ve been here And we ain't had no time to drink that beer 'Cause I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman
you've been here And we ain't had no time to drink that beer 'Cause I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman
: Tell the children the truth... Your pussy band sounds just like shit You're not punk rock You're more like a punk trik You corporate motherfuckers
: You got the socket and I got the plug I am the floor and you are the rug I got the rhythm you got the beat We feel it shake us from our souls to our
food I've went weeks without sleep Keeping this in I've got cuts I can't close I've got wounds that won't heal It's all your fault My American dream
: I'm, I'm in a picture with you You just seem to know I am a liar, I am a fake In truth You don't need to know I turn at the laughter As you proceed
Once it starts you never see them Once it starts there goes your freedom Now you´re standin´ by the front door You want it back and even more
Tell the children the truth... Your pussy band sounds just like shit You're not punk rock You're more like a punk trik You corporate motherfuckers all
food I've went weeks without sleep, keeping this in I've got cuts I can't close I've got wounds that won't heal, it's all your fault My American dream
Look through these eyes, do ya know what you're seein'? Once held the blue sky now colors are fadin' God in your soul, hell in your hands Swallow it down