Rad-rad-radio. Radio. Radio. Radio. . I listen to my radio. I'm waiting for that song to play. I wonder what you're gonna do. Am I going to hear that song today.
Under the stars I feel so far away. Closer to you is where I wanna be. Missing you as far as I can see. Just Im longing (longing longing..). I see your face in a crowded scene.
Now I've made the decision. To walk behind you in the dark for the rest of my life. And I'll never show my face again. Because it's too scarred and bloody to be enough.
I was just sitting and awaiting. Just thinking, contemplating my life when I heard the phone. I picked up the receiver and I did not believe her. When I heard a voice say, "You're not alone".
(Chorus). After all the pain you put me through. I can't stand to see the sight of you. And you wont drown me in your misery. You'll have to find someone else to be your company..
Hello, everybody, guess what I just found. Another wannabe, somebody. Gonna sell their body, pound for pound. . Gonna be a big star, if they can get the chance.
I stepped out into the night. Put my feet down on the wet patio floor. The sky's air had been cooling. And steam rose from everywhere. . I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves.
I'm so addicted to. All the things you do. When you're going down on me. In between the sheets. Oh the sounds you make. With every breath you take. It's unlike anything.
Just the other day. I was walking by myself. Little kids at play. Old man talking to himself. . I went inside to get a drink. Sat down by the door to think.
This song will become the anthem of your underground.. Your two floors down getting high in the backroom.. If I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out,.
I guess I'm a loaded gun. and waiting. when I shoot. I aim for the kill. I take my time in a confrontation. I speak my mind. I speak my mind. . OOOOooooh.
Spam, it's pink and it's oval. Spam, I buy it at the Mobil. Spam, it's made in Chernobyl. Spam. . When I was a child. My family was so poor. They didn't have the finer things.
The last time that I saw you, August of '99,. I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes. to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood.
18 days. Since I had to look at myself. I dont wanna have to change. If I dont then no one will. Is it my state of mind. Or is it just everything else.
I wrote this song for you. To say I'm sorry. I know that I was wrong. And you don't like me. . Why, why, why. Must you feel this way?. I wish, I had the words.
I know i can't come near you. Every time i do. I get shaken inside and the sun in my eyes. I'll stay away. . I'd rather be here. than anywhere with you.
Support your local ska band even tho they just may stink. Support them despite what the real musicians just might think. It's ok to lower standards in the name of a good cause.
So I said, "lets forget these days and just try to build some solid ground.. Maybe someday we could stand straight up with our faces in the wind. and scream to the world.".
Know what happens baby. Know what happens baby. Know what happens baby. Know what happens baby.