The last words I heard before I slammed the door... "You gotta be humble in this life." But my shoulders tell me that ain't right as I race down the
a wasted life. Go north. Endure the pain in your burning young mind. Through the broken backs in the sands of time you've been recalled to life. We are
Force fed from the outside. We live a crowded life it seems. Fragile minds in a fast paced world. Can't compute the images coming through the screens
We were young, numb, and violent all at once. We were always smashing glass but it was never enough to make us feel OK. Are we normal boys? Is this the
falling down. Rock bottom is a beautiful start. We're rising up to show the world our scars, From a former life that we'd rather not hide. This is our
And there's something happening somewhere. Knowing we know we gotta get there. It's true what they say... Death is more perfect than life... That's why
Is it wrong to want to walk away when every day of your life looks like today and today looks like a rotting lifeless gray? I don't know where things
No, this is not what we wanted. Yes, this is all that we've got. Listen to the streets in this town and you'll hear a plea for dignity in a life without
In this life there are no clean breaks... But starting again is a chance that you can take. I always thought that someday we would overcome the bad luck
do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting the pressure is coming down. What can we do when the war is all around? The veins are constricting. The pressure is
The grass was never green. There was never purity. Some say it's all over... stupid fucking jaded burnouts. Young ones: carry on. Destroy and annoy.
Driving in from the edge of town. Ice cold winter sun is going down. And I'm staring just the way I used to through that dirty all night restaurant window
paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet. The paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet... And the silence is
The neighbor boy is home from the war. His father's pride... It spills across the factory floor. And Jimmy, in the paper, I saw you... Holding that gun
know you do. The path is dim and twisted but there's nothing stopping you. Too many love songs. Too many unanswered prayers. Nobody is gonna save you
I wish I could leave behind. And I always Wake up ugly and dissatisfied. I've gotta change my mind. I've gotta change my life:get down to the root of
that was true. Now you better lace up those boots. 'Cause only you know how it felt when the pretty girls looked at you that way. And somebody is gonna
somebody. I too, have no country. And I know how it feels. If you were shining down on me, I wouldn't kneel. I would stand upright the way you did. All your life
