Texty:
Kill The Young Proud Sponsors Of Boredom

We all tried to save the day But the sun went down and we never really had the chance We're all tired anyway And the sun went down and we never really

Judgment day or so they say Will you rise up now? Disenchanted eyes But what a good disguise You've dropped your crown Smile and bow Your knees won't

I should let go of the things I've created It's my fault I'm sorry sir, I should have waited Now I am anal and bored of creation This is the start of

See me standing there and you would never know that I'm not right Rotten on the inside on the outside just a plain old boy See me drinking, thinking

?Another celebrity stopping a war Will somebody out there tell me what's wrong? Oh yeah Another computer that walk, talks and fucks Another teenager that's proud

Spin the bottle loveTime's not on your side There's no albatross Fall down anyway We are the birds and the bees, we are the telephone trees So we'll

I don't know you You don't know me You're gonna smash my head in! Here come the soldiers They are the monsters They're only seen at night But in the