I can't go to work The boss is a jerk I ain't got time for this school The fuckers are fools I'm going to...explode I've had it! I lie around with the
I'm about To have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If I don't find a way out of here I'm gonna go berserk ''cause I'm crazy and I'm hurt Head
I was so wasted I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head I was a surfer I had a skateboard I was so heavy, man I lived on
[Brutal Truth]
Nervous breakdown, come take me away Nervous breakdown, cafeteria today I fell down on the floor, oh God I spilled my milk Someone pull up my pants I
candles glimmer an ocean of flames you silence my mouth so I can feed on your pain the slower I carve my name into your heart the more it hurts that we
After they finished searching the van for drugs... The officer told me 'If I don't believe in God - now is the time to start.' I was halfway to sleep
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When it finally collapsed all you heard was the radio static And the fluttering sound of a bird that was trapped in the attic But you couldn?t be sure
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow And when our summer grow longer and winters won't snow From the banks of the ocean and the ice in
Now don't think I won't hit you, cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded with
Collapse the veins Crush the heart Snap the tendons Dissolve the bones Flood the brain Burn the skin Pierce the lungs Collapse the body Stars now beneath
I appreciate your well wishes and I know you meant the best, but all I need is for someone to genuinely listen. I don't need your groups; your meetings
You're the kind of person You meet at certain dismal dull affairs Center of a crowd, talking much too loud Running up and down the stairs Well, it seems
Needing, dying, parasite the same Just to be removed from all your ways I know that you know I know you know I know you know I know that you know Born
Collapse, collapse Break it down and take it back Oppose the pose Give them something to think about Give no warnings, give no sympathy A million motherfuckers
(copyright lowell george,1971 naked snake music) Well, some contend that this rock'n'roll Is bad for the body, bad for the soul Bad for the heart, bad
I sit among the trees and flowers Watch birds fly overhead for hours Little minds can be so cruel And little minds breed little fools Monsters hiding