Dead man coming I'm a motherfucking freight train Hellraiser, runaway Body snatching, bangarang
Fuck the world But all the while the world was fucking me Thought I was walking tall But I was only walking sideways
Time would turn sour What once was sweet Hour after hour All my virtues abandoned me
All the sex Drugs Rock and roll Broke my spirit and it stole my soul I was a hell bound hellhound caught in a trap You see the devil stole my rock n roll And now I gotta take it back
Sex! Drugs! Rock n roll! Broke my spirit! Stole my soul! I was a hell bound hellhound caught in a trap You see the devil stole my rock 'n roll and punk rock took it back
I hate these people fuck em all Just let the fucking hammer fall Every cog in the machine All facets of anatomy And every link to which would cling Some stupid bitch who would proclaim Our lawlessness is not our shame but the anthem of our day
See man is but a cultured strain of insincerity and pain Shackled to an anchored chain in the ocean of our shit and shame With every reason to abstain from understanding we're to blame This self-indulgent masquerade will one day fade away
If complacency was crowned our king in the place of burning zeal Why is it then the flame within our hearts refused to yield? And could it be collectively the we we were before still Lives within the flame that's dimmed on account of something more
And if that something were to call would we still recognize at all The voice inside or would our pride distort the author's story? Abandon hope who enter here No eyes to see, nor ears to hear A chasing after all the winds of Fortune, fame and glory
Why do I give a shit where people stand? I know I should just let it go but I Can't Stomach these pretenders Ear benders Bending the truth till it suits you better You want it all? Just remember, bitch will give you anything If it's your soul you sell her
All work, no play Makes Jack want to blow it all away All work no fun Till Jack makes Jill eat a bullet from a gun
Seldom will sorry dissemble the soul Can a questioning self continue to grow? Spirit is to man as marrow is to bone To hollow the one is to cripple to whole
A time to love A time to hate A time to build A time to break A time to weep A time to laugh A time to mourn A time to dance A time for war A time for peace A time for silence A time to speak A time to hurt A time to heal A time to save A time to kill
Now pick yourself off of the floor and fulfill what I built you for Dammit you're malfunctioning you weren't created to destroy I called you out from all the world to lead the son of man Now take my hand and make your stand against the evil one And burn the motherfucker down
Devil-woman in the black jacket do you remember me? When we were prisoners in empathy and I caught You dancing in a whirlwind of rhythm and energy Shaking your ass to the melody left inside your heart Pushing me forward, pulling me back And we were begging for a second start We were too young having fun we couldn't count the cost
You don't want to make an enemy out of me 'Cause I'm a mean motherfucker when I want to be You don't want to make an enemy out of me We were young having fun we couldn't count the cost
Oh, baby, but it cost us everything we had
I've got no time for another lover baby Lady misery has really got a hold on me I've got no time for another lover baby And three's company so baby pack your shit and leave
How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time? How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme? Can we truly be content to be between the lines? Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?
How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time? How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme? Can we truly be content to be between the lines? Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?