Holden Caulfield Wouldn't Like You
Strike Out
One Sloppy Day
Laissez-Faire
Hollywood
3 a.m.
Insomniac
The Solution
Dream Deferred
Poor Brian
Follow Me Down
2 More Seconds
Let's Blame It On TV
Asking You
If You Were A Guy, I'd Be Gay
The Birthday Revenge
Amos & Andy
Holden Caulfield Wouldn't Like You
let me tell you 'bout someone
they're not real smart and they're not real fun
a "punk rock princess"
she makes me sick
stupid words and phony rhymes
life's a little hard sometimes
stereotypes
she makes them true
my song
is a simple way of telling you that
something's wrong and it's not too late
to get going as the world flies by
i hope you die
you're just a girl
and you're more than i can handle
smelly socks and dirty shoes
these are the things i'll give to you
there's not much lower
...well maybe you
when i'm around her it's such a chore
when she puts on makeup she looks like a whore
and acts like it too when she sees those sophomore guys
me alone i'd rather be
than sit at your house and watch t.v.
i hope you catch an std
so pretentious all alone
i'd hang myself if you had a clone
cuz one of you is just too much for me
Strike Out
the snow is falling i can hear it calling
there's that feeling in the air
of wasting value stuck in solitude
it's not my place to care
i wonder why it is i don't have many friends
i'm really not that sad
it's just one of those days i'm not afraid to say
i really don't feel bad about
the place that i was running to
finding waste of all i knew
thinking bout the way it used to be
apathy is in the air
it's in your eyes it's everywhere
hanging like the burnt leaves off a tree
i've struck out
there's no place left to go to wander all alone inside itself
i see my face but i'm not bummed out yet
there's no time for the sad regrets
there's not much of this life ahead of me
waiting in the midnight forest the stars are clouded overhead
shadowing reflections i should see
i've gotta break this habit of drinking from a broken cup
and dwelling on the patterns of the sea
Hollywood
i'm old enough to prove
that they can't tell me what to do
so, i'm running away from home
i'm finally gonna be on my own
i don't know where i'll be sleeping tomorrow
i'm off to hollywood to be a star
i'm gonna be a star
i don't care who you are
i'm gonna walk all over you
i'm gonna fuck my way to the top
i don't know where i'll be sleeping tonight
i'm off to hollywood to be a star
maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all
3 a.m.
I'm watching you through the window of my second story floor
and hiding in closets far away from that door
and all along i thought about how much i wanted to come to
all i spoke to said you shared the same feelings i had for you
i never quite beleive the things i had heard from others
yet i always had a doubt
i run, you see, follow the street, just to be at your house at 3am
you know i'll be running through sleep just to be at your house at 3am
i don't want to answer the constant ring, i'm anything but still
to open to your face in bright red shame, i'm anything but willing
Insomniac
don't pull me out of my own little world i've dreamed up thus far
don't pull the plug just let me conjure up an idea or two
it's so relevant you'll never forget
i want you to leave me alone, i want you to fall back down
get off your high horse and stop playing god
stop feeding the fire double o retard
stop bitching and whining and turning your back
turn the other cheek and you're bound to get slapped
so let me go back to sleep and slumber in the night
into the dream i never wanna leave
if you wake me up, i'll tape your mouth shut and cry out
so don't you think, don't you dare disturb my sleep
Dream Deferred
accelerate to satisfaction
i want instant gratification
do you ever wonder why you try so hard?
to try and reach the goal of taking even more
do you ever shudder? your thoughts are in the blender
it's something different when you're trying to reach shore
well i wish i could make it and dimiss monotony
i wish i could live through this dream deferred
but no you've gotta make me wait
soliloquy for one more day
staring at the minute hand
Poor Brian
there was a kid named brian, a punk in a small town
who thought in a few days he'd be lying on the ground?
