Can you hear me? Can you hear the words I'm saying to you? Can you feel the way I feel the way you do? Could it possibly be true? Would you know it
Now I'm not saying we're unhappy Being classified as simply a punk-ska band And sure you think these groups are crappy That this many screaming teenage
She always thought he'd have a reason He thought it'd be easy to explain She's asking for an explanation He's not sure why, but he knows that he can
This time I've had enough This time I mean it This time I'm taking off Fuck this I'm leaving It's time for me to go But who knows when I'll see
She says soda and i say pop I'm all about cheese and she's definitely not She's salt water taffy and herbal tea And i'm beef jerky and black coffee
I'm sorry I told you those pants made your ass look fat oops my bad I'm sorry I tried to borrow condoms from your dad oops my bad I called you by
Your Mom She's really got it going on. Your Mom She's the type of Mom I'd like to get on. Your Mom Should post pictures on SexyWomenOver40.com I wanna
You're not here so I'll have another beer I'm all alone sipping on a fifth of Bacardi Limon I'm gonna get over you I know I will but I don't know how
I met her at a party just like any other Our eyes fell upon one another I can't stop dreaming of The way she looks and talks to me The way she smiles
Yesterday I saw you sitting alone In the corner of my favorite coffee shop I wanted to touch your hair you face your everything else I think I like
Living on the road my friend Is gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron And your breath is hard as kerosene You weren't your mama
You only saw red After I said, "How can we continue?" Hidden from your view In the blue corner that I painted myself into Then we started to fight And
You say that you'll get him and you run and get your mummy And you're almost beaten to the punch Looking for the man who sold you the dummy And you're
Living on the road, my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your mama
I'm just a punchy bareback rider in the rodeo I climb the gate grab my rig and go The horse explodes from the chute kickin' at the sky I fall back kick
At the Christmas pot luck dinner at the holy roller hall They don't allow no drinkin' of any alcohol So my aunt Hazel makes a juice without the use of
Oh sittin in the Taxi rank in Park Lane in comes a trendy geazer with no brain, and staring at a punk who was a good mate, I said lets make a move but
Take a good hard look at yourself bitch Then take a good hard look at me, you see, what to do you see? Take a good hard look at yourself baby Then take