Can I play with madness? Can I ride the lightening? Flirting with disaster, I got my own course. A little bit of violence, feeling something loco, Make
Welcome to Eville, Bienvenidos a hell. Drained of promise, dreams lost in a cell. Got plenty of victims, tons of stories to tell, Painted in a picture
"Come with Uncle and hear all proper, Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited." Out of my system, onto your streets. We're bringin'
When the smog clears and the sun goes down Your life begins, 'til you hit the ground. Let's go. Soaking it all up, with pain and misery, It's not for
Rape and murder, accidents. Sex and violence, prejudice. War deploying idiots Telling lies with confidence. Politicians, terrorists, Power hungry governments
She don't like the Toasters or the Skeletones She'd rather pound some beers And listen to the Ramones Hemet backyard parties or hanging out at Johnnie
The Voodoo lady must have put a spell on me, (Because) I'm not the same as I used to be. No regrets, just lack of memories, And always sleeping with
Musical pollution, We raid the airwaves. Audio ammunition, Emotions set with chords and rhymes. Taking all my chances, Too poor to go for broke, Let
I used to love But I had to kill her I used to love her, oh yeah But I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain
No persona hypocrites, "Suit-and-tie-guy" politics, Phony media derelicts. It's not what we represent. Corporate environment Affecting the way I live