Texty:
Modern Life Is War

a wasted life. Go north. Endure the pain in your burning young mind. Through the broken backs in the sands of time you've been recalled to life. We are

We were young, numb, and violent all at once. We were always smashing glass but it was never enough to make us feel OK. Are we normal boys? Is this the

And there's something happening somewhere. Knowing we know we gotta get there. It's true what they say... Death is more perfect than life... That's why

No, this is not what we wanted. Yes, this is all that we've got. Listen to the streets in this town and you'll hear a plea for dignity in a life without

do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting the pressure is coming down. What can we do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting. The pressure is

Driving in from the edge of town. Ice cold winter sun is going down. And I'm staring just the way I used to through that dirty all night restaurant window

The neighbor boy is home from the war. His father's pride... It spills across the factory floor. And Jimmy, in the paper, I saw you... Holding that gun

I wish I could leave behind. And I always Wake up ugly and dissatisfied. I've gotta change my mind. I've gotta change my life:get down to the root of

somebody. I too, have no country. And I know how it feels. If you were shining down on me, I wouldn't kneel. I would stand upright the way you did. All your life