[on re-released disc] Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe- so head out My heart'
We could sail away Or catch a freight train Or a rocketship into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said To ever make it feel Like yesterday
Can't find my doctor My bones can't take this ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Downtown Fuel-injected dreams Are busting at
Rat tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood he deals out in hollywood got a '65 chevy, primered flames traded for some powdered goods jigsaw jimmy he's runnin
decked out like an hour glass ammonia and a razor blade things were just ok until she, fell in love with cocaine i will always love her she's my beauty
Runaways in a van All go straight to Hollywood We'll leave a scar Don't give a damn Vandalize the neighborhood Do you remember when? We slept all day
Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy He's runnin
[on re-released disc] Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods
A war zone in the streets, it's anarchy and siege. We hope it goes away, graffition the walls in modern Babylon, nothing left to save. Oo, feel the
i hear a voice in my head going 'round it's been talkin' to me 4 awhile inject my soul with the truth, do you dare?? oh my god it's time 4a prayer going
alright alright this life is what you make it. don't slide... you can't compromise you click your heels 3 times imagination goes wild.. you can't analyze
Fake, fake, fake Fake, fake ,fake Spent a million dollars on amphetamines Crashed a lot of cars Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood Because I could
Jailbait playmate Freak show masturbate Fuel inject carburete Underage penetrate Mama take me home tonight Mama take me Home Dragstrip, she's a superstar
All these years An angry child Broken, shattered Torn inside Father Where were you? Where were... I feel old I feel dead Barely hangin' By
Had wild dreams Walkin' the streets Hell, we were young Never looked back So we took our dreams Ran like hell Lived our youth From the wishing well Me
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it (x4) yeah, all i ever heard as a kid was I'm born to lose all i ever wanted was a shot at breakin the rules
Can't break the chains Can't solve the pain Can't rhyme problem with reason Not taking sides Just asking why Does the pain eat the children Who wrote
Look inside the mirror, but I don't know who I see. Smoke another cigarette, a smile holds back the tears. These contradictions seem to be the story