LYRICS

Crackhead
It starts with weed but eventually it moves onto something worse at first it feels so good
They said it changed his life but he never saw it coming till he was addicted
There was nothing I could do
I promise that he'd lie to his brother and he'd lie to his sister and he'd lie to you my friend
I swear that he'd steal from his mother, and he'd steal from his father, and he'd steal from you again because he's a Crackhead...
It starts on the weekend but soon it's every day
And he doesn't want to do anything but get high
He hasn't got a place to sleep or enough to eat
But he's not sure if he wants to stop
I promise that he'd lie to his brother and he'd lie to his sister and he'd lie to you my friend
I swear that he'd steal from his mother and he'd steal from his father and he'd steal from you again because he's a Crackhead
A couple of years go by and he hasn't changed his life
as it's slowly going down the drain
He can't figure out why things can't get better but he just gets high again.

E tu brute
Tu che E tu brute
I can't believe that you turned your back on me
Another time I guess i'll give up tryin'
I'm sick of all the lies you told to me
And now you say that you're my friend
And I'll back you up again maybe just for one
Now you say that you're still down
But I don't want you around me any fucking more
Things never go the way you plan them to
Series of twist and turns that you can't understand
All my friends think I'm insane
I won't join you on your stupid ass dumb fuck campaign
A slave to things you used to say
It's funny how perspectives change
Some say you're crazy but I think that maybe
You're just different from the way you used to be.

Cynical
Some people say that life is strange
Me I just take it day by day
I Close my eyez and bolt out that door
So what the fuck are you waiting for?
I can't get a job guess I'm unemployable
I want lots of things but I can't afford them all
Why does everything I do gotta have a reason
When will my style come back in season?
Some people call me cynical
Big fat lips is what they're gonna get
I believe in miracles
But there's no way I'll ever win!

Planet Kona
As I walk down the street
On the south side of Kona with my friend Edan
He tells me about those times he's had
Most were good, but some were bad
The first thing I notice is that the girls are hot
The weed is cheap but the beer is not
Don't even need an I.D. to have fun
Cause in Kona they sell beer to anyone
Planet Kona Planet Kona Panet Kona Planet Kona
In Kona they party every night
The same hundred people but that's alright
The girls are all there and they seem a bit young
But they're there and they're drinking and they want to have fun
There's not a lot to do
After a couple of days you'll want to leave too
There's a place I want to go
It's better than anywhere else in the world
Planet Kona!

Puppet
Mom and dad tried to mold me
Don't they understand four walls can't hold me
I always tried to paint their picture
Not even Superman could fit that fixture
I'm sorry that I'm not the person that you are
Maybe if you looked deeper you'll see something that you want
See my friends say you don't like them
Tell me who are you to stand and judge them
I write these songs to make you proud
You complain and say that they're way too loud
I live my life just how I want to
I'm never gonna be a puppet of you
I live my life don't try to fit in
This is the losing battle I can't win


Broken
Just can't break from this state that I'm stuck in
Not positive pretty sure that I won't win
It's hard to relate to people that I hate
That I see everyday as I work my life away
Cuz I've been here before I'm quite sure I don't like it
My face might say one thing I'll lie try to hide it
But these kill me pills just give me chills
And a headache the next day that doesn't go away
The fifth of Jack gets less and less
The more I drink the more depressed
I get and I forget that this bullshit's not even worth it
I take one more hit from my bong and it keeps me high all nite
But then the morning comes and I'm sober again and then I get depressed again
Broken and alone on this park bench I sit
The clearer things become then the more pist I get
Excuses always change, politics stay the same
And no body wants to help you unless they stand to gain
What's insane is the process of Natural Selection
It has nothing to do with conscience or conviction
The good guys never win, success is based on sin
And everything I ever learned was wrong
Imagine a world where the green grass still grows
And the harder you work then the further you go
And nobody stands in line or worries about time
In this carefully constructed crystal ball world of mine