day man tryin to listen to my Walkman This motherfucker all in my face Tryin to holla at me and shit I'm like, "Man - dude you just a offspring" [Del
80 times was all it took for him he has no more tries no one seems to care too much for him you can see it in his eyes drive down the street that he?
Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see Every single day what you say makes no sense to me Even though I try I can't get my head around
Day after day your home life's a wreck The powers that be just Breathe down your neck You get no respect You get no relief You gotta speak up And yell
Shelly , Jane, Laura, and Stacey See them on the beach Or in New York City Jennifer and Cyndee And Sascha and Marvin Can you name, name, name, name
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you I'll tell you no lies When all is said and done Does it really matter who's wrong or right Don't ask me for a reason
Mommy doesn't have a head any more Keep it underneath my bed on the floor Well thats alright, man thats OK She never really used her head anyway Daddy
In this world of hate and shallowness Where enemies become your consolation And those of us who win the game give up our minds I don't call that winning
In your plane in the blue sky You roam around Worlds that echo in your mind Make your heart beat faster 'This is no Vietnam We will win in Iraq'
Sometimes I think I'm gonna drown Cause everyone around's so hollow I'm alone Sometimes I think I'm going down But no one makes a sound They follow And
I woke the other day And saw my world has changed The past is over but tomorrow?s wishful thinking I can?t hold onto what?s been done I can?t grab onto
I see the way the salesmen stare into the sun I stood and watched them as they fell off one by one And everyone's so blind They're not to help mankind
You gotta keep 'em separated Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom Getting weapons
Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom Getting weapons with the greatest of ease The gangs
You brace and hold it all inside It's more than you can stand No one around even tries Tries to understand CHORUS: Don't turn away Don't turn away
They can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I can't see eye to eye Well, I know they know the way
Red over white It's one last fatal scene Brought on by Someone unseen Moving on their own Bring on the night And bring us all to our knees All are gone
Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace, I don't remember where Friends try to make me stay, or call me a cab home, I grab my keys and a beer
