Get this through your pretty skull: You were simply entertainment. Worthless conversation, a more worthless conversation piece. Always find that way
said "Your feet are wheels, your heart is stone and you are penniless. You feel no guilt, so there is nothing to get off your chest. You know as well as
You're moving up and I'm moving out. You're growing up and I'm growing sideways. Don't want to see who you used to see or be who you used to be. I guess
the road and you ignite. Just add Pabst and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends
d say so. I've been living in them since forever. Turned our dreams into dogmas to floats, sadly made to loom forever above us in the this piss-poor parade. And as
Holy Shit, I think we've gone too far to turn back now. There's no thread to mend this tear, so now your face just turns to stone. I've gotta let it
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get
say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all
Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else
Here it is I hide, independently confined to this Half Friend Town. Prisoner where I reside, cower from the Gainesville eye. Welcome to Half Friend Town
And so again, my friends we've taken this conversation to its bitter end. I need to cut my tongue, before it cuts us down. We spit them out like spears
Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight
You like your coffee black, your neighborhood white, your lights are out at nine o' clock at night. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
t you have more to shout about? Is that what made us friends? Is that what made me okay? Is that all there was to me? Back. And its a shame we view this as
He's there, yeah, I know He's there Well, hello world, how you been? Good to see you, my old friend Sometimes I feel as cold as steel And broken like
And if we did we left it long ago And didn't know we were loved Empty as a wooden clock Left in the woods at twelve o'clock Insides all rusted and spring
stoned with a little help from my friends With the gubla, then I passed it round back to me again I can make you famous like Amos Same as the last punk