i'm going crazy i'm lying on my back there's an army of idiots out on the attack uniformed and armed with shotguns full of shit you better run or else
this is the dawning of the age of who knows best and with each passing day i feel like i know less they say somewhere in the world there's political
our eyes have seen the glory of the rise before the fall times get tight no end in sight we've run into these walls sit back and have a laugh let's talk
another sad game of who's fuckin' who who's getting fucked and who's doing the screw what was once thought dead was brought back and made real all eyes
shoot me up with novocaine shoot me up with novocaine shoot me up with novocaine i won't feel a thing shoot me up with novocaine shoot me up with novocaine
When the blood was red and the lies were black and white they put their hands together they thought they have the right we know they made mistakes but
coughing up on swallowed pride tell me secrets tell me lies count your blessings lose your charm break the pattern twist my arm going, going and it's
dear first offender we hope that you'll surrender we'll get you in the end, we'll get you in the end dear young protestor we hope this callous gesture
Did they show you how the west was won when you were young? Did they show you how to hold a gun, how to walk into the setting sun? Do you believe in
3000 miles away you can hear the sirens sound dirty eggs are hatching they're running all over town tarantulas attack cities fall we're fucking maniacs
could you be a rebel in your work clothes do you need a slogan to define what's on your mind could you choose your fights could you bide your time you
let's get ready set i don't need no compliments hands tied to these changing trends i've seen friends with bloody hands let's get ready set i'm not dead
there are no good samaritans there are no proud americans this isn't my idea of success i'm not impressed with the the bored expressions of the ones
God Bless the kids who never talk out of turn the kids who never learn who to live they love the kids who keep their hands to themselves and take just
vice et la luxure font de moi un renegat Je suis comble je suis frustre Je suis brise je ne sais plus quoi penser Et quelque part en moi Des flashs explosent
fff, on crrr, des cranes, tchtchi des veaucers, Des boulots, deboulons sur Paname, deroulons tout ce que nous voulons. Gyneco Rime degueulasse, des histoires de slash sous flash
mascara into holy water supplies There's a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads They flash logos
