We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive
Backyard gigs,
Take the trail to the graveyard for the night
Tick tick
A neddle in the eyes, adrenaline
We're falling from the skies,
Revenge served hot leaves a bad taste
The jargon that you
We're gonna burn, burn down the country [chorus X4]
Destroy your
Didn't see the plan cause your walking in self-restraint.
Never ever
I guess I'm just another victim of the silicon age
Don't
Nothing else matters I've got nothing left to lose
I look
City streets melting under solar powered heat
All the kids and
Guns are blasting loud
My head is in the clouds
Its
Tell me that I've gone astray
A laceration on society
Mommy never
Make up your mind so quickly
Did you ever think it
fuck the pmrc
decisions to be made by almighty tipper gore
but
You wake up and you crack your mirror
Just broke your
Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face
Mother don't
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