There are boys tht I know who are mean as hell, they keep to themselves and it's just as well. They've got bad cars and they've got cool chicks, greased
This is not a phase, this won't be outgrown, we've got things to say, I am not alone... you call me a freak, you say that I am weird. I am not the one
A place that I could go to, no longer welcomes me, outcasted and rejected, I never thought I'd leave. No longer is it sacred, it's tainted through and
Dance floor its' my home away from home, the music's loud, I start to dance, I don't feel so alone, so much agression, but I don't hurt anyone, I go
Sitting in Richmond the "C-side" of town, the whole band is with me, we're just f*cking around. Reggae is the sound on the radio, we've got nothing to
When I first saw her at the show, walked over and said "hey let's go," she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, do you know what I mean? She was the
I was lied to when I was told life was fair, and that someone would always be there, I hated myself more than anyone else. I was so unhappy with the
My moments of clarity would have broken you in two, the things I've seen would have ruined you. I'm scared so deep, I'm sick with life, and if I ever
Buying drugs off the street away from angry homeboys that you meet. Drinking till your face truns blue, trashed your truck and your car too.. Jeff Acree
They are coming you know who, to take us over, they talk to them, you know the government, the aliens, they're here.. Empire built on blood and bones
the lower east side counded good but she was so tired, she just parked outside a crack house in South Berkeley. Julie, she was running, so she kept the car at 80
I feel like I'm the only one that doesn't wear a mask, and no matter how hard I try I'll still come in last. People always try to tell me down where
5:25, August fifth, 1962, Marilyn lying on her bed, Her face all turning blue. You think it was an overdose, Could it have been the pact? Could it have
with a bad limp. But no one really knows him, no one takes the hint, a mastermind in fool's diguise, his name is Verbal Kint You could call him the devil, the reason
Climb up to the top, get knocked down to the ground. When will all the bullsh*t stop? What goes around comes around. My success is measured by comparison
Dire civilization getting high off misery lives wasted away flipping thorugh the channels on TV, we're taking our time, and throwing it away, a tomorrow
Find yourself in brand new times, unfamiliar crooked lines. The rules have changed, nothing's the same. The smae things happen everytime and everyone
Your way of expressing your friendship with me, is a shotgun blast in my head. All this bullsh*t, leaving me out, it makes me wish that you were dead
