It's warm out tonite But I'm freezing She said she's moving out But there's just no good reason I tried to tell her not to go I turned the fire up But
Nothing I've ever done could measure up to you Nothing you've ever done could keep me from you So I think I'll try a little harder now Try to keep my
another morning, my alarms clock's warning the ceiling's cracked and the rain is pouring in my coffee cup as I get the courage up I drag a comb across
Standin' round at a punk rock show I'm watchin' a band that's way too slow I'm feelin' fine from beer and whine But this damn place is a waste of my time
Issues of the day Have become the latest craze Propaganda wastes your time And warps your mind Tell me what you'll find When you investigate Intimidate
Once there was a man with the world in his hands And his visions were known far and wide But power breeds boredom so friends he ignored them His freedom
deadhead, deadhead, take another toke deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy = joke friend of the devil, who you trying to kid friends of the devil are =
So well composed You seem like absolute perfection Much to perfect for a boy Who is used to big rejection, so I I watch you through a lens Just slightly
fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream spend all your money on the fashion = machine spots and stripes and spandex pants pay a hundred dollars to = learn
Someone here is a two face liar Spreading gossip like an old town crier bent on revenge, squeeking like a rusty hinge How could you never stop and think
I can't forget that night or the arguement that made you run away i thought you'd come back soon but soon became a year and seven days i stood there
gray paint peels from a broken wall the engines have stopped turning no shouts heard from the foreman's call you're outta work and you're learning walk
Woke up drunk again this morning Blood on my sleeve and Puke chunks in my hair I don't care And neither does this girl beside me What was her name I
It's time to put down your easy bake oven And all your other little girl things Big girls don't play with toys At least that's what it says in this magazine
When it's lonely, She holds her pillow all alone And things if only She had somebody of her own She scans the airways for their song And holds back her
cries of anarchy, cries of freedom cries of fury in the united kingdom = started out loud, started out young started out poor and just for fun = tales
How long, how long, how long, How long, please tell me, how long 'Til you tell me that he's gone, how long Too many time I have seen your cryin' eyes
I'm always questioning how you're dressing and how you used to be I hope you didn't pick your clothes with the thought of pleasing me I'll keep in mind
