Out of the woodwork Here you come, crawling On your knees, hands out I think you missed your calling You want a percentage Imaginary piece of the pie
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan Orientals, Mexicans No guns, no bombs, national front No greed, no hate, no government No smog, no filth, no factories
Automatic weapons were meant for the war But here they are right outside your front door Gangs and thieves are armed to the hilt Ready to kill without
You're so problematic And I know it's symptomatic Of you own masochistic ills A psychoanalyzer would say "Better tranquilize her. Numb her with some of
WE WON'T MENTION NAMES BUT WHY DON'T YOU EVER SHUT UP? YOU'RE CONSTANTLY TALKING AND I JUST CAN'T KEEP UP CONVERSATION'S A JOKE IS YOUR HEAD MADE OF OAK
Every day I get more pissed Slit my wrist, slit my wrist I hate to care, I hate relations A pile stacked high of complications Every day I get more pissed
Driving down the freeway As if I was on downers Followed off the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count
There's only one way to act When you're dealing with fools You stab them in the back And break all their rules There's only one way to be When you're
I'm a first round draft choice... 19 A man without a choice... unseen Feedback from society Please... A reason For Kampuchia The problems in Korea The
You think your real cool Starting fights at school And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules" You don't even know what anarchy is You never will and
A coffin is ugly A coffin is sad Destined to be One's last pad To lay in as a corpse For the rest of your life In another coffin, of course Next to you
I give a hoot But I still pollute I don't know what's the matter with me I won't kill But I think I'd shoot If it meant whether or not I'd be free Simulated
I don't trust that girl with a gun Something about a girl with a gun The way they fly off the handle Someone's gonna get hurt She's gonna hurt someone
Where have all the children gone? How long must the search go on? See them on the milk carton Someone stole their only son Abducted from their place of
They block out the landscape with giant signs Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines Put up fences and cement the ground To dull my senses, keep the
Step on mine, I'll step on yours Take what's mine, I'll take what's yours Bleed on me, I'll spit on you Inconsideration part of the game Voted rules
It's m fate to hate I realized but way too late It's my fate to hate Now I have a reason why It's my fat to hate - You! Is fate a lasting emotion? If
Tone deaf - I can't play an instrument Tone deaf - I can't even sing Tone deaf - I have to wear ear plugs The noise makes my ears ring They told me when