You've Changed lyrics
I already heard your side of the story now hear mine, Ima tell you why cause you changed when you got doe?nananana? no you listen I remember like yesterday the very day I met you, My bag of tricks is down to just to a bag. A home for the filthy, the filthy rich's rags. Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags. No substitute nor substance, life on the smelter's slag. I'm the scapegrace who scissors through by busline. See no sympathy for obstacle, the stepped on and deprived. Plug my ears, cover my eyes, but my fingers leak the cries of civilian, bombardier-evil ones, eit

Genius lyrics
if dysfunction is our function (and if we learn by our mistakes) then I must be some kind of genius, 'cause with me it's a religion 50,000 strong.

her side. An idle domicile of steel, bombed to a tin. No privacy, no profit, no prophecy to win. To show what she's got inside, to show she's wearing thin. To offend fuckall, if she has fuckall to defend.
No grooves in gun sights. Run through the dog bites. Jesus and Mary might.
Her bag of tricks is down just to a bag. A home for the filthy, the filthy rich's rags. Fortitude for many, a h

A New Day lyrics
in the bright morning my courage falls weak. no excuse for my actions, no where to run. consequence comes like raining fire, burning every part of me...showing no merc

umping hole for hags. No substitute nor substance, life on the smelter's slag. When baby cries she's mother's little parasite. She bites off more than she can chew to secure her appetite. Mother's got a pocket full of unheard lullabies. There is no groove in her bomb site. My friends were denied fuel by decree. Gassed up goons on the fumes, void all civility. Each shouting, "It will take a burden t

Let's Get Back To You And Me lyrics
I'm always on the road You're always all alone And I'm not always there when I'm at home But I'm ready for a little change I'm ready to accept some blame So let's back

o break me, even on my bum knee. And if you can handle a little sting, it wouldn't hurt to believe me." A creed, this dying breed, huddled close in the corners. The framing of the fraud, the immortal mourner. Made to shirk the shit of battle, hearts of boron. A selfish, sinking ship with life rafts for the morons.
No grooves in gun sights. Bullets pierce the sunrise. Cover your son's eyes.