Do it again
She said to me
So I nailed my hand to the baseboard floor
Laughing at me
She begged the question and I begged for more
Now I water
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan
And for his next monthly installment,
He's gonna go out with a bang!
Boy who always did what he was told,
Twisted tongues will place you in their category
Face to face you'll hear them tell a different story
Loose lips may sink ships, but honesty's forever
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class
Resurrected from the past
You spurn my natural emotions.
you make me feel like dirt, and it hurts.
And if I start a commotion,
I run the risk of losing you and that's worse.
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address
Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you
Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxes
Never understood how she could,
Mean so little to so many
Why does she mean everything to me?
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
A slap in the face,
And I can't erase,
These things that you say,
Don't make it all okay, it's not okay
Time... rolling along with the waves,
A thousand miles away
Holding you close in the rain,
Seems just like yesterday
Like a target drawn across my chest
She's a bullet in Russian Roulette
You said you'd never turn your back on me
(Rescue me, rescue me)
And when the clock strikes 12, tell me where you gonna be?
Cleaning up the mess we've made or watching your TV?
And if you have to ask, then you don't have a clue,
Another F again I fret,
Another cocky hypocrite,
Another dirty LOOK from a passerby.
Kiddy porn and lunatics,
All the things that make me sick,
Urban Hipster, the new gangster... frontin' by the club
New wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns
Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel
March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!