You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm wa?hin the
yesterday is all it takes No good hands in all state A city a country it's all the same The less you have to say this band's name, the better Bomb city
It's automatic, it's automatic You're livin' on the streets Lost your job to a robot And you gave up to drink' Talking and babbling Are two different
the apocalypse Before the beast On the fourth of July They got their hands in your pocket They got rockets in the sky Looks like it's Bloody Sunday
You told the cops you didn't know who I was A week on the city three hots and a cot Day one I got a taste of the shakes No sleep at all, it's past eight
my pocket babe Tonight you buy the drinks!! Environment. Governmental corporate crunch It ain't dumb luck, that you're getting fucked It's up to you, it's
I wanna be, I wanna be, kool just like you, yeah yeah I wanna big house I wanna swimming pool I want some rich folks, I wanna a fast car too I have a
s hard to all around with nothing in my skin It's twice as hard once I put something It's only entertainment Till we get to the next gig It's way too
Billy said go get your gun There's a revolution going on Billy hooked up a gang of hood To this day, youngest guns Desperado's got nothin' Hang up high
Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine I know I'm gonna even
their graves We ain't young Tribulation, tears & sin Poisend heads from the west end No more spirits left four humanity And it's cold And it's raining
the UPS man just pulled up he dropped a package on the steps my ticket out is in that box been waitin for a month i tore it up and ripped it out and slid
i bought a pistol and i'm gonna use it (one shot, two shot down) i got marshal law, it's in my hand (one shot, two shot down) two mother fuckers are gonna
Well ya left me dead and ya didn't wanna be my friend - Yeah, yeah do it again Rolled me over went threw my pocket and ran - Hey hey do it again Goin'
Cheers! Cheers! Cheers to you, cheers to me Cheers to everything I see Cheers to us and cheers to them Here's to the greatest ambiance Thanx for coming
that come through isnt often we just want to leave the propagandas horrible faciast president he cleaned out the hospital of cancer patients he took the whole fifth floor he's
street survives a cocky kid suburban casualty care free young and dont fit in abbrasive around old sensitives targets himself cannon fodder remenates
need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's
