Slapped my face, slammed the door A dozen roses lay on the floor I saw her friends and I was told She blocked my number from her cellphone You said we
As I get closer, my dreams get farther I climb the ladder, but you kick it over Thirsty for water, you give me vinegar When I drink your medicine, it
They found an empty bottle on her windowsill The day her mother lost her sleeping pills She was sick and tired of being invisible Hard to see in color
Rejected since day one, my name is Bastard Son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man, devices master plan Bi-polar with
A devil in a midnight mass He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag wavin' never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday
In a crooked little town They were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves Fallen leaves on the ground I hitched a ride until the coast To
She reads a book from across the street Waiting for someone that she'll never meet Talk over coffee for an hour or two She wonders why I'm always in a
Time... rolling along with the waves, A thousand miles away Holding you close in the rain, Seems just like yesterday Lost... hope in a faraway place
Like a target drawn across my chest She's a bullet in Russian roulette You said you'd never turn your back on me (Rescue me, rescue me) Would you stand
March on, worker bees Know your enemy We take our orders given by the queen We?re not the killers, we?re the worker bees If you resist us you will feel
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns Magazines form overseas, won't teach
Twisted tongues will place you in their category Face to face, you'll hear them tell a different story Loose lips may sink ships but honesty's forever
And when the clock strikes twelve Tell me where you're gonna be Cleaning up the mess we've made Or watching your TV And if you have to ask Then you don
All we shared was a mattress and a lie and an address Baby, I don't need you, well baby, I don't need you Once occupied by a Goddess, now it's a room
Everybody is tired and poor and sick of trying If you see me on the corner Will you stop or will you splash me Take a look at what we've become Nothing
Forced conversation, hidden agenda You think we're stupid, how dare you? The rug has not been pulled over our eyes you fool We can see right through
Need more friends with wings All the angels I know put concrete in my veins I'd always walk home alone So I became lifeless just like my telephone (There
