here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones
ba-... (x8) baby strange, what does it take to love you? baby strange, what does it take to loathe you? stuck in occasions unfinished and severed, I'm
What the Hell has come over me? (All over me) Where's the person you used to be? (It's a mystery) Well I'd swear somebody has switched you while I was
mix up, start, stop, start, wait a minute... shut down losing the plot, losing the plot, losing the plot 'til there's nothing to see but the ground head
The world that I was to ya So deep and safe and warm Is peppered by experience Mutated by the fall And all the walks in the countryside Are better done
you, with their sadness in your eyes you've got places you can dream to if you'd only take the time I've got the arms to break your fall but you're sad
whenever I'm on top there's someone trying to take me down {wah wah} they say I've got to tag along to all this shit that's going 'round best times of
and in the time it takes to feel, I could swear that you get closer every day and my only hope is when it all comes real, I don't fuck it up and throw
hey, be one of us check your moods there by the door smile, then shoot the shit don't step out our social law thanks but no thanks, here I'll hang outsiders
life, you think it's all in your hands, you play tricks, manipulating the band you want fame, well here you are in the track and all without a spinal
shut your mouth, can't you see that I'm ignoring you? your lips are moving up and down, you're trying to get a message through but here and now I'm absolutely
I can be anything I want to be, anything you hate in me multiplied by twenty three sometimes in my head I think I'm someone else that makes me feel bad
Dont Worry About Me Dont Worry About Me Ill Be Alright Dont Worry Bout Me (Repeat Lots!)
Eyes dried tight gotta get myself together need a kickstart cocktail, ten percent coffee with a high rise family size, guaranteed to catonize the little
hi! I feel low, like I just don't know which way to go it's a game, it's a play, and it's waiting to blow any day 'cos I want it, need it, shit it and
how do you know - if there's a voice, any choice? it's a highway patrol - you've gotta smile with the boys, and a- how do you know? - because I've licked
[Ginger] There will be evil that tries to disable They fight, take, start wars Try to make you take the poison Try to get some kind of reaction You don
all alone, cover your self-opinion then you amuse me but mostly yourself in your hell, hell is waiting for [a pillows and silos your head's out the wall
