march on worker bees! know your enemy! we take our orders given by the queen we're not the killers we're the worker bees if you resist us you will feel
Urban Hipster, the new gangster A new wave mannequin packin Magazines from overseas, won They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them
like a target dranw across my chest, she's a bullet in russian roulette you said you'd never turn your back on me? rescue me! rescue me! would you stand
She reads a book from across the street, Waiting for someone that she'll never meet Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in
A slap in the face, And I can't erase, These things that you say, Don't make it all okay, it's not okay When push comes to shove, I'll put on the gloves
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday
never understood how she could, mean so little to so many why does she mean everything to me? is it worth the pain with know one to blame? for all my
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room
Time... rolling along with the waves, A thousand miles away Holding you close in the rain, Seems just like yesterday Lost... hope in a faraway place
Devil in a midnight mass, Who prayed behind stained glass. A memory of sunday class, Resurrected from the past. I was told that the world wouldn't believe
Twisted tongues will place you in their category Face to face you'll hear them tell a different story Loose lips may sink ships, but honesty's forever
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan And for his next monthly installment, He's gonna go out with a bang! Boy who always did what he was
Don't wait for, a knight in shining armour Your savior's, reflected in the mirror These flowers, have grown from bloodstains on the ground! Go rake the
I tripped Fell down again I scratched my knees They bled Sew up my eyes Knead no more In our game there is no score Forgive me father Why should ya bother
Everybody, is tired, and poor and sick of trying If you see me on a corner will you stop or will you splash me Take a look at, what we've become, nothing
Well I looked at her face And I knew that she'd changed Then my heart turned black Then the sky turned grey Yeah my heart turned black Then the sky turned
My head, it hurts, each day it's getting worse, My looks and smile have now become my curse, Tight lips, red skirt the never ending street, Big car, little
Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno... I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame! Contraption...made up of Nuts and bolts...
