Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Nobody loves you when your skin is so pale
And your teeth are getting sharper
Than your black finger nails
Nobody needs you when your eyes turn white
And the light of day can keep you

I'll try
I'll try
I'll try
I'll try
I'll try

20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell
Where the weather's hotter I could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like I was born to be misunderstood
20 miles to Texas!! 25 to Hell!! 20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell
I was born for stealing I wasn't made to sell

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody say it's just like Rock 'n Roll

I move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee baby, I wanna be your man

Well, it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
And I'm your boy, your 20th century toy

Friends

I wanna be
The richest American
I wanna live
Out on the street

So many reasons
To just do nothing
To walk around
Like you're out on your feet

So here we are
Now running in circles
We shoulda listened
To H.G. Wells

We're living in
The age

You get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing
Well a swim with the sharks is like me

I'll find them for three and catch them and kill them for ten
When they smile just cut off your legs
You've got no time to think only to beg

Twenty no twenty five - three tons
The

Ah, go!
The sky is falling it's a curious condition
It ain't a fallacy, it ain't superstition
You live your life like you're some kind of actor
But this scenario you cannot manufacture

We're gonna need some action
We're gonna need some action soon
Trapped in a world

An apparition in your position has every right to expect some suspicion
and there's no gratitude in all this solitude but still you wonder how I got this attitude
your bloody hands and hollow eyes are just a part of your disguise
your phantom tricks, they'll burn out quick but not

No more gods, no more graves
Are you friend or fiend?
No more life, no more death
Somewhere in between

No more gods, no more graves
Are you friend or fiend?
No more life, no more death
Somewhere in between

Well, we're almost dead
Almost dead
Almost dea

No more gods, no more graves Are you friend or fiend? No more life, no more death Somewhere in between No more gods, no more graves Are you friend or fiend? No more life, no more death Somewh

Spinning complacently in the darkness
Covered and blinded by a blanket of little lives
False security has lulled the madness
Of this world into a slumber, wake up

An eye is upon you
Staring straight down and keenly through
Seeing all that you are
And everything you

Stand up, yeah
You've got to manage
And I won't sympathize
Anymore

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

You're alright, yeah
There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong

Let's right now assess the mess
Without finesse
Never forgetting all the rest

There's too much bad out there
Very nearly everywhere
And too damned few who really care

Assses the mess!!! Indeed, indeed!
Famine, bullshit, corporate greed
Elections stolen like a

The trip is on for a million miles, 93 to the sun
Take your place and you say goodbye,
Its automatic you're the one,

Its automatic, its automatic
Its automatic you're the one
Its automatic, its automatic
Your day alive has just begun

Whats in the air, who's in the

I don't remember your name
I don't remember how we met
We made it home on the train
But after that, I just forget

You said life is a lie
(You said life is a lie)
As you laid down on the bed
Then you started to cry
(Then you started to cry)
You sang Bela Lugo

Blast off, blast off to nowhere.... blast off.... this is time togo
blast off, blast off to nowhere... blast off... are you reallywhat you think so

Please just kill me now or get me off this rock
Cause I can't stand to hear your faces and I can't stand to hearyou talk
Prepared

Chorus:
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is out of control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, (get gone)

Now look who's coming, yeah, look who's back
Quick, drop the bombshell straight to the track
21st century

Make a mix or make 'em mad
What's the plan, understand
That the reason for the chase is your rent

Twelve flash time stands still
And I'm hard to kill
Swallowin' up the truth is the better respell

Nothing, no, nothing earned
They're tricks of the trade
So you k

One day you'll be savage
One day you'll get next
One day you'll untie the lies inside
And get some respect
One day you'll be captain
All hands on the deck
But now the crowd is loud and
Wanting to grab you by the neck

The future's unwritten
Good thing we can'

Life is never what you want When all your ghosts have gone to haunt An theres an echo here tonight your not alone and its alright but hold on I want to kill you I want to kill you I want to kil