Maybe I'm a dreamer, cuz you're type don't dig my type. I'm a lover with a blank, only if you knew. Grenade in heart with the pin pulled, about to explode
heart With your neon dreams. I guess I'm just a lovesick casualty Jonesin' for that other half. Shattered on 9th avenue, New York City, Heartbreak city. New York City
my job's calling me and i sure need the dough life won't wait and i'll earn my fate my time's now, i need to go [Chorus] nothing going to come my way
[chorus] i make mistakes you shit-face and i'm no good, no good [x4] things ain't your way that's right i'm glad everything makes you mad i'm a fucked
[Chorus:] You're such a bore (you're such a bore!) Such a bore to me! Why don't you go hang yourself, hang hang yourself, Or drink your living well away
responsibilities and obligations easy living riding high i'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out i never wanted more than what's already given
got a crush, got a crush got a crush capitalize and a us flag think they made a buck? struck it rich on the red, whte and blue ocnsumers oh how they buy
Saw my ex just the other day, She went out of her way to say: Her new man, Her new man Can't please her. Her new man Can't please her. Said her new man
slave labor working man no pride in some one else's dreams maintain on a poor man's salary now there's got to be a better way for you for me [Chorus]
logic's gone and now you're dead would you do the same if it happened again? i bet you would and you know why cause you're a fool and fools oughta die
stick to your guns we're not the fortunate ones good thing come to those who wait rotten stalemates till we're done general discontent is given general
I'm here but I wish I was there I'm here but I wish I was there A single string that hangs, has got no purpose Like a poet mute It's like wool in July
friends for 15 years family forever the day i leave that is the day i wilt and die born and raised in the country obsolete from the city the back roads
monday tuesday wednesday thursday come friday i'm gonna get my salvation come friday get the boys off to the gig we go 500 miles to go 200 miles
assume the position and start to pray here comes the priest, its time to play we'll use the good word to clean up the mess going to heaven child you've
moving from side to side and all the kids in the pit are ready to ride we got the big city rockers coming in off the streets and all the small town youth
the alarm goes off it's 6 a.m. yet another day of work begins as you get in your car you drive and wonder "just when will it all end?" punch in punch
my nerves were pumping man i really didn't know what to expect i had my boots on and my braces all in check [Chorus] playing to live and living play [