Come on now. Pull the flesh over those bones and rise. 'Cause you're not supposed to lie here. In the middle of the road, in the middle of the night. Stand up and breathe in again.
Ambulance. Am I still alive?. Feels like I am. Trapped beneath the ice. My lips still move. But my voice it won't come out. Ambulance. I'm not ready. Ambulance.
Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend.. I've got plenty, I'm still learning how to lay down my life for them.. Don't want to find yourself alone at thirty-five,.
Sing me to sleep. underneath a blanket of stars tonight,. where all my hopes and fears. look childish in the light..
At the shows and on the streets. Some punks just wont accept you think differently. The way you live it was the wrong way to be. Vegetarian or not, drug free or drunk.
18 now, you're out of school, your childhood is spent. work or war. all you've got to do is figure out how to pay the rent. work or war. if you've got no money then your life is up for hire.
What makes a killer?. Now that's a bore. What makes you scream?. You're being ignored. If your hand are bloody. Then so are mine. . We all want freedom.
you will work your life away for them. but still don't understand the system. you slave, you sell, repeat, they're rich. the money's spent in corporate america's best interest.
there's a veteran who's rotting on the side of the street. he came home from war and couldn't make ends meet. crashing down. your life's wasted away as you fall down to the ground.
voice of televangelist to moms and dads at home. who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore?. tell them lies and feed them shit, don't those homos make you sick?.
As so many people suffer from starvation. There is no hope of relief through cooperation. As so many families struggle across the nation. In poverty infested jobs they're forced to work in.
3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards. Another minute goes down the drain. Nobody seems to care anymore. Or really listen to what we're saying. Judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation.
we don't care about your politics. and we don't care about your laws. we don't care about your heroes. we know they've got no cause. this town is bringing me, brining me down.
knock down our cemetery plot. we must have gave what we got. guess NYSE and them just weren't that. but the butcher cut the wrong fat. better shop and save up cures.
help me, these kids have escaped the life i condemned them to live. i am the law of the youth i'm armed to control not protect. childhood's spent in school to teach them the ways of the world.
today i quit my job. its time to have some fuckin' fun. cause work is the worst and i come first. you know i'm not the only one. my life is my own so keep your money.
we're the maine punx, fuck you!. proud to be the fucking few. we're the maine punx, fuck you!. all the shit that we go through. we're the maine punx, fuck you!.
Police cars are after you. Your parents tell you what to do. If what they say is all so true. I guess there's no home left for you. . Kids will revolt against all authority.
If punk's not a religion then you don't have a savior's word. And it's not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts. 'Cause you've got nothing to say that I haven't heard.