All the girls in the bathroom talkin Who they gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins My ears are burnin but I kept on walkin Smile on my face and an air guitar
Feelings, inside my head I don't know, but I'm thinking about you Understand that it's so hard to tell you 'Cause you already know You already know When
So this is how the story goes. I want everybody to know. We love Skittles and Combos. So bring some to our next show. From our head down to our toes.
It's the principle, it's the issue That your principal would dismiss you Because you don't fit into that all American Box That coffin created for creative
I think we're goin' somewhere We're on to something good here Out of mind, out of state Tryin' to keep my head on straight I think we're goin' somewhere
Here's the kick off Hope your not sick of Relient K Or all the songs we play 'Cause then you'll want to throw our CD away
Jesus, I pray take all my mistakes Throw them away, destroy them for my sake Jesus, I call out 'cause I'm sorry Because I fall so short of Your glory
Oh uh hey, good morning Tiffany Uh, hey you know what? I just wanted to thank you for this amazing breakfast Uh, the scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast
Should I start this song off with a question? Or should I say what's on my mind? Add a cello here to add a sad impression 'Cause I'm not looking forward
I was just about to quote Mark Twain When I realized that it's all in vain A twist of fate, a twisted look of pain To defeat the wheat, go against the
Christians, we're all afraid of fire, we prefer to suck on pacifiers Baby pacifists, we're throwing fits We don't shake hands, we shake our fists We're
What have you been doing lately? Your life could use improving greatly I just wanted to know what's going on But everything that goes is going wrong
People make mistakes Finally everything breaks And it always is the same Gotta find someone to blame 'Cause these errors that we make 'Cause we're all
Bored in a stable with nothing to do We make a game out of throwing our shoes Lead me to water but not to the track Show me a saddle and I'll say, "Hey
Oh, what a lousy excuse for a car One mile to go, but I can't push it that far I think I've had enough, I think I'm, I'm givin' up Saved all my money
Am I at the point of no improvement? What of the death, I still dwell in? I try to excel but I feel no movement Can I be free of this unreleasable sin
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: I think we're going somewhere. We're on to something good here. Out of mind, out of state. Trying to keep my head on straight. I think we're going