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
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
A slap in the face and I can't erase These things that you say Don't make it all okay, it's not okay When push comes to shove I'll put on the gloves
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan And for his next monthly installment He's gonna go out with a bang Boy who always did what he was
Never understood how she could Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Is it worth the pain with no one to blame? For all of my
