a stroll through my mind Hot pants Hot hot hot, hot pants, hot pants Sizzlin' hot hot pants Hot hot hot, hot pants, hot pants Hot pants explosion At the factory Hot pants explosion
i've got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air
You can't tell me how to be, you can't tell me What I should see when I'm sleepin', I'm still believin' Stripped of all identity, I try to sleep, I grit
High on hopes, down on my luck I've struck out, I don't give a fuck The channel keeps changin' But it's always turnin' back to you What are we gonna
This is the dawning of the age of who knows best And with each passing day I feel like I know less They say somewhere in the world there's political unrest
throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on the
i'm going crazy i'm lying on my back there's an army of idiots out on the attack uniformed and armed with shotguns full of shit you better run or else
This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane
Give us this day our daily dead Keep it in the news 'til the ban's been lifted When it's given a name and it's given a face It's easier to separate, confuse
God, bless the kids who never talk out of turn The kids who never learn who to live They love the kids who keep their hands to themselves And take just
You're one of us tonight You'll be one of us for the rest of your life All that shit that you got last night It's all behind you now and everything's
Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank and start again Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank
I know some by you It's a secret some by you And it's keeping us underground It's keeping our hands folded, folded I know some went wrong It's nothing
We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives We all lie in a pile singing songs in straight lines We all lie in a pile as the dead driver drives We
There's poison in the boys in blue There's poison in the boys in blue Corruption, greed and feud are all I see You're in a disarray Things used to be
Shoot me up with Novocaine Shoot me up with Novocaine Shoot me up with Novocaine I won't feel a thing Shoot me up with Novocaine Shoot me up with Novocaine
Another sad game of who's fuckin' who Who's getting fucked and who's doing the screw What was once thought dead was brought back and made real All eyes
We're gonna go What ya gonna do? We're goin' out tonight Runnin' through the streets like hooligans We can see the morning lights Kickin' down the door
