She draws the costume correct In thick, black and red eyeliner Yeah, she's too young for the club But the guys at the door don't mind her The boys are
Lady, our love is, our love is like a runaway train Lady, it won?t stop, won?t stop, or slow down for anything In the sunshine, sunshine or in the pouring
I don't want anything for Christmas I wanna be naughty, not nice We'll burn all your trees down 'cause holidays in this town; it's such an ugly sight
Hate my family, hate my school Speed limits and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American
Porcelain and alabaster Decaying ever faster Unaware of imminent disaster Open up your eyes As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Did you wander
Death and shadow casts on life, scares me little or none People tell me of a divine right and happy chosen one I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with
Weak and sick, dyin' in the sand No such things as promised land Don't lose faith in a better life Reincarnation, poor excuse You're dyin' you assholes
It's alright to have faith in God But when you bend to their rules and their fuckin' lies That's when I start to have pity on you You're living on a
There's people out there that say I'm no good 'Cause I don't believe the things that I should And when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did
See the fight Old men cryin', deny their ruin Watch them try the cynic laughs At the optimist's closed eyes Darkness falls, curtain calls The cynic's
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom
If I could only get the tools The stimuli and the molecules Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype A credit to the genotype Re-program your
Back in '83, a man came to me And he told me, "Son Our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields Speculators and yields rotten
Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord Flames an omni-directional sword For he has ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with
In the city, the day is too hot And you're hoping for relief 'Cuz your head is filled with pain But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same In
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean, I wanna know what it means Did