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It's too late to say you're sorry; say you're sorry, still
I stepped out with heavy heart to bail you out again
Oh, those things you do
Oh, those things you do

Get out, and get gone
This town is only gonna get worse
Get out, and get gone
This town is only gonna eat you

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line \\

Ohh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us! Baby we were born to run~!

edited 5th May '17 6:14:00 PM by burinnu

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean -
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds;
Another cog in the murder machine!

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me!
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed!
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose -
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!

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I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would
but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality
and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
and you know that's only just the way that it goes
You said it right man, That is just the way that it goes

Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church!
Got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt!
Let it out, let it out! You can scream, and you can shout!
Keep your secrets in the shadows, and you'll be sorry

Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you’ll save
Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave
If I show you, then I know you won’t tell what I said
‘Cause two can keep a secret if one of us is dead

Listen do you want to know a secret

Do you promise not to tell woh woh woh closer

Let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear

I'm in love with you oo

am I doing it right

Can't help myself, got secrets I can't tell

I love the smell of gasoline

I light the match to taste the heat

I've always liked to play with fire

Play with fire

Stacy, Stacy, I'm afraid to raise my hand./It's not about homework, it's about how 1+1 is two.

Welcome, welcome, welcome to the house of freaks!

Edited by Playing_with_boy on Jan 23rd 2019 at 7:00:41 AM

How can I sing like a girl
And not be stigmatised
By the rest of the world?
Tell me how can I sing like a girl
And not be objectified
As if I were a girl?

I want to raise my freak flag
Higher and higher and
I want to raise my freak flag
And never be alone
Never be alone

I'm not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

We don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are, but

I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious...

...

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

Gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be

This is me

Look out, 'cause here I come

And I'm marchin' on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies

This is me!

Edited by Spottedleaf on Jan 28th 2019 at 1:49:37 PM

Oh there ain't no other way

Baby I was born this way

Baby I was born this way

Oh there ain't no other way

Baby I was born this way

Right track baby I was born this way

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today
I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today

Open me up and you will see
I'm a gallery of broken hearts
I'm beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts

All these blank and tranquil years

Seems they've dried up all my tears

And while she runs free and fast

Seems my wild days are past

But...

I miss the mountains

I miss the dizzy heights

All the manic, magic days

And the dark depressing nights...

I miss the mountains

I miss the highs and lows

All the climbing, all the falling

All the while the wild wind blows

Stinging you with snow

And soaking you with rain

I miss the mountains

I miss the pain...

In a nightmare

I am falling

From the celing, into bed beside you

You're asleep, I'm screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up

And like before, you have no interest

In the life you live when you're awake

Your dreams still follow storylines

Like fictions you would make

So I lie down against your back

Until we're both back in the hospital

But now it's not a cancer ward

We're sleeping in the morgue

Men and women, in blue and white

They are singing all around you

With heavy shovels holding earth

Your being buried to your neck

In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now

I'm trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together

You're screaming

And cursing

And angry

And hurting me

And then smiling

And crying

Apologizing

There's a graveyard by the station

Where the girls wear nylon skirts and

Sandals from Hungary

The boys ride their Riga 1's

Upon the little hill

Such sadness and grief

The trees die standing

That's where we made our trysts

And struggled with our guns

Would you still love me

If the clocks could go backwards

The girls would fill with blood and

The grass would be green again

Remember the dead

They were so great

Some of them

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ya ya ya ya ya ya

How does the grass grow

Blood blood blood

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Where do the boys lie

Mud mud mud

How does the grass grow

Blood blood blood

b l o o d m a k e s t h e g r a s s g r o w a l i t t l e g r e e n e r

It's a revenge party!

A party that ends

With entrails all over the lawn

A revenge party with your two best friends!

And I end up with Aaron when she's gone!

Anyone can start again
Not through love but through revenge
Through the fire, we're born again
Peace by vengeance, brings the end

Sunday in Notting Hill, he was smoking a cigarette
His God protects him but I know we’ll get him yet...
Ran my fingers through his hair, he thinks it’s fun and games
He don’t know our faces but he’ll never forget our names

First one up was a preacher’s son
Last one down was an Englishman
I’m in bed with his bow tie on
All dressed up for a hit-and-run
Na na na nana na na na
All dressed up for a hit-and-run

I was waiting in the getaway car
You were stuck in the hotel bar
He was a proper Englishman
You had one last pint before the cops broke in
You poured the gasoline, and I drove into the flames
History will hate us but they’ll never forget our names

I quickly jump into my car and leave some dust behind

I rush through New York City

I am the daring kind.

Love spy

Love spy

He is so strong as all the word can see

He is a man

Oh

As all the boys wish they could be

I got me a Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac

I got Me a Cadillac car

Oh, oh

Got me a Cadillac

Cadillac Cadillac

Look at me mister, I'm a star

I’m so sorry!

Good doctor, do not be!

It’s the chance of a lifetime

To get to see me!

Now sit down, little one

This is going to be fun

You will be a star

And then you’ll burn like one!

Forget the cable we sent you!
It's nice to meet me, the pleasure is yours!
Now let my firm represent you - we want to book you on lecturing tours!
College campus, rotary clubs
The kind of bookings my ofice can do
Show the plant then talk, answer questions -
It’s educational! Lucrative too!

They say the meek shall inherit
You know the book doesn’t lie
It’s not a question of merit
It’s not demand and supply
They say the meek shall inherit, and you’re a meek little guy
You know the meek are gonna get what’s coming to ‘em, by and by...