When I go to the super store. People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.. As I walk up and down the aisles. The people they don't smile they look so vile..
There's a McDonald's in the desert and a flag on the. moon. and gonna shoot billboards into space pretty soon. so that when I stare up into the smoggy night sky.
I don't need no government to tell me what to do and if you think this. is another stupid hardcore song, fuck you too....
Headline. Rumors and lights. Something's always going round. Cold eyes judging our lives. Like they know what's going down. . They want to read us like a frontpage story.
slag me and i wonder, you steal my thunder. we're torn asunder, what the fuck?. hey man that's rather stupid and it's useless. can't we see that it just sucks?.
Here we are, right back at the start. You put your hand on my heart. And you ask me to take you back once again. I dont care cause my hearts on the dance floor.
If you blow the cobwebs off yer shelf and make some room for. something else, you might be surprised just how well it fits, right up. there next to the same old shit..
Another headache, another heartbreak. I try to sleep it all off but it won't take. Another turn-around, another let-down. I see your lips move but there's no sound.
I'm so sick and tired of all this beating around the bush. You just don't. make no sense when you don't say what you mean and I don't. understand why you can't just come right out and say everything.
I'm proud to be ignorant. I never listen to a word that you say. Because if I did I'd have to learn something new and then. uh .... that might make me feel uncomfortable..
Been there d-d-done it,. its the same every day. D-d-don't you, don't you want it,. Don't you want it to change?. . I'm on automatic and. about to ignite.
Broken glass. Broken heart. There's a picture of you laying on the floor. Empty space on the wall. While I am staring at. Wishing that you'd call. Cause every time you call me up.
I build a maze around myself. construct a force field. pay no attention. to the man behind the curtain. I wouldn't want you to think that I'm weak. can't let you see that I'm afraid.
VERSE 1:. time to jam, lets get busy,. turn this up so ya'll can hear it.. be jumping loud and clearly.. get ready to move, here come the boom its vicky..
We've got money, power and hundred story towers. greedy politicians when they see us start to cower. third world sweatshop workers making fifteen cents an.
There's a little voice that says to me. I want, I want, I want, I need. And I want it all now for me. Please, oh please, oh please, oh please. But my wants and needs are separately defined inside my mind for.
i know it's getting out of hand. out of my sight and out of my mind. and all these problems get locked up inside. there is no place to run & hide. i know it's getting out of hand.
We are not politically correct. What did you expect? Wounds to inflict?. Words to make you act? My words are suspect. As is my intellect. And. so I spew my tracts and hope they make an impact..
(a cult tragedy at glance). A man in a mission. and a man on a mission. Crockett and Koresh. Two guys named Dave. livin? in the old southwest.. One lived in Waco.
We're just sitting here for the new messiah.. We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.. We wanna make a Buddha appear, an Allah apparition right here..