he started the scene down south, he was the punkest guy around
but a few jocks didn't like him, so they chose to run him down
the originals are lacking and the innovators few
whenever someone comes up with a new idea or two
they're dismissed by the mainstream, or locked behind steel bars
some of them like brian, are run over by cars
girl in the backseat, she saw it all take place
tears running down her cheeks, blood oozing down his face
Follow Me Down
i had a dream the other day and if that dream was a prophecy
i gotta lot of work to do i gotta lot of shit to prove somehow i gotta break through to the ones without a clue
the ignorant ones are breeding when i wish they were bleeding, i need a helping hand
we all bleed red when we're kicked and left for dead in consequence of posessing the qualities you reject
so, put the steak back in the fridge, there's no more hate i'll put up with
open up and appreciate variety
and now i've learned what i couldn't see before
all this fighting's for nothing, the closed stay closed for good
if we were fighting yesterday
and we're still fighting today
i don't see how we'll ever break the wall apart, but i'll stand strong, regardless
here comes another one, a "go" to make a mark, i hope you join the right team
and fight for the right dream, it all seems so transparent to me
but i had to sing this song
so follow me down
Let's Blame It On TV
i've been locked in a cell for too many years to tell
through the bars i see the world fly by
no one gives, no one cares, there's no guard holding the key
to the spin of a thousand miles
it's been too long since i last saw a face i had to tell to fuck off
i do enjoy watching blind people fight and swing their arms so aimlessly
i got out all for me, a document said i was free
now i can with havoc wreak
i'm fucked up, liberty calls my name in two or three
days after my welfare check arrives
i like to scream in deaf people's ears cuz they don't hear a thing
i like like to push people down the stairs and laugh so helplessly
i'm almost gone, you have sworn that you'd pay my family
the life i never did provide
like their dad, they'll go bad, and we'll blame it on tv
when the cash keeps rolling in
i thought you'd learned your life was all but burned yet you opted for insanity
played tricks on the nurse, stole money from her purse
now in your last minutes your life flashes by and we'll blame it on tv and liberty
Asking You
i don't want it more, get off my back
i just want to tell you how it feels but i guess it's not what you wanna hear
i guess it's too good to be true
one month hibernation, why expect that i won't sleep again?
i'm asking you for you, i'm asking you for truth, i'm asking you everything thing i want
i'm asking you for me, i'm asking you to see, i'm asking you for everything i need
well i guess i'm oversexed, i had a dream and it was wrong
it wasn't good it wasn't bad, i guess it was just much too long
no matter what i say or do, i can't seem to change my habit of giving you myself in a way that you don't want me
If You Were A Guy, I'd Be Gay
i knew it the first time i saw you
now i'm more than happy with my proof
you looked so cool in your cut-off corduroy skirt and your faded t-shirt
girl i'm bonkers over you
in the night time i can't sleep, cuz i'm thinking of you
when i'm in class i can't pay attention
when i think of you, i can't breathe, cuz you take my breath away
i don't care how it sounds i gotta speak today
and i'm not trying to say that i swing that way, but
if you were a guy, i'd be gay
you are so beautiful, so sweet and wonderful
i cannot tell you what you mean to me
it makes me frown when you're not around
it keeps me down
and i would gladly sit at home and watch the TV all night if that
makes you happy
and i'd miss 100 jetlag shows, to let you know i love you so
The Birthday Revenge
you pushed me off the slide and you made me spill my juice
what was i supposed to do?
i cried a while about it, then i went to tell my mom
now there's no invitation for you
you can't come to my birthday, you big fat stupid head
you tripped me in front of the girl i like, i wish you were dead
there's no fun and games for you, you smell like poo-poo
we'll pin the tail on your mom and beat you with a stick
i hope we find prizes inside
you pushed me off the slide and i fell in the mud
what was i supposed to do?
i got pissed off about it, then i went to tell my mom
no there's no cake and ice cream for you
break it down birthday style!
just because you're not coming, don't think you're getting off
i still want my fucking present, no exuses
if it's not a ninja turtle, my dad'll kick your ass
he'll tear you a new shithole
to turn my frown upside down
you punched me in the mouth and you broke my nose
this has finally gone too far
don't wanna shout about it, but here i go
no invitation for you
no fun and games for you
no cake and ice cream for you
no goody bag for you
you can't come to my birthday
dork
The Solution (Animals Too)
little timmy found his father's gun, now the whole world's gone to hell
where do we go from here, it's all jibberish, giggles i can't contain
it's insane the way we duke it out and forget what it's all about
that's where i begin to shout
what is it worth? what are we fighting for? what does it matter?
it doesn't matter anymore
look up to the sky and fire your gun in the air (watch for birds)
fire off all your rounds and let them fall to the ground
looking back in time, it's always been this way, always gonna be this way
so, why should we waste our time looking for a solution, but how can you turn your head
when youthful lives are being thrown away every single day, as our hearts turn gray
and it's still no surprise that the countless quantity is gone again today
kick the dirt in the air we'll bury them there, leave them there
their memories are motivation to leave it all behind
looking back in time, it's always been this way, so we've gotta change our ways
and band together to find a solution for everything and everyone
we'll start a new beginning, this is now!
Amos & Andy
andy was a cat, a true grey black, you couldn't cross his path
without feeling out of luck in tim
andy would face off a car and lose the battle, lose the war
but come back with broken legs
losing in, losing out, he'll return without a doubt
never looking back, never away
andy's death would sure become something of a great surprise
whoever thought a stupid cat would meet it's untimely demise
creeping up like superstition
asleep in a playhouse, sometimes i think about
amos was a cat, a blacker hat, you couldn't walk his path
without throrning yourself out through time
amos found a closet worthy of his sudden deathbed
but he'd hold on for two more days
amos's death would sure become something of a great surprise
asleep in a closet, sometimes i think about