Übersetzung: Martyr Ad. Die letzten Worte einen Sinn.
No time for your scenester shit no time for your popularity contest no time to watch you pose no time for your trendy clothes fuck the dance show, just
who to be? Honest anger wasnt cool enough for you now you've got fans and money but still not a clue anger with meaning and feelings that ring true last
Remember when we were kids on the losing team no chance of coming back the game was called on that ten run rule no more games this is life we're still
I wish I could skate and destroy everyting I see underlying beauty masked by concrete nothing left to hold me back wild on the streets and on the attack
Is it hot in here or is it just me it seems we forgot what this was supposed to be I know its hard to give a shit but this worlds got a problem so lets
George w bush is a fucking idiot not my leader never will be destroying the world with corporate greed inbred aristocracy you call this a democracy?
It seems like the only reason to go on is I dont believe in suicide but I cant just last 'til the next show which will snap first will it be my body
Nero played the fiddle while Rome went up in flames I hope I'm around long enough to do the same violence in the headlines, emo in the scene not sure
but all and all I remember driving up to your house and still thinking I'm still thinking why should I waste my time are these your last words any different
: Words and Music by Bernie Leadon Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son
'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any
these games people play word (ok fool) [Outro] Well you know hey, hey... man I hope... you know that's just some tight shit we wrote (how long till lunch) any
it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any
deal But a good feeling I can feel Even though it may not be real And if a person, place or thing can deliver I will quiver with delight But will it last
: It's amazing What words can do Give your eyes a sparkle Turn you inside out You washed in those words You sewed them in the lining of your heart They
we'll find you... Dead - Like a candle you burned out; spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words. Scream - To be heard, like you needed any
ll understand Emotions we can never share. You trampled on me as you passed Left the coldest kiss upon my brow All my doubts and fears have gone at last
