Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones, you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind
cabin with his orders in his hand Said this is the trip to the Promised Land Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand Casey Jones
a shower of rain 'Round the curve I seen a passenger train In the cabin was Casey Jones He's a noble engineer, man but he's dead and gone Casey's wife
you've fucked a 100 girls and no plans to stop you've crushed a 1000 pills & always drink till you drop well holy fucking shit you're such a fucking
Crawling through a ditch in the woods, two arms gone and a blood lusting thirst hits harder than a gang rape in prison. I'm turning into a zombie.
Hanging with my friends every Saturday night. Throwing stuff at bums, a few looking to fight. I love my friends, sing it with me till the end. Oh
I'm breaking out. These walls can't hold me any longer. Days pass me by and I got stronger with every breath I ever took. I doubted this world as
verseone: go! you think you got me but your minds too small threaten to drop me but in not the one who'll fall lets raise out fists into the sky! yell
Keep that shit outta my face. Keep that shit outta this place. Keep that shit to your fucking self. Roll up your windows, shut your fucking doors
another trap that i feel for several in the past i'm sure there will always be more nothing ever last times dreams problems i have all alone friends
without shame i'll put this black X on my hand without shame i'll speak up and make my stand in the end will use this use this for my voice spread
So you're fed up with your life? Time to grab the knife, no more problems, no more fears. Not even your mother's tears? Grow guts, step up.
This time I'll take every word with a grain of salt and stare you down. One day you'll learn what a promise really is and the meaning of pride. Go
fuck it up i'm standing strong living the words from this song no front, no fakes no fucking mistakes i'm never fading away still believe in these
, yeah. Hey yo kids I can only ask to hold my glass while I grab a golf club and a goalie mask. I gotta spit a verse with Casey Jones and we here to
we fucking have to push push against the grain to make this a better place for you and for me for all of us humanity and yes at times i feel like giving
in another place in another dying time dying dying all alone i am the voice inside your head taking lives again on another fucked up mission who will
broken face no one knows why crushed ribs and 2 black eyes all because hes never been to a show stand on the stage preaching your rage litting it go
