videos The list grows some more But I've got so many things to do I'll light the spark take this world from the dark Each laugh is another bruise Each remark is
it any other way. Sunday school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning team, because I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it. It was nine years of holy shit
So you like to sing like you know everything, well I have you know I think you fucking don't Standing up on stage acting crazy and hard While we all
about this He's just a campus communist You see, sometimes life's not convenient They saw a chance to take power and they seized it, Mr. fair-weather revolutionary Is this
In every single way, this culture reeks like shit Force fed enough each day, enough to choke on it You know you've got no voice and everytime you'll
they're talking about you Bet you started to think it couldn't go on without you Maybe things look different to me, maybe I don't know shit but I just
I watched the way you hung your head in shame What were you thinking when you took the bait Couldn't see quite clearly through those stars in your eyes
soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn and they all looked very happy in the morning but jimmy didn't like his place in this world
Yeah they got it pretty good, find an angle and attack, man, "image is everything" Make 'em buy it like they should, spend some money on a whim just
So tired of looking at the front page, Watching actors on the news And I can't stand this anymore, If I ever could before, This culture's become deformed
I guess I don't know what it's like, you were looking for a fight tonight How can I explain my situation, convey all the frustration When confusion and
else to carry on No negotiations, no infiltration, fucking separation is what I'm singing Dug my own grave again, one too many times Been through this shit
You and your shit eating grin, enough to make me puke You hide convictions just so others won't make fun of you Bury your head in the sand now, I wonder