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Slow Motion

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Well that straw just broke
I’m a line in your tasteless joke
What’s up with that heart you’ve stolen
Don’t worry ’cause it’s not broken, it’s just swollen
Could anticipate
How you’re feeling from day to day
Well about you now, that’s your needing
Don’t worry ’cause they’re laughing, and you’re bleeding

Well I’m drowning in your ocean
It’s much cooler in slow motion

Don’t care where you’ve went
And not really on what you’ve spent
When it’s obvious that you bore me
I’m not worried ’cause it’s five minutes to your glory

Well I’m drowning in your ocean
It’s much cooler in slow motion

Leave it up to me and I will
Be the one here to see that you stand still
Everyone sees your eyes getting wider
Everyone here believes you’re a liar

Well that straw just broke
I’m a line in your tasteless joke
Right after you’ve a punched a hole in
Don’t worry ’cause it’s not broken, it’s just swollen
Could anticipate
How you’re feeling from day to day
Since it’s obvious that you bore me
I’m not worried ’cause it’s five minutes to your glory

Leave it up to me and I will
Be the one here to see that you stand still
Everyone sees your eyes getting wider
Everyone here believes you’re a liar, you’re a liar

Side Of A Bullet

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well
Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet
He hit the stage so full of rage
And let the whole world know it
Six feet away, they heard him say
“Oh God, don’t let him pull it”

Please God, don’t let him pull it
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched you do it

How could you take his life away?
How could you be so full of hate?
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and on my own,
I cried alone

And scratched your name
On the side of a bullet

And in the wake of his mistake
So many lives are broken
Gone forever from a loaded bullet
And no excuse that you could use
Could pull somebody through it
And to this day so many say
“God why’d you let him do it?”

How could you let him do it?
How could you put us through it?
His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?
How could you be so full of hate?
And when I heard you let him die
And made the world
all wonder why
I sat at home and cried alone
and on my own
I scratched your name
On the side of a bullet

On the side of a bullet
On the side of a bullet

See You At The Show

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Crowds that scream at superstars
Where bouncers show their battle scars
I’ve been the first to sign on every wall
Down the road and round the bend
We pray to God it never ends
I’ve been, I’ve seen, we’ve screamed to everyone

We’ll see you at the show
If you don’t come, we’ll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you’re wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around with all of us
We’ll go out on the town
And light it up ’til we burn it down
Burn it down

After hours and alcohol
Every club, we’ve seen ‘em all
As long as we don’t need to stand in line
Party scenes and billboard dreams
The ladies love those limousines
You know they’re going to show up every time

We’ll see you at the show
If you don’t come, we’ll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you’re wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around with all of us
We’ll go out on the town
And light it up ’til we burn it down
Burn it down

Crowds that scream at superstars
Where bouncers show their battle scars
I’ve been the first to sign on every wall
Down the road and round the bend
We pray to God it never ends
I’ve been, I’ve seen, we’ve screamed to everyone

We’ll see you at the show
If you don’t come, we’ll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you’re wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around with all of us
We’ll go out on the town
And light it up ’til we burn it down
Burn it down
Light it up ’til we burn it down
Light it up ’til we burn it down
You know we’re gonna light it up ’til we burn it down

Sea Groove

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Take away from me
That what you just gave
Nothing left to heal
Nothing left to save
Given half a chance
Given what we’ve spent
I will not repay
I will not repent
I don’t wanna leave
I don’t wanna stay
Get away from me
Stay the hell away
And I will give up my mind
And I will give my way
And I will pluck out my eyes
Yes I will feel my way
Yes I will

Is there something wrong
With the way I feel
I don’t wanna beg
I don’t have to steal
Let me prove myself
Let me earn your trust
Let me betray
The way that we discussed
I don’t want to thieve
I don’t want to snatch
Get away from me
Stay the hell away

And I will give up my mind
And I will give my way
And I will pluck out my eyes
Yes I will feel my way
Yes I will

In open hand, unopened gift
Her broken bones, her head won’t lift
A decade since you’ve been gone
Mend the cracks and say so long
Say so long

Savin’ Me

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Prison gates won’t open up for me
On these hands and knees I’m crawlin’
Oh, I reach for you
Well I’m terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can’t hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I’m callin’
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I’m fallin’

Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me

Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me
With these broken wings I’m fallin’
And all I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m callin’
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m fallin’

Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me

Hurry I’m fallin’

Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

It’s getting late, I haven’t seen my date
So tell me where the boys get in
It’s seven o’clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man’s drunker than a bar full of winos
And his old lady she don’t care
My sister lookin’ cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
`Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright

pppp…packed pretty tight in here tonight
I’m looking for a woman who’ll see me right
I could use a little muscle to get what I need
I’ll drink a fifth of jack and scream out “she’s with me!”

A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats from the bottom of a glass

Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
`Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright

Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
`Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night’s Alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night’s Alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night’s Alright

Rockstar

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

I’m through with standing in line
to clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
and I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
quite the way I want it to be

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me

I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free

I think I’m gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me

I’m gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair
And change my name

‘Cause we all just
wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses
driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and
the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny
‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blond hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I’m gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
When they ask why I drink all day
I’ll say because I can

I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ‘em wrong
Then listen to the fans tell me how damn good I am

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there
Every playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Pusher

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

And some say
Why you follow somethings so long
So I asked him
And he convinced me before long
Now its over
And I’ve seen him, don’t come back anymore
And he said…
I need
I don’t ask much anymore
I found
I found something

Throw a stone into the water
The ripple is broke
Burn the baby
Just for holding the cradle too close
Take it all back
Search for justice, don’t live there anymore
And he said

I need
I don’t ask much anymore
I found
I found something

And why do you see me in this way?
The way that I did
I gave him the means to the ends
Yes I did
I bothered not to believe in this way
The way that I did
I made him just to see in this way
The way that I did

I need
I don’t ask much anymore
I found
I found something

Photograph

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out

This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me

One Last Run

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Crafty friends where’d they all go
Try and find but no one ever knows
You fall down makes you wanna stay
Who the hell would want to anyway
Well I’m leaving

And I want it all
Forgot it all
Better find this all
And I found out where it’s all at

Better now than I´m before
Tried it once now I want it more
Memories of are cut in half
Tell the truth then I want you to laugh
We´re not laughing

And I want it all
Forgot it all
Better find this all
And I found out where it’s all at

Knew it all, what you like
Sell it all, what’s your price

Steal a car we’re all headed south
You know the score so just shut your mouth
One more run then I want out
Not like them I’d rather go without
Without needing

And I want it all
Forgot it all
Better find this all
And I found out where it’s all at


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