I've heard this all before, don't waste my time Don't break my balls, get out my door You won't see me caving in, it's time I stand And show you what'
Put your head on my shoulder, baby Things can't get any worse Night is getting colder Sometimes life feels like it's a curse I can't carry these sins
I sucked the moon, I spoke too soon And how much did it cost? I was dropped from moonbeams And sailed on shooting stars Maybe you'll be president But
I can't breathe and I can't see in front of me And I am feeling lost at see without you And I don't know which way is left and which is right But I will
Here we go again, round and round again Gettin? nowhere fast It?s the same old thing One more final scene never meant to last Who?ll be the first one
This is the point of no return 'Cause this is where we crash and burn And now every time I face this pain I can hear it coming back again It's the sound
We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim (Whoaaaa) I swim (Whoaaa)
I'm too young to have problems I'm too old to play games I'm too wise to be standing standing in the pouring rain I'm too smart to be hungry I'm too
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver
Shut up you bastards!
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
When the going gets tough And the stomachg acids flow The cold wind of conformity Is nipping at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you