Yeah the lights go dim and the profits roll in but who stands out on the canvas who's is it, mine or your Fight! yeah the risk is fair yeah the crowd
Mister secret agent man Running around the globe He carries a knife and dagger He carries a gun and sword Don't ask him who is he fighting Or who is
Exchanging glances we're not really living exchanging glances the star of my movie exchanging glances can you really touch me exchanging glances I would
Barney and Friday - Were two cats who didn't have nine lives Barney and Friday - Were only here what seemed a short time Barney and Friday - Didn't
I can't come to practice ''cause my car won't start Went back on the shit ''cause my girl broke my heart Can't make it tommorow ''cause my mom's on the
In a field of nowhere blossoms a shiny couple stand sitting with visions of haze from cosmic rays that will get them no more than home to a place to
Loud is my scream... Deaf as your ears when fun is outlawed...only the outlaws will have fun I love broads that's why I kill 'em I love broads that
People's minds gone to sleep while evil lingers and bad things creep watch TV all the time something stalks just outside and they're sleeping they'
Fresh out of school, nowhere to go no more lunch money to save for the show no more hangin' round with the usual crew there's nothin' to do, nothin'
Music by Michael Cornelius Words by Brian Brannon and Jon Haas You're a prep and that's a fact Originality you've always lacked I can see right through
Fourth crisis in the world today but you look the other way you keep on taking care of the biz that's where the money is generals and senators gone
Black is the absence of light a smoky smoggy brown sunrise shadows grow over lazy eyes kept asleep from darkening skies let enlightenment invade your
One day at the ramp like any other day we were ripping it up just skating away moped don and me getting burly at the channel pull an air do grinds over
For 17 years you hated me you never cared about me now that you're down and your life is through here's my chance to kick you You laugh when you see
I was just a thug on the street then I got a uniform it looks real neat drafted into the nazi police looking for a sadistic release I'll cruise the
Music & Lyrics by Brian Brannon Mister secret agent man Running around the globe He carries a knife and dagger He carries a gun and sword Don't ask
Frontside air - you beef backside air- you beef ollie pop - you beef can't get up - you bleed skateboard is all I do skateboard I'm better than you
Hey little big man you aren't so tall without your friends am I still a punker faggot when they're not around 'cause now the odds are ven and you know