| Another Weekend | ||
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Another weekend just passed me by again |
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| It moves too fast for me | ||
| I'm getting worried that things might eventually change | ||
| I'm living for it now | ||
| Sometimes it feels I just can't get away | ||
| I need my space to breathe | ||
| But everything has got to stay the same | ||
| Is it what I need right now? | ||
| You know, You know | ||
| You know there's nothing wrong with me | ||
| You know, you know | ||
| Do you know, You're something special to me? | ||
| Do you know I guess you don't | ||
| Another weekend just passed me by again | ||
| It moves too fast for me | ||
| But everything has got to stay the same | ||
| Is it what I need right now? | ||
| Oh how you lack a personality | ||
| Everything's changing, all around me | ||
| I've got my plans, but, nothing is concrete | ||
| Don't ever listen, to what I'm told | ||
| I'm going out my way to, prove you all wrong | ||
| Prove you all, Wrong | ||
| I'm going out my way to Prove you wrong | ||
| I think you should think before you think | ||
| Not so you just fit in, yeah | ||
| Not so you're just the kid that won't fit in | ||
| A million miles away, from a personality | ||
| You've got your boundaries, but, nothing can stop me | ||
| Flat on your face, for too long | ||
| You're going out your way to prove them all wrong | ||
| Prove them all, Wrong | ||
| You're going out your way to prove them wrong | ||
| "You're just the kid that won't fit in" | ||
| Common Sense Girl | ||
| What she has is common sense | ||
| That's why she's sitting on the fence | ||
| She doesn't care what anyone thinks | ||
| About her | ||
| She remembers all the things we did | ||
| And every word I ever said | ||
| She probably knows what's in my head | ||
| I hope so! | ||
| How can I, how can I feel this way today | ||
| When I never, listened to a single word you say | ||
| Well it was nothing I never meant | ||
| If it was something I said, yeah, yeah | ||
| Can't get you out of my head | ||
| You're just the girl that makes common sense, yeah yeah | ||
| Common Sense Girl - (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) | ||
| Makes perfect sense now | ||
| Annoying things, annoying things don't seem to get to you | ||
| Except that time, except that time I stole your devil horns from you | ||
| Maybe we should be closer | ||
| I'm your bread you're my toaster | ||
| Here We Go Again | ||
| He we go again | ||
| Down that road again | ||
| Never knowing in the end | ||
| So, Here we again | ||
| Never knowing when | ||
| The story's ever gonna end | ||
| Why was everything, so simple when you were young? | ||
| We had the greatest times, the sun always shone! | ||
| Why was everything so simple back then? | ||
| It's seems so good to me, I would do it all again | ||
| I'm Still learning, still growing | ||
| Still taking it all in | ||
| Still taking the whole wide world in | ||
| Picky | ||
| What was she thinking when she saw me disappear | ||
| She wants more, she wants more, she wants… More Beer | ||
| With a different mind in another time, it may have even worked | ||
| I always knew what I wanted but I never knew I could | ||
| Everything is fine now | ||
| Everything is great (It's not that great) | ||
| Couldn't get it right not even if I ever tried | ||
| Couldn't get it right not even if I could decide | ||
| What was she thinking when I pulled up in my car | ||
| What was I thinking, have I taken this too far | ||
| After 15 years a thousand beers, I still can't get it right | ||
| I've seen her with her trendy boyfriends | ||
| But I'm sure they're not her type | ||
| Am I really that boring? | ||
| Am I really that cool? | ||
| I felt obliged to act real rude | ||
| I've got the right to pick and choose | ||
| What I say, what I've done | ||
| Nah Na Na Na Nah | ||
| Nah Na Na Na Na Na Nah | ||
| She wants me, but she doesn't know it yet | ||
| She needs me, but she can't get me out her head | ||
| Gunrack | ||
| I'm... Never good with words 'til I meet a nice girl | ||
| Someone who means the whole damn world | ||
| There comes a time when it gets too much | ||
| Getting rid of you is just tough luck | ||
| Cos you linger on me like a shitty smell | ||
| Like a fucking dog sniffing at my trail | ||
| As if our love is a kind of a contract | ||
| I'm too scared to make eye contact | ||
| Why can't you see I don't need a gunrack - Woah | ||
| Don't own a gun let alone many of them | ||
| Why can't you see I don't need a gunrack - Woah | ||
| Get over it, cos I'm doing fine with out you right now | ||
| Spend all your days thinking about me at your home | ||
| It makes no odds as long as you don't phone | ||
| I guess you're feeling lost and that nobody cares - Who gives a Fuck | ||
| Cos all about us is when you talk to me | ||
| Somewhere else is where I would rather be! | ||
| I'm too young for marriage and too old for sex - Who gives a Fuck | ||
| Why don't you shut up if you've nothing worth saying | ||
