Clock ticks away, life starts to fade, and you?re just left with nothing Here comes the light, therefore unite, at least you?re doing something Salt
Exit the thoughts of yesteryears Burn memories and let them go (What is right, what is wrong) Extinguish pains of things to pass Relinquish fears and
(Written by Ron Wasserman, originally performed by The Mighty RAW) Go go Power Rangers! Go go Power Rangers! Go go Power Rangers! You mighty morphin
You walk the walk, you talk the talk you even act the part but even the blind can see right through you this time around find higher ground and brace
Mother nature was an alcoholic Father time used to beat his kids I guess we've all got our little secrets That's how it was and that's how it is But
Who gives a fuck about American Idol, Anna Nicole, and her fucking Child? Spoiled and rich, yet you always complain You've never worked a fucking day
The sky is bright but that's no sun It's just the monsters we've become Training the youth to war machines And taking down the enemy "Defend your freedom
The pressure?s building up This time, enough is enough Bite the hand that feeds the fire Brace yourself, this time we?re live And now we face the facts
I?m the best of the best, but my social life?s a wreck I?ve got a Ph.D in Cosmetology and I?m about to crack from the stress I see fifty beauty queens
Before you judge somebody, you?ve gotta? judge yourself You?re a ticking time bomb; it?s affecting your health Wasting all your time and you?ve gotta
I've ran away too far, too long Trying to be rid of thoughts and pains That build me up, that drag me down That crash the waves upon my feet But now
I?m sick of always being the underdog when I try so hard and I wake up wondering what the answers are Well, I ? I guess I?ll put it this way: Dear Journal
I?m raving Since that second I walked in the doorway Saw you heating up the hallway Never pausing for a second glance You took the others for a ride
(Written by Desmond Child and Ricky Martin, originally performed by Ricky Martin) She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls. I've got a premonition
I sit here all day long, singing the same song A page in the scrapbook is where I belong What?s the point in getting out Conversing is just plain wrong
Times have changed and it?s so hard to just get by Now Uncle Sam wants? Uncle Sam wants you to die I sit and ask myself, ?will anyone hear my voice??
Six plastic cups of rebellion Pre-game was a victory Gather round for a shit show (a shit show!) That's about to proceed Put down the bottle and pick
