1. Verbal Kint
2. Nothing Left
3. Enough
4. Pretty Girls
5. Jeff Acree
6. Screwed
7. Termination
8. Turn It Around
9. What Can I Do?
10. Up To The Top
11. Dime Store Hoods
12. Slap
13. Dance Floor
14. Looking Back
15. Nowhere Fast
16. Jennifer's Cafe
17. Burning Down
18. Who Killed Marilyn? (Hidden track)
(The Misfits cover song)
Verbal Kint
At first look you would way that this man is just
a gimp, he walks alot, he lies alot, he walks with a bad limp. But no one
really knows him, no one takes the hint, a mastermind in fool's diguise,
his name is Verbal Kint... You could call him the devil, the reason being
this, the best trick the devil ever pulled; convinced the world he didn't
exhist. A devil in disguise, a wolf dressed as a lamb, just when you think
he's going to fold, he's got four aces in his hand... He runs the underworld
and no one sees his face, he's killed a 1000 men, he's got a million different
names. He's the baddest motherf*cker that I have hever known, he works
hard for what he's got, he's got a heart that's made of stone... He'll
make you doubt yourself, he'll play tricks with your brain, does he steal
or does he kill, it doesn't matter, it's all the same. He may seem a petty
crook, but he's no ordinary man, his name is Verbal Kint, he's got the
whole world in his hands...
Nothing Left
Find yourself in brand new times, unfamiliar crooked
lines. The rules have changed, nothing's the same. The smae things happen
everytime and everyone says "you'll do fine." Swallowing pride while you're
throwing up shame... Coming undone, nothing's done. I watch the world pass
while I waste away. Take it as it come, but it's all gone, I've got nowhere
to go, I've got nothing to say... Everything you thought: none of it was
true, you only cared about yourself, you walked in no one else's shoes.
Now I've seen too much of life, my heart has turned to stone, but I still
have my friends, I won't ever be alone... Too late for your confessions,
too late to get it off your chest. Your existence is pathetic, you have
nothing left...
Enough
This is not a phase, this won't be outgrown, we've
got things to say, I am not alone... you call me a freak, you say that
I am weird. I am not the one whose life is filled with fear. I will face
the world, and I will take your sh*t, but all you do is hide and I'm f*cking
sick of it. I think I've had enough of everything you do, I think I've
had enough, I've had enough of you... Who the f*ck are you to tell me whos
I am? You don't believe in anything, at least I take a stand. You think
I should grow up but I think I already have, I'll succeed on my own terms,
I'll take what I can grab. I don't think it's fair to judge me without
cause, if life is won by how you play then you've already lost. You know
it doesn't matter if you think I'm wrong or right, so quit your g*d-dammed
bitching and get a f*cking life...
Pretty Girls
When I first saw her at the show, walked over and
said "hey let's go," she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, do you know
what I mean? She was the one I'd been looking for, I can't take it anymore,
I thought we were going to have so much fun, that was before she pulled
a gun! Now what cnaI do? What can I say? She's got a gun to my head and
I can't run away! Why do pretty girls carry guns? Was she going to kill
me just for fun? And can you tell me why is she pointing this gun at my
head? In a few minutes, will I be dead? I pleaded and begged and I got
on my knees, I just wanna leave. So I said I have to go to the bathroom,
she said she'd kill me if I wasn't back soon, but I jumped out that window,
and ran as far as my legs would let me go... I think I'll miss her, even
though she tried to kill me, because she was the most prettiest girl that
I'll ever see. I thought we were going to have so much fun, that was before
she pulled a f*cking gun!
Jeff Acree
Buying drugs off the street away from angry homeboys
that you meet. Drinking till your face truns blue, trashed your truck and
your car too.. Jeff Acree f*cked truck up!! Doing speed and smoking dope,
you live your life devoid of hope. Getting beat when you pick fights, you
have no car you ride a bike...
