forgot the reason why we got into this
and why we're bickering (what's the reasoning?)
we're different but the same you call it a competition
I call it a blame game (but we're both to blame)

no matter what the problem is we just don't feel the same
we cannot even agree to d

When bands are talking shit about the other bands in town
And just to get ahead they drag each other down
When venues only cater to promoters with a national act
That don't care for the local bands there might be

No scene, no scene, no scene
No camaraderie, this might as we

All I ever wanted to do was just get into the music
and take my body to a show where I could abuse it
and I know that's reckless and hedonistic
but let's be realistic this will all be over soon
So let's use it to lose it, let's take back the music
We'll relive it and give it

I don't think that Ian
Would approve of what I'm seeing
The substance you abuse
I call another human being

You're not convincing me
To come to your conclusion
If alcohol's the problem
How is fighting the solution?

Hey bad apple tell me
Are you straight edg

Nobody's hungry, everyone is well to do
and we lack motivation
if the truth can set you free
then how can we keep dying for you?
in a distant land of different ways
our only connection is
a television in the living room
and the anchor is only putting you to bed
wi

So you come from the city
you got big city money to spend,
I don't want your big city money
in my town my friend,
you don't appreciate it
you want to appropriate it,
and make a profit turn

you heard it through the grapevine
or read it in a magazine,
you're l

An epitaph is propaganda for a memory
For people who aren't really worth remembering
Like people with wealth that save it for themselves
A casket is a container that's built to bust
Preventing the inevitable dust to dust
A shell in vain we save
So when I die don't put me

And I saw you staring at the jukebox
As you held his hand I heard
A song we used to play in bed
A song I used to play for you in bed

A disillusioned smile sadly crept
Across my face as I tried to
Tell myself I didn't care
I told myself I didn't care

But disapp

I can see into your soul
You're just a victim of mind control
You're too scared to think for yourself
You'd rather back down to someone else
You think is so much smarter
They know what's best for you
Now they've got you on lockdown

You're on lockdown!
Afraid to

As I walk the streets of Cairo
I empathize as I go
And I feel ashamed
Of the land from where I came

Where we think different people
Are the ones that harbor evil
But you gotta think harder
Cause we're all the same

Stop fearing people
Before you meet them

My friends call me up to get me to go out on Friday night
But I just felt dead inside, like I had to hide
From small talk and boozed-up disapproving socialites

So many times I've tried by my brain is fried
My friends all try to tell me it's good to be alive
But they don't u

At conception you say the zygote and the soul
are joined in holy union and that's all we need to know
millions with cancer, Parkinson's and hear disease
but protecting little stem cells puts your little mind at ease

it's just a blastocyst, 150cells
a blastocyst, that's what

The golden age is never coming back
Getting out was not part of the plan
You are just a victim of an older time
Falling behind in exponential times

Welcome to the rest of the world
We've been watching and waiting
Energy is money and we spent the last time
--- battle

Well I don't know what happens when we die,
but I just can't see no angels in the sky
I might lay there for a while, I hope I go with a smile,
but I just don't care what happens when we die,

And I say faith is a cult! faith is a cult!
the faithful say that I'm an insult

I was down in the sunset, hadn't eaten lunch yet
Up on my soapbox, in front of a coffee shop
Runnin' my mouth about the war in Iraq
When a G.I., right behind my back, said

Don't care who told you
Don't care what you're selling
But you don't know how bad it is
Oh no

¡Ché Guevara!
Boludo de la camiseta
Que no regresas a la revolución
Y ya no tengo fé

No tengo plata, ni mesa,
Donde puedo comer?
Trabajo en una fabrica,
No tengo mas de ocho o nueve años,
Soy la estadística ché!
Una nenita, India,
Donde está la justicia

Still fighting
Still dying
In the white hot sand
And we can’t let go
Of the old black gold

So comfortable [x2]
Can’t see
A star-spangled coffin on TV
So parents won’t care who’s got the remote control to airborne drones
Kinda makes me feel like bringing the

when I get home
I'm going to pick up that old guitar bass of mine
and take it for a walking down a bass line
I'll take my girl and show her
how to make up for lost time when I get home
and pick up that old guitar bass of mine

when I get back
we'll make up for the lo

Claustrophobia, hypuchondria, xenophobia rolled up into one
Just stay in your car I'll stay in mine and we won't bother anyone
Because I'm afraid of public transportation
Please don't get too close to me
Please don;t get too close to me
I got automobile infatuation
Everyo

Well I couldn't afford to pay my rent
So I moved back in with my parents again
I never asked to be put in this earth
But I'd like to be able to prove my own worth
And the tour was pretty good I guess
I don't know if you'd call It a total success
But at least It kept me fr