| If this is your game then I'm not playing | ||
| The letters and the presents won't win me back | ||
| Why don't you get off my back | ||
| Wooh! - Yeah! - P'dup! | ||
| Promote This! | ||
| We thank you kids… | ||
| For turning up to our shows, but, never realise where the money goes. | ||
| Most of it goes to the Promoter shits with no dicks. | ||
| The kids should know that's why we think… | ||
| When there's money to be made | ||
| It's the bands that should be getting paid | ||
| Money to be made | ||
| It's the bands that should be getting paid | ||
| Money to be made | ||
| The Bands should be paid | ||
| Pay the bands it fucking sucks! | ||
| Daydream America | ||
| Right now, what are you all searching for? | ||
| The American dream? | ||
| The streets are all paved with gold | ||
| The thought of wealth and stardom | ||
| Nestled in your brain, something you have to conquer | ||
| The streets are lined with women | ||
| The streets are paved with gold | ||
| Your life is full of shit | ||
| Your streets are paved with whores | ||
| Why can't you take a step right back | ||
| Set your goals, turn off your television sets | ||
| Realise, that what you see Is not for you, It's all just make believe | ||
| Head for that crimson highway | ||
| Head for that lettered hill | ||
| Head for the tallest buildings | ||
| Head for that treadmill | ||
| Does it matter what everyone thinks (Does it matter, what you all think) | ||
| You're yourself that's all you'll be | ||
| You know what people say the city never sleeps | ||
| The city has no feelings, the city never weeps | ||
| My Best Friend | ||
| He came from Glasgow, or so he said | ||
| He was the weird one in our school | ||
| He dressed in black all of the time | ||
| And when the sun was bright, he would always hide | ||
| Come to think of it, it should have given it away | ||
| How he had raw meat in his lunch box everyday | ||
| My Best Friend - turns out to be alright | ||
| My Best Friend - he is a creature of the night | ||
| My Best Friend - will always be with me | ||
| My Best Friend - lives for eternity | ||
| One day I stopped, seeing him | ||
| He stopped turning up for school | ||
| Then I heard, some bastard did him in | ||
| Turned out to be, little Jimmy Van Hellsing | ||
| My Best Friend - I guess he'll always be | ||
| My Best Friend - can't have him round for tea! | ||
| A Lesson in Vandalism (Part 1) | ||
| By the time we all realise all that surrounds has been vandalised | ||
| By some stupid punk ass kids who's had a little too much to drink | ||
| Vandalise | ||
| It's never too late to learn and realise that you're the assholes that I despise | ||
| Now it's time to stop and think about the drink and think about becoming straight edge | ||
| It's never too late to learn and realise that you're the assholes that I despise | ||
| It's never too late to learn and realise that I'm that asshole that I so despise | ||
| This is hardcore! | ||
| White Collar Lifestyle | ||
| Skate is broken | ||
| Shoes aren't brand new | ||
| Can't seem to figure out what's with you | ||
| White collar for the rest of my life | ||
| A Jail sentence, which I don't like | ||
| Forever doing what is right - what is right | ||
| Don't want to be inside a book | ||
| Don't want to do your shitty work | ||
| A common story anyone could tell | ||
| I wanna do if for myself - Yeah | ||
| White collar holds me down | ||
| I wanna get out this one way town | ||
| My plans are all mapped out - they're all mapped | ||
| Lots of places I'd like to see and special people I'd like to meet | ||
| But I guess it's down to me - it' down to me | ||
| So turn it around on itself | ||
| You've got to do it before anyone else | ||
| So turn it around on itself | ||
| It keeps spinning this world all around | ||
| There's something you can sink-your-teeth-in | ||
| Who are you to decide | ||
| What I do with my life | ||
| On this carousel ride - this carousel ride | ||
| I've been here long once before | ||
| Should of stayed here for more | ||
| But I got bored - yeah I got bored | ||
| White Collar Life | ||
| It's Been A Long Time | ||
| It's been a long time - back on my feet again | ||
| I'm holding on tight, trying hard to understand, what I demand | ||
| If I ever was, or will I ever be, able to look at life | ||
| And know what it all means to me | ||
| Should I be in charge, can I lose control? | ||
| My thoughts, my worries, can't seem to let it go | ||
| What's up with what's going on, | ||
| I sit and learn, the problems of everyone | ||
| I've been promised all the good things in life, | ||
| And I know I'll never get a go | ||
| You are the only one, who's ever right, when something ever goes wrong | ||
| You are the only one, who's ever right, when something ever goes wrong | ||
| But something went wrong | ||
| Today was good, or so I thought it was, | ||
| Maybe I was mistaken or even if I overheard | ||
| A conversation, or read it somewhere, | ||
| Did I think it up or was it in my head | ||
| Back on my feet again | ||