Screwed
My moments of clarity would have broken you in
two, the things I've seen would have ruined you. I'm scared so deep, I'm
sick with life, and if I ever was anything, I was right... I look at your
heart and nothing's there, but my one and only problem is that I still
care... I don't want to get old and forget what's right, been stabbed in
the back too many times in this life. I know what's mine and I know what's
not, I know my boudries, I know when to stop. You're no better than me,
you're just old, you're part of a system, you're bought and sold. Hate
you so bad that I'm seeing red, but I'll still be young and you'll just
be dead...
Termination
They are coming you know who, to take us over,
they talk to them, you know the government, the aliens, they're here..
Empire built on blood and bones, Take a look at where we're going, Stepping
over fallen friends, Time and time again. Here they come to overtake, we're
their toys, they've come to break us down to the ground, TERMINATION!!!
We're their toys, 'perfect society.' They f*ck with your heads and kidnap
the race, they f*ck it up, this f*cked up place... They may wipe off this
sh*tty place, this ruined planet, this dying race...
Turn It Around
Dire civilization getting high off misery lives
wasted away flipping thorugh the channels on TV, we're taking our time,
and throwing it away, a tomorrow's killed by yesterday, intimidation replacing
unity, blacnk generation, community, more factories are going up, more
people are falling down, it's up to us to turn it around... Turn It Around...
we're rollin gdown hill and gaining speed, snowballing all the way illing
everything we see, we're taught when we're young "don't bite the hand that
feeds" but it covers our ears and shades all we see... living in a world
made for one, lock the door, pull the shades, kill the sun, failure's all
that I can get right, an empty hand and a bloody knife... Turn It Around...
What Can I Do?
I feel like I'm the only one that doesn't wear
a mask, and no matter how hard I try I'll still come in last. People always
try to tell me down where I should go, suit and tie, ball and chain, I
just don't know. Those ssame people try to tell me what I should do, but
I'm a step ahead and they don't have a clue. They're taking their insecurities
out on me, closing themselves in and they don't ven see. What can I do?
(a lot) It's up to me! (just once)... When I look back and can still see
myself, I remember being alone and how pathetic I felt. They told me what
to do and just fell in line, followed all those rules, and I got left behind!
etc...
Up To The Top
Climb up to the top, get knocked down to the ground.
When will all the bullsh*t stop? What goes around comes around. My success
is measured by comparison to you, your time's come and gone, you are f*cking
through. Too proud to admit that you don't know it all. Pride doesn't mean
sh*t when your back's against the wall... Not gonna give up no matter what
you say, I know that life is tough, I'm reminded of it everyday. I pick
myself up and then I start again, it's endless cycle that it's never gonna
ed. When you say that I'm a failure, I know that you are wrong, whatever
doesn't kill me will only make me strong. I will make an effort until the
day I die, I will stand on my two feet and I will always try.
Dime Store Hoods
There are boys tht I know who are mean as hell,
they keep to themselves and it's just as well. They've got bad cars and
they've got cool chicks, greased up hair, man they look real slick... Dime
Sore Hoods! They cruise the alleys, stay out of sight. They drink all day
and they fight all night. Switchblade knives and cool tattoos, pompadours
and rockabilly shoes. Street bye street, block by block, taking it all
back. Dimes Store Hoods, ATR crew, we'll turn the tide, counterattack.
West Coast Teenage F*ckups, 100's strong and we're here to stay. The youth
are taking over, and we're going to start today.
Slap
I was lied to when I was told life was fair, and
that someone would always be there, I hated myself more than anyone else.
I was so unhappy with the cards I was dealt. When I was a child, my castle
was my home, now I walk down empty streets, memories and me alone, it's
easier to burn a bridge that to cross it, to slip, give in, give up, move
on, and try to forget... more's been said in silence than could ever be
spoken in words, secret's shared, and promises kept, and feelings that
will never be cured...
