Lyrics
she caught me last night making models, empty bottles with
her dad
she caught me sniffing glue, breaking rules in her leather and plaid
Chorus:
and the radio played- and joey said
and the radio played- and joey said
and the radio played-and joey said
and the radio played - 1 2 3 lets go
she caught me easter sipping extract mom's a hunchback glazin'
the ham
i felt like lunch meat spread on bedsheets, I'm the son of sam
Chorus
she said romance with you is like a petting zoo, i got the
peanuts under the bed
i said I'd rather be in love with you, or rather end up dead
Chorus
always had a bad time on dates
ending up in the wrong place
half the time you use up trying to prove you're not a loser
the other half is a complete waste
i didn't mean to bore you
i didn't mean to piss you off
just standing on the side of the
street
reeling from the light and heat
feeling claustrophobic and fixing to fight or flee
i didn't mean to bore you
i didn't mean to piss you off
i don't want to waste the day away
i don't want to waste another day
avoiding you
avoiding you
avoiding you
i am avoiding you
i didn't mean to bore you
i didn't mean to piss you off
i don't want to waste the day away
i don't want to waste another day
avoiding you
avoiding you
avoiding you
i am avoiding you
Light
It
Now
Blast off in absentia
Missed your call
Missed your calling
Missed your calling
Your calling for crawling around
Bad Reception
Turn
It
Off
Cause you’re super nova
Your either falling
Bodies falling
Bodies falling
Either falling or hauling around
Bad Reception
She's a carwreck
she's a carwreck hundred miles per hour
she's a carwreck and she's all fucked up
she's a carwreck hundred miles per hour
and still ain't had enough
she lost control
fell asleep behind the wheel
tap dancing on ice
and you know and you know we never saw it coming
5 from 8 driving to the Sunday road realigning perpetual
motion
Toyota’s stereo stalling eating up a cassette
Really hate being there
But haven’t made it just yet
Depression strikes again again again again
Gold fronts blinding the new profanity
Tattoo advertisement marketability
Some say the kids are alright
But haven’t been in their homes
Isolated, alone
On identity loan
Depression strikes again again again again
Open up your eyes a world in disguise so make up your mind and retreat sometime 1-4-5 on 4:4 misses the mark and never scores
Depression strikes again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
Do You Wanna Get High Tonight?
We can hang out in your room
And watch our veins collapse
Or maybe we can pop some pills
Cheap thrills on your mattress
Someday you'll say "Let's kick"
And I'll reply I want to
And then you'll inform me
That if we kick we'll feel so poorly
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Do ya wanna, Do ya wanna
Do ya wanna get high tonight?
Do ya wanna, Do ya wanna
Do something fun tonight?
Do ya wanna, Do ya wanna
Do ya wanna get high tonight?
Do ya wanna die?
We can take a pen connect the dots
Pale white bodies
Track marks are so romantic like
Purple orchids on a milk white field
But like a railroad track
One way forward no way back
And like a railroad track you get too close
and you'll get smacked
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We can name the friends
We've lost this year so tragically
And claim that it was just bad luck, bad cut
or maybe meant to be
And pray we never see HIV or OD
So how could our life be
One pathetic spelling bee
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The message has nothing to say
The people got lost along the way
You better walk the walk
If you talk the talk
You better walk the walk
To make it matter to me
When they draw the line where do you stand?
Thousand broken homes get in your way
Get in your way, won't get in your way
That's what I say to you right now,
Oh oh oh, You better watch your back,
Oh oh oh, Keep your nose clean,
Oh oh oh, Don't mess around,
Oh oh oh, Don't mess around
You know your secret is safe with us
The people got nothing to hide
When they draw the line where do you stand?
Thousand broken homes get in your way
Get in your way, won't get in your way
That's what I say to you right now,
Oh oh oh, You better watch your back,
Oh oh oh, Keep your nose clean,
Oh oh oh, Don't mess around,
Oh oh oh, Don't mess around
I hate watching the sun turn into a dark deserted night
Where streetlights attract corruptions which are enamored by its light
When truth is just a metaphor for light the brightest have to give
Lambs led to the slaughter for a more convenient life to live
Why am I feeling like a fool or fuck’n creep?
Bedtime for diplomacy
End times for you and me
Spoonfed patriotic rhetoric in return for cheap tv
Tying yellow ribbons but it won’t provide no relief
And don’t tell me of the cost in lives from the bucket seat of your
suv
Cause we’ll all cash in on the war dividend and the pleasure that
it reaps
Cause a missile has no conscience
And smallpox don’t need friends
Jihad may be a one way ticket
To the promised land
Something you’d say
conspiracy
Cloaked in hearsay
and subtlety
The fortune teller don’t do much for me
Cause fortune telling don’t mean a thing
Thanks for your introspection
Things aren’t right we know
And thanks for the masturbation
And thanks for status quo
I’m not
clairvoyant
but Shit still looks
like shit to me
I’m glad you read your essays
All the inconsistencies
Thanks for your introspection things aren’t right
I know
And thanks for your masturbation and thanks for status quo
But who hears your consternation above procrastination
So what am I thinking now?
What am I thinking now?
What am I thinking what am I thinking what am I thinking now
Fuck all…….
You add confusion
Disguise the targets
Blur the lines of reason
Preach from a reclining chair
Some people need direction
Not just a crystal ball
Reaction to the action
Until they take the fall
Thanks for your introspection things aren’t right we know and thanks for the masturbation and thanks for the status quo
Who hears your consternation? Above procrastination
Insincere outrage, patience
Directing conversations
You say you want it all but not now
Want change convenience and power
Just cover your eyes your ears and your mouth and step aside for an hour
when i was young i thought that life was just a curse
but now I'm older and found out it is much much worse
too many people walking over me
my autonomy begins to atrophy
Out of control
out of control
Out of control
out of control
every year, every month , every week how could this future look so goddamned
bleak?
So weary i can hardly speak
and the future's glaring back at me
This is a cautionary tale
I knew him for years
Haven’t seen him in more
Since we hit all the shows
Cause drugs did the trick you see
Penitentiary
When he got out the first time
He returned to crime
He started signing credit cards fraudulently
Scott’s got a child but no wife
Yeah yeah yeah he’s got 20 20 20 20 years to life
He’s got a lot to think about at night yeah everynight
When he got out the last time
Said he was going straight
A friend just read the post to me
Bank robbery
Scott’s got a child but no wife yeah yeah yeah he’s got 20 20
20 20 years to life
He’s got a lot to think about at night yeah every night
The threat
of hurricanes
And people boarding up their homes
Makes sense to me
Imposed quarantines
Deadly smallpox vaccines
Makes sense to me
tv talks to me it helps to comfort me from all the images outside the factory
tv evangelists car crash enthusiasts
make sense to me
the threat of dirty bombs and people taping up their homes makes sense to me
tv talks to me it helps to comfort me from all the images outside the factory
sports broadcast opiates
threat level patriots
make sense to me
high school terrorists
pro-life activists
make sense to me
tv talks to me it helps to comfort me from all the images outside the factory
it provides celebrity
image reality
it’s a symphony
without a melody
it doesn’t bother me
it doesn’t bother me
it doesn’t bother me
stay tuned to channel three
Teenage Truce
Sneaking home late ducking out early
Looking unkempt, underfed always hurried
So teenage is ruined
Teenage teenage teenage teenage
Foster parents prosper in this modest proposal or leave it to the state to provide a disposal
So teenage is ruined
Teenage teenage teenage teenage
Can’t be reached phone disconnected
Just like everything at home that’s defective
So teenage is ruined
Teenage teenage teenage teenage
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