I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy
I am neither breather or speaker I am neither walker or sleeper I am neither sister, brother, son or daughter So holding in my chest is my heart, ain?
I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone
I said, I'm through with honky tonks, they only bring me down So I dressed my best and headed for the brightest spot in town I've watched the rich folks
Whatever happened to fair dealing And pure ethics and nice manners? Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass Whatever happened to class Class Whatever
my mother was a goddess sent from heaven above my father was a derelict incapable of giving love you know how they saying goes that opposites attract
We laugh in the face of destiny Abolish the rules of society We're the ink that goes deep in your skin We're black leather, studs and safety pins
I see your lips movin' But I hear nothin' Please excuse me Did you say somethin' You keep on talkin' But your words escape me Is your ego that big Or
Baby Ive been around the world and back So many cities i cant keep track so many drugs- i cant remember another gig is another bender Touring, touring
HA This one goes out to the soldiers You know who you are And to all the prostitutes Standing outside the bar This one goes out to the dykes You know
I dont wanna work I dont wanna sleep I dont wanna stand on my own two feet I dont wanna laugh I dont wanna cry Ive set my emotions to the side I dont
Wake up in the morning with nothing to do Gimme one reason and I'll be drunk by noon I take that back, I don't need no reason at all Can you remind me
Here I sit With a molotov in my hand Don't you think It's time to take a stand? CH: What's your price to be free Why can't you open your eyes and fucking
I remember high school man was it a bore i remember being shut out for the clothes i couldnt afford and i recall being accused of things id never do
It's cold and cloudy out tonight my friends I know soon the rains will come again If you got the big, big money I've got the time I don't go by your
Kids on the streets doin' what we do best Runnin' rampant & lookin' sharp, leaving fuck all for the rest Killin' time with a bottle in each hand Don't
I can't seem to get the signal I need I think my radio's broken there was a time it played so loud and the speakers they were smokin' but time moves on
You know, everyone we know They all have their own drug Mine just happens to be punk music And drinkin' at the Pub [Chorus:] 'cause I, I, I, I'm addicted