Good shot Peter I hope you go far cause there's a rabbit wearing coveralls playing in my front yard you do the two step Peter and you make it look good
would you say...he's a very bad man I've always known that folks did stuff like this but watching Johnny not be so good kind of made me sick after
It's a point of view problem you've got no sense of distortion I'm always right, you're never wrong it gets blown out of proportion maybe no one's right
You could scream and scream and scream at me for years on end and never collide cause it's all good if it's understood that all your rage just makes
There's a girl that we all know she dances to the right and slow got the means and way to say, "sicko" any moment now She got the way She got the way
A record box outside my door coming home really late from work once more and it made my day such a little thing It's the thought that counts and the hope
You shine brightly in my sky with me while the nights go by catch a comet by the tail if he hollers go to jail I had a spider monkey and his name was
Kenny you almost made it, I'd say you were halfway there Kenny your hands are frozen, and this is so unfair What would you do, given a chance to meet
Yesterday, I tried to complicate my life, I said, I thought that you'd make a pretty wife, and then dreams, of an intergalactic guy, pointed, my thoughts
She's got a hipster boyfriend and he wears some black clunky shoes and he likes to smoke American Spirit cigarettes and he's got a gas station jacket
I feel sinking on the rise, and the faith shines from your eyes, my son how could you ever know? My own fear of failure, seems to surround your life
your sister... She got bit by another werewolf she was on the news at five she got shot by a silver bullet she got buried alive she walked down a darkened
When he's asleep, when he's awake Eating a Swanson's Salisbury Steak He's glued to the TV He knows the names he knows the plot He likes it when they all
the Dart to the station by the park They start selling again at six Mechanic got an early start, while we waited for the part We sat and drank ourselves sick
This place is always hiring a brand new bunch of morons It must be rather tiring, squeezing blood from doorknobs This is your life and you're going nowhere
Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is taking over rock it seems like no one feels like they belong all of the kids can relate to self-hate they
Agonizing over every word I want to say Controlled by fears and consequences of feelings I betray flinch because I wonder when elbowed in the head again
If I could just be nice to you would you believe it was true I just can't imagine what you'd say and if you respect the way I act then I've got to figure