I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Want you to slap me around Want you
I got under the grip between this modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail, it was already ripped to shreds Seasons in ruin and this bitter
Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city I'm wide awake
Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace For I am the Caesar I'm gonna seize the day Well, call of the banshee hey hey Hey hey hey
I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging On my hands and knees So take me to emergency 'Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the
Well I crossed the river Fell into the sea Where the non-believers Go beyond belief Then I scratched the surface In the mouth of hell Running out of
Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs and eternity The era of static and contraband Leading us into the Promised Land Tell us a story
of affection But to find that it's not different at all Well I throw away my past mistakes And contemplate my future That's when I say... What a day!
My friend drove off the other day And now he's gone and all they say Is you gotta live 'cause life goes on But now I see I'm mortal too I can't live
I don't wanna go back home I don't wanna kiss goodnight Let us paralyze this moment till it dies To the end of the earth Under the valley of the stars
My mental stability reaches its bitter end And all my senses are coming unglued Is there any cure for this disease, someone called love? Not as long as
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand She is paranoid like endangered
Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by My friends are gone I've got nothing to do So I sit here patiently watching the clock tick so
I sit alone in my bedroom Staring at the walls I've been up all darn night long My pulse is speeding, my love is yearning I hold my breath and close
Well, people try to put us down. Talkin' bout my generation. Just because we get around. Talkin' bout my generation. The things they do look awful
Can you hear the sound of the static noise Blasting out in stereo? Cater to the class and the paranoid Music to my nervous system Advertising love and
Juliet's trying to, to find out what she wants But she don't know, experience has got her down Well look this direction, I know it's not perfection it
Why should my fun have to end? For me it's only the beginning I see my friends begin to age A short countdown to their end Well, call me irresponsible