I'm not the one you dream about And I'm not the one who you can't live without I'm not the one who you wanna see I'm not the one who you want to be seen
Down on Haley, Haley Street Where the drugs are easy and the sex is cheap You never know just who you'll meet on Haley Crack dealer looks out his door
Lately, my insecurity has got me paralyzed Look in the mirror, It's getting clearer. I've got those Ed McManoh eyes. Feelin' humble, just like Barney
There must be 5000 ways to die And each one ends the same way if you try Your friends all stand around while they dump you in the ground And the people
Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you Sorry I wanted only to kiss you Sorry I promised to love you forever Made you feel guilty, oh when you left me Sorry
I, I met a girl She was standing on the dance floor of the club She was a very, very pretty girl So I went up and talked to her And when you share your
Wearing flash pants and her street walker shoes Walking down town with a pocket full of blues She's the one you want so much She's the one you can, you
Don't bother going to class ''cause nobody cares if you cut. And it's not smart to experiment With Ben Gay on your nuts. If you ask her out and she says
When you met me at the party, you thought I was a nice guy But you didn't have a clue at what was going on inside I ordered you a drink and asked you
You want a guy who can bring the Bacon An' you want a guy with Savoir Faire Somebody who can take control of it Someone with cool black shiny hair Yeah
? An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see
Got a new job at a radio station But that won't help you at all 40,000 watts of maximum rock But that won't help you at all You think you've got everything
I played you all my records when I tried to explain. When I ate all my AlphaBits, it spelled out your name I've made you lots of friends, with all our
YEAH! Well I'm MC Parry and I'm here to say That I came all the way from Goleta Way And I'm recording in this old studio Just standing around, kicking
I played you all my records when I tried to explain.(to explain) When I ate AlphaBits, i spelled out your name (your name) I've made you lots of tapes
yeah im tried of you sick of all your abuse and condenstion im sick of you tired of the games you play like a child tired of the lies and your cheap
Tell Deon Warwick, and all her Psychic friends. I won't be calling. They can't help me. 'Cause I don't wanna know the truth. I only want my dreams Here
Rock bands play hard from 9 to 5 But they still got a sensitive side When they want our sympathy They put down their flying v's Ballads show how much