Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh And all the girlies say, "I'm pretty fly for a white
Feelings Nothing more than feelings Trying to forget my Feelings of hate Imagine Beating on your face Trying to forget my Feelings of hate Feelings
Falling, I'm falling Falling, I'm falling Have you ever walked through a room But it was more like the room passed around you? Like there was a leash
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings
When we were young the future was so bright (Whao) The old neighborhood was so alive (Whao) And every kid on the whole damn street (Whao) Was gonna make
When the siren's flash is gone And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could
We've been playing now for much too long And never gonna dance to a different song I'm gonna scream and shout till my dying breath I'm gonna smash it
One, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four Goodbye
Lay awake, I don't give a shit If I even ever wake up in the morning Down below, there's a pile of sin Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning Burned
You may push me around but you cannot win You may throw me down but I?ll rise again The more you say, the more I defy you So get out of my face You cannot
If you could only read my mind You would know that things between us, ain't right I know your arms are open wide Sure you're a little on the straight
Bloodstains Now they can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I don't see eye to eye Well, I know they
Hope unknown Sometimes just waking is surreal I walk right through the nameless ones I know that hope's unknown Sometimes the water feels so real As
You gotta keep 'em separated Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom Getting weapons with
Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace I don't remember where Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home I grab my keys and a beer The
Mommy doesn't have her head anymore Keep it underneath my bed on the floor That's alright though That's ok She never really used her head anyway Daddy
Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Well, I'd like to tell you All about my dream, it's a place Where strip malls abound And diversion's
She wakes up, rage and grace Pulling me closer, pushing away And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine Twisting and turning, we're all intertwined Broken
