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[VERSE 1:]
This is a public service anouncement, this is only a test
Emergency evacuation process
May Impair your ability to operate machinery
Can't quite tell just what it means to me
Keep out of reach of children, don't you talk to strangers
Get your philoshophy from a bumper sticker
[CHORUS:]
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Without. Alright.
[VERSE 2:]
Better homes and safety self communities.
Did you remember to the pay the utility?
Caution Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one thats really dangerous?
Sanitation, expiration date, question everything.
Or shut up and be a victim of authority
[CHORUS:]
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Without. Alright.
[VERSE 3:]
Better homes and saftey shelf communities.
Did you remember to pay the pay the utility?
Caution Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one that's really dangerous
Sanitation, expiration date, question everything.
Or shut up and be a victim of authority
[CHORUS:]
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
This is a public service anouncement, this is only a test
[Thanks to [email protected] for correcting these lyrics]
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Waiting in a room
All dressed up and bound and gagged
To a chair
It's so unfair
I won't dare move, for the pain
She puts me through is what I need
So make it bleed
I'm in distress, oh mistress
I confess so do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight
You know I will obey, so please
Don't make me beg
For blood, sex and booze you give me
Some say I'm disturbed
But it's what I deserve, another lesson
To be learned...from a girl called kill
My head is in the gutter
Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin
Of discipline
Throw me to the dogs
Let them eat my flesh down
To the wood
It feels so good
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Today is the first day of the rest
Of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
Everything's allright
I'm not getting any younger as long
As you don't get any older
I'm not going to state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and a lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with ne on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
I hereby solenly to tell
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what
I'll ever hear from you
"Trust" is a dirty word that comes
Only from such a liar
But "respect" is something I will earn..
If you have faith
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He's a victim of his own time
In his "vintage suit" and tie
He's casualty dressed to the teeth
In the latest genocide
The new seasons come and go
At the dog and pony show
Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names
And fallow the dress codes
WHAT'S IN A NAME?...HEY!
She's a scented magazine
Looking sharp and living clean
Living well and dressed to kill
But she looks like hell to me
So when you're dancing throgh your wardrope
Do the anorex - a go-go
Cloaked with style
For pedophiles as the credit card explodes
You auctioned off your life
For the "most" expensive price
Going once...
Going twice...
Now it's gone
(You the Crew)
You auctioned off your life
For the "most" expensive price
Going once...
Going twice...
Now it's gone
What's in a name, hey?
What's in a name, hey?
What's in a name?
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I'm on a sentimental journey
Into sight and sound
Of no return and no looking back or down
A conscientes objector to the
War that's my mind
Leaving in the lurch and I'm
Taking back what's mine
I'm on a mission
Into destination unkown
An expidition
Onto desolation road
Where I'm a...
Castaway - going at it alone
Castaway - now I'm on my own
Castaway - going at it alone
Castaway - now I'm on my own
Lost and found, trouble bound
Castaway
I'm riding on the night train and
Driving stolen cars
Testing my nerves out of the blvd.
Spontaneous combustion in the
Corners of my mind
Leaving in the lurch
And I'm taking back what's mine
I'm on a mission
Into destination unkown
An expidition
Onto desolation road
Where I'm a...
Castaway - going at it alone
Castaway - now I'm on my own
Castaway - going at it alone
Castaway - now I'm on my own
Lost and found, trouble bound
Castaway
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Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the "trunk"
It started when she run away
Thumbs out out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
"Mr. Whirly" had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhanding misery
He's gonna get high
When he's low
The fire burns from better days
And she screems why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymnes from yesterday
Of misery
Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in "tinseltown"
They found him in a cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat in the name
Of misery
Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virgina and the dope
And kissed the bride eternally
And they're gonna get high
When they're low
The fire burns from better days
And he screems why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymnes from yesterday
Of misery
Hell hounds on your trail now once again..boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it's not what ypu make,,,,it's what you leave
And we're gonna get high
When I'm low
The fire burns from better days
And she screems why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymnes from yesterday
Of misery
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Wake up, The house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer
Philosophy's a liar when
Your home is your headstone
"Icon" is the last chance for hope
When there's no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in the ditch that
You dug yourself in
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down
Deadbeat Holiday - celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Deadbeat Holiday - get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone
Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies
Grounded in a duplex to find that
You're living on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down
Deadbeat Holiday - celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Deadbeat Holiday - get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay when all you
Want to do is...not to....give up......
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As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
Withe my conscienece beating
Like the puls of a drum
That hammers on and on
Until I reach the break of the day
As the sun beats down
The halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will tomperserve
As I reach the break of the day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on yourself
A cry of hope
A plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for
It's all that I need
To reach the break of the Day
So I run to the edge
Beyond the shadowas of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of the day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on yourself
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on yourself
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To know you is to hate you
So loving you must be like suicide
I don't mind if you don't mind
I'm not the one that's going to die
I guess i just can't listen
To this one sided conversation again
`cause I don't care if I don't care
No one ever said that life is fair
Everybody loves a joke
But no one likes a fool
And you're always cracking the same old lines again
You're well rehearsed on every verse
And that was stated clear
But no one understands your verity
The center of attention
Got an honerable mention once again
Congratulations and salutations
You're a figment of your own imagination
Everybody loves a joke
But no one likes a fool
And you're always cracking the same old lines again
You're well rehearsed on every verse
And that was stated clear
But no one understands your verity
To know you is to bait you
And you fell victim to your own denial
I don't mind if you don't mind
If you're wasting all your time
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I've been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I'm destined
For anything...at all
Downtown lights will be shining
On me like a diamond
Ring out under the midnight hour
No one can touch me now
And I can't turn my back
It's too late ready or not at all
I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Dawning of a new era
Calling...don't let it catch you falling
Ready or not at all
So close enough to taste it
Alomost...I can embrace this
Feeling....on the tip of my tongue
I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucks stars....
I've been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I'm destined for anything at all
Dumbstruck
Colour me stupid
Good luck
You're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get there...
At all....
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....
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I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Casue I want to be the minority
Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
F*** 'em all
You are your own sight
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
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Today's the Macy's Day Parade
the night of the living dead is on its way
with a credit report for duty call
it's a lifetime guarantee
stuffed in a coffin 10% more free
Red light special at the mausoleum
Give me something that I need
satisfaction guaranteed to you
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
when I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
oh. I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
thieves and crooks
when all along it was me and you
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
and where it goes
and I'm thinking about
the only road
the one I've never known
and where it goes
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
[Thanks to [email protected] for correcting these lyrics]
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What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the butt
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket
And quickly take the last train out of town
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't ket the door kick you in the butt
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
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Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days
They're getting over the hill
Death is closing in and catching up
As far as I can tell
Got a plan of action and cold blood
And it smells of defiance
I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die
And got my inheritance
Now I want more
'Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Nothing good can last
Crows feet and rot are setting in
And time is running out
My parent's income interest rate
Is gaining higher clout
I'm a snot nosed slob
Without a job
And I know I darn well should
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days
But my future's looking good
Now I want more
'Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Nothing good can last
Now I want more
'Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Nothing good can last
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