LYRICS

OPTIMISM
Optimism gets me through the day
Keeps me from feeling this way
When things are looking low
Atleast this is what I know

The glass isn't half empty
I through it out the door
Things can't get much worse
Blame it on hardcore

The kids are troubled yet
They wont cry for long
Maybe mommy lost her job
She'll stay home where she belongs

Oppourtunity is knocking loud
It's bringing down the wall
The fall of this society
We watch the children crawl

LET DOWN
Fucking bitch you fucking slut you never write you never call fooled around and pushed around but most of all you never fuck

Don't say a word
Don't say another fucking thing
Don't say a word
Don't say another fucking thing

I carried your books you carried my heart and all these things you toar apart walk around and tool around why wont you fucking die!!
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LOOK AT US NOW
To all my friends in highschool
Where are all of you now?
The times we had were so cool
But who's the loser now?

The preps that always got the chicks
Got married to their highschool licks
They keep on pop radio
What a horrible way to go

The jocks that used to beat my ass
Now has a job selling his ass
You can find him on the freeway
Doing things his own way

The nerds that were picked on all the time
Make a living selling on-line
Nude pictures of the head cheerleader
And fucking a supermodel

As for us punks things aren't so low
It's the way of life it's how we grow
Although our group was rather small
We're more fucked up than them all

To all my friends in highschool
Where are all of you now?
The times we had were so cool
But who's the loser now?
Loser! I'm not a fucking loser
Loser! I'm not a fucking loser now

TEENAGE DEPRESSION for Brandon Rivera
Tell you man there's something wrong with me
I'm not the punk rock chum I used to be
Sit alone feeling sorry for myself
Sit in my room listening to Social D

Teenage depression
For a perfect lesson
Thanks for your discression
My new obsession

Ain't got a girl but I'm loaded with mates
I'd be fine if I'd never procrastinate
All these reasons yet I still can't find out why
Lock me up I'm too insubordinate

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With lights low it's harder to see
Yet easier to find what's killing me
Alone I feel safer from myself
Never thought it would come to this eternity

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EL FINA DE SEMANA
Friday night doing alright drinking beer and starting fights,
Not what I said only what was told,
So never listen to me
You'll do what you're told, do what you told to me

Saturday comes started up again drinking beer there is no end,
Not what I said only what was told,
So never listen to me
You'll do what you're told, do what you told to me

Sunday comes missing O/A listed up you're D.O.A.
(that's) Not what I said just a fucking cop,
So never listen to me
You'll do what you're told, do what you told to me

Monday comes started back at work boss is treating me like a jerk,
FUCK YOU BITCH I don't wanna hear it,
So never listen to me
You'll do what you're told, do what you told to me

You'll do what you're told, do what you told to me

STAND TOGETHER
YOU CAN'T JUDGE SOMEONE BY THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN
INSIDE WE'RE ALL THE SAME BUT EVIL LIES WITHIN
RACE YOU HAVE BEEN TAUGHT TO DIVIDE INTO CLASS
LEARNING TO BE BLIND WILL SAVE THE HUDDLED MASS

STAND TOGETHER
FIGHT ONE CAUSE
STAND TOGETHER
MUTE THE CRIES

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