Lyrics:
my old heart fears?
Missed time, chances, lost years
That means I'm taking aim at a young man's game tonight
One more chance to leave a mark
and a mean mistreater
Six-eyed delilah, brazen and bold
Now it's stand and deliver, and fire in the hole
Forty-one thunderer turn loose o' my soul
I
limp handshakes, zit cream ordered by mail. No-boobed girls, man-boobed boys. His mom picks his clothes and SHE smells like pee. These are the mean
face
No one to have
No hand to hold
I suppress my position
As a means to silence the truth
Tormented by my every undying devotion to you
I
before the flock
They seek salvation in the depths of madmen's eyes
Knee deep in blood and gore they look toward the skies
They sought the means by
to meet and to define and to but you must know
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards
Have found a higher pitch and broader scale
the wall I fell
Well maybe next year
I'll fall, I don't care
Cause for alarm
You know I mean it so (x3)
So
Truly (x7)
Aha..
(repeat 3 times)
truly (x7)
tradition,
the prospects for democracy are indeed dim.
Does it seem strange to you?
The confetti. The balloons.
The mile-wide grins and the victory dance
Why do you still refuse to see,
This vast global conspiracy,
That's infiltrating lives and homes?
(A race replaced by servile drones).
Chips
"hey stupid, that's a cigarette machine"
I turned to the waitress, who was standing by the bar,
"If that ain't a jukebox honey you can smoke my cigar."
subsiding with the lighting
"Turned the lights on" someone shouted
Found himself alone and smiling
Shattered by his own deception
He looked round for helpful
early on too young for such a task
Took the bull by the horn sometimes that bull was mean
And only at it stoking on that runaway train
Chorus
Married
and mean
Blink your eyes, I'll pick your pockets clean
Because I'm not afraid of death, looked him in the eye
Done unreal things you wouldn't realize
I keep breaking all the promises
That I keep making to myself
You'd think by now that I'd be over this
Instead I'm feeling sorry for myself
So
Did we leave it for tomorrow
Find new rooms behind closed doors
Shouldn't go there so soon
Said goodbye to fading summer
And by that last walk
Me and depression were running a race
I fell to the ground and it stepped on my face
Some of life's turns they're so extreme
That it makes you
pre-assigned roles
Resist with each stitch
Split the seams and start all over again
Cut the pattern that fits
Ready-made rarely means ready to fit
like a dagger through the heart
What does it mean?
Another head for the guillotine
Death delivered by death machine
The blade must have been cold
I heard you were back in the country
Looking for me
That your heart was broken
And your head was clean
Down here on the carpet
Of stale smoke
Why you so upset?
I save more pussy than a vet
Why you pissing off the plug
Better come correct, uh
I be stacking up some funds,
Put it on my neck, yuh
fashionably
Took her for a ride now she down with me
Took her for a ride but I got the keys (okay)
I think you know what I mean (I do!)
But I don’t wan’ say
you can protest in the streets
Some people can wonder their whole life
If they made a difference by being alive
For them it's a problem, for us it's
So what's it all about, my whole life tryna figure out
So what's it all about
Success means you was paid in money
Whether you made a difference this
buttons
A jet pilot couldn't keep straight
Do you remember leaving nickels on the railroad tracks
Before they tore the trestle down, confounded by
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