you keep talking about talent talent? what do you know? instead of = studying theory we're going to get up and go get up and go get up and go = get up
Oh, here she comes again, Ms. Nasty Walking like the princess of the ball Avoiding all the jealous girls She thinks that all the boys Are waiting on her
Woke up drunk again this morning blood on my sleeve and puke chunks in my hair I donA't care and neither does this girl beside me what was her name I
It may be hard when it's just me and you Hope makes a meal when we eat Ketchup soup I know it's hard when we sell plasma to pay for dinner I promise
I just had to get away this morning To keep you off my mind Your memory haunts me without warning And I need a place to hide And a little help to just
my vision's clouded, the sun is dark i've lost my way, i've lost my mark = chased by something in another way hoping to see the light or another = day
Down and out again It's nothing new I guess it's always been this way, everyday There's nothing I can do I can't face the world again Go back to bed
Alarm clock starts the day I rub my eyes and try to delay The painful crawl from my bed into the hall Scratchin' my head Eyes are all red Feet are like
Human eyes will never know The horrors that I've seen The nature of the souls And the lines I've read between 'Cause it's not the way they're ugly And
I think it's kind of funny how your mind starts running when you hear of a chance to take advantage of a situation without taking a glance I know it's
Here I go on another trip Another meal I skip Cos I'm lookin for something It's something that I may never find But I've got lots of time And it's never
Let's Make Noise Let's make noise in the bathroom Make everyone wonder what's going on Let's make noise in the bathroom Come on pretty baby now you won
Take a moment and remember how things were But don't get stuck there because You're future's still unsure Keep moving forward, there's adventure still
When I need a meal to satisfy me My baby's right on time I don't need a graduate of home ec. Because she does just fine Creamy, crunchy, plain or smooth
nine o'clock, no stamp on your hand it's hard to rock when you can't see = the band you have enough money to pay the rates but you can't get in = because
Johnny has a dream to make the sceen Where all he has to do is make girls scream Unbuckling his belt will surely make them melt Turning butter into cream
The other day I heard somebody saying While our special song had been playing They saw you yesterday shopping for 2 rings The news like a bolt shot right
She's a poser, she's a poser I can't think I like her any longer She like punk rock and some hippie shit Just depending on what the mood fits She's a