: Mr. Briggs is on holiday But he stays in his room He's too cold to go out for evening smoke The lady down the hallway Is deaf and dumb to what you
Mr briggs is on holiday But he stays in his room He's too cold to go out for his evening smoke The lady down the hallway Is deaf and dumb to what you
i remember it as if it was just the other day born to booze, born to lose we looked the other way we were just stupid kids that got caught up in the
Can peace keep this from happening? Waging fear we can?t forget A disease, his words are spreading it There is no need to argue Now just do what he says
We'll come home when the battle's over We'll come home with clothes all drenched in blood This is the life we chose This is how the story goes For those
This is a story of a bored teenager Stuck inside a category line He had to abide by all the time Then one day this bored teenager Got tired of always
What was that sound? I can't remember what just happened Lyin' in this pool of blood Is this real or am I dreamin'? They called an ambulance And someone
Look inside my head Tell me what you see The truth is you see nothing 'Cause you don't know me Intelligent facade I know you're just a fraud You hunt
Once again I'm armed to the teeth With matches and gasoline Within this dying industry they've made As forgiving as a razor blade I mean seriously, you
I think I've gone insane What I tried to say Doesn't matter now You didn't listen anyway Say it to my face Show me what you got You never show me who
I don't feel like singing I think I have given up I can see right through you I can see right through to who you are I don't feel like lying I dont
Pacing back and forth The only comfort is the sound Of the clanking of the shackles As each footstep hits the ground Made it through each lonely day
Can you hear the silence now? The sound of oblivion Mournful misfortune of the heroes That we now have lost Recognition of their past glories Esteem that
No one's there but I'm not alone My skin's no longer my own I'm a parasite host, merely a ghost Of who I used to be There's a killer running free They
So farewell to the King, farewell to the throne These are the strangest times I've ever known He claims his resignation as power of choice I can hear
[Chorus:] This is L.A. Our city our home. Los Angeles, We never walk alone. Forever true we'll stay In tribute to our city, No matter where we go This
But of course I'll say nothing of the sort Don't let me have control of my art Honesty and an empty bank account Are my gun and hand full of rounds But
Crept up to the edge of exhaustion A platoon of memories rush in Does salvation come to everyone When you separate the body from the mind? Temptation
