tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports and in the morning the shells will wash up
The enemy is everywhere The enemy is everywhere The enemy is everywhere The enemy is everywhere Oh I'm worthless and weak, and I'm sick and I'm scared
You have got a lot of nerve to behave the way that you do, making me listen to all of your carrying on You are not the only one who thinks that life is
[Part I. The Hangover Mass] I'm sorry, Mama, but I've been drinking again. Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend, And rest assured,
''I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to speak, or think, or write with moderation. I am in earnest
''The audience was large and brilliant. Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits, and flowers, but beyond them, I saw thorns and troubles innumerable
(Pt. I) This is a war we can't win After 10,000 years, it's still us against them And my heroes have always died at the end So who's going to account
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down Watching ashes scatter all over town And when the smoke gets too close to the ground You'll see blue trampling
''From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of Europe
''I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one smiling face on Earth
The first thing you see is the light. Then, you focus on a man in a mask with a knife as he cuts you away from everything you thought you knew about
Throw my guitar down on the floor No one cares what I've got to say anymore I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise I'll write my masterpiece
Why do you do the things you've done and how dumb would you have to be to do them again like I know you're going to? If you're the poet you say you are
I was born into self-actualization, I knew exactly who I was, but I never got my chance to be young, so when you lay me inside of a coffin, bury me on
Running around this run-down, one-horse town.One of these days, they're gonna crucify me. How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb
There is nothing I've ever done I didn't learn to be ashamed of. There is no hope or no dream I won't curse and demean. If that's what it takes,
Everything makes me nervous and nothing feels good for no reason Waking up its really worth it the same dark dread every morning Senior year, here in
(Spider Bags Cover) If you're gonna be so ill tempered, I don't know why you're still around There ain't no curfew on hard living in this poorly painted
