, oh oh, So everybody on the left side Oh, and all you people on the right side Let's come together and become great We're gonna become great Everybody on the west side
time's gonna be different cos I know what I want listing the people I'm taking down this is what I'm fighting for Come over to the left side we
in front of me, I'm never turning back. How could I ever let this go? What are you scared of? (And if there's nothing left at least I'll know whats left
But when you try But when you try to get out you'll never find That most definitely I will be attracted to you If you pick my left side Because you know
it's 3:47 when i can't wake up my days have consumed me but my brain seems wide awake a second never passes the clock never ticks stuck in time i drift
Love love is an angel that smokes cigarettes she's trying to kill me I can only say yes take me to your bedroom send me to my death you can't help
[One, Two!] Don't look so smug when we're at war you're not the boss you're just a whore you keep your shoes so clean fuck you and your death machine
Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you
It's a lie if I lie right here girl this was your idea you know it's not my fault you say you want my love well my love taste of salt I've got
just stay another day and live live the dream out on the left side of your brain can I just stay another day and live live the dream out on the left side of your brain left side
no great surprise What shit comes out of my drunken head. I met a woman that night. She loved me for the stories that I told. But when the booze ran out, My silence left
If I don't do my homeworkyou'll say it's not my fault I will tell a story and you will add the salt forget the institution that judges us by day we
I presuppose you're one of those whose deepest prose is chiefly pose and just like you my stinking rose I'd rather lose my morals than my nose your
me down he has every right Sharpened knives, I don't want to miss the last train Bullets fly, each one screams my name Gorgeous eyes, to the right and to the left
We?ve got these machines and they run automatic They?ve got no feelings to steal I?ve got a robot that can put on a hat Lucky us even the paupers are
not to be me crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line crossing the line you gotta make a move there's nothing left