Dance Floor
Dance floor its' my home away from home, the music's
loud, I start to dance, I don't feel so alone, so much agression, but I
don't hurt anyone, I go to the show, and I dance and have fun... I found
it, what I've been looking for! Paid my five bucks and go into the show,
this is so great, I don't ever want to go...
Looking Back
Your way of expressing your friendship with me,
is a shotgun blast in my head. All this bullsh*t, leaving me out, it makes
me wish that you were dead... The rain has left now, but the puddles still
remain, the one thing I know, it'll never be the same again. Looking back
now at the stupid things we did, and all those things taht I wish I never
said... Now we're stuck in a situation that's irreversible. I wish we could
go back in time, but that's impossible.
Nowhere Fast
Julie had a bad day so she headed north on I-5,
she just wanted to get the hell out of Los Angeles. Thought maybe Seattle,
but ended up on Haight Street, bumming change from a young gutterpunk named
Mario. Do this: All I have to do is die. Think this: all I have to think
is why. Be this: all I have to do is try, I'll be what I want. Julie was
on cocaine but she kept the car in her lane, thought she didn't have a
clue where is would take her... Nowhere fast, that's where I want to be.
Give me good times and someplace to sleep, the price of freedom doesn't
actually come cheap... Julie had a migraine because she was out of cocaine
and she finally got her ass back to Los Angeles. Julie, she was crying
as she headed across the bay bridge, she just had to get the hell away
from Mario. Thought the lower east side counded good but she was so tired,
she just parked outside a crack house in South Berkeley. Julie, she was
running, so she kept the car at 80 and it died just norht of Gilman Street
in Albany. Julie was a f*ckup, but I swear she wasn't stupid, and she finally
got her ass back to Los Angeles.
Jennifer's Cafe
Sitting in Richmond the "C-side" of town, the whole
band is with me, we're just f*cking around. Reggae is the sound on the
radio, we've got nothing to do, we've got nowhere to go... I've been told
that nothing stays the same, that sooner or later it has to change. Fight
if you have to, to live your life. Don't let'em tell you anything, but
you know what's right. Summertime sun and heat that you can taste. Ashes,
and strings, and Adam's bass. In the East Bay in the Summertime, needles
and foil, having such a good time... We all walk over to Jennifer's, we
haven't eated all day. A place to relax, a place to get away. Smoking cigarettes,
hung over so bad. 'Now" are the best times I've ever had...
Burning Down
A place that I could go to, no longer welcomes
me, outcasted and rejected, I never thought I'd leave. No longer is it
sacred, it's tainted through and through, I thought that it was differen,
now I know that isn't true... You wear on your sleeve, I wear it in my
heart, you were so quick to finish, I have yet to start... Something far
to perfect, is never what it seems, the reality I wanted, lives only in
my dreams. It's so sad that your life revolves around a fad, you're burning
down your future while you build up your past... The unity they sold to
me, was an ugly f*cking lie. They've cast me out, and I've seen the truth
'cos I opened my eyes... A fatasty I lived in has now crashed back to the
ground, now nothing looks the same, it's all been turned around. I thought
that I could live it and change the was things are, but I lived that way
for years, and nothing's changed so far. It took so long to build it, this
home I thought I'd found, but where there's smoke there's fire, and now
it's burning down.
Who Killed Marilyn? (Hidden track) (The Misfits
cover song)
5:25 august fifth, 1962 found her lying on her
chest her face all turning blue you think it was an overdose but could
it have been the pact could it have been the kennedy's was it lapd it ain't
a mystery baby not to me what a, what a, what a mystery baby not to me
rotted corpse, sex decay breasts all full of slugs no answer for the accident
her cunt has all dried up, you see 5:25 august fifth, 1962 make it seem
a suicide make it seem a suicide make it seem a suicide make it seem a
suicide it ain't a mystery baby not to me what a, what a, what a mystery
baby not to me it ain't a mystery baby not to me what a, what a, what a
mystery baby not to me whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah oh.