White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs with crosshairs in our eyes. White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs in our eyes. White
zero all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Everybody wants a redder red, blacker blues, and deader deads. Everybody wants a
guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes, white
me. Momma, momma, won't you wash those tears away. I'm so red my credit line's fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed time. I'm so red my credit line's fucked
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna
chill of a sinner. This freedom rings, it stings my skin, just like the chill... A lot of people are seeing red. A lot of people are feeling blue. A lot
gonna shout out loud. All around the world...all the people gonna shout out loud. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open your mouth. Gonna start a
that we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl, we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, come on. Yo girl, we're gonna lose control. Hey baby, come on... let's
bored I can hardly breathe. Do you know what I mean? Fast lane, champagne, fast cars and caviar. Ain't it a shame we don't all grow up to be movie stars. I want a
come on... This town is ours tonight... So light it up like a midnight sunrise. You know we own this town... Just in time to burn it down. Let's go, we
on empty. Empty pockets, empty souls...so what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it ain't cool to be a loser no more? Generation X. A generation vexed