still sucking life from the mainstream. It's so deluded, give it up. What's that you hide behind your pile of shit?.
the home grown homeland fix. keeps all things separate. within this place its fate is fixed. and oil and peace don't mix. . abandon me abandon me. . in my war.
assisted paradigm entrusted privately decays. behaving all controlled dependent look alike display. affection for defection when no refuge all the same.
I'm getting sick of this. This fighting's killing me. There was a time when I'd gladly. Would take this crap from you. Yeah you were worth the pain. But now its just a twisted game.
Things I saw things I see. Things that you wanted me to be. But I cannot change. . Same routine over again. You call me up just to be my friend. Things are still the same.
The rain is busting the fog with holes. And you're wheezing like a stricken deer. I will punch the wall with the flash of headlights. Through the spit and beer.
It's a heartbreak that you can't fix up. It's a last try when you've lost your fuck. And it's a bad day. (It's a bad day). Another bad day. . It's a last chance when they've given up.
It's just another lie to sell to me. But I'm not buying. To live the way they do on MTV. Yeah, you're trying. . Just a little too hard and we can see through.
Welcome to the epicenter. Where we got spring and summer. But we skip the winter. Feel free to enter the zone of the Supertones. . Where late into the night we just.