1. Gonna Try
2. Simple Needs
3. Still Thirsty
4. What Scene?
5. Floorspace
6. All That You Paid For
7. Seein' Stars
8. Right On Time For Nothing
9. Missoula's Gonna Get You
10. Man Of The Moment
11. Sleep It Off
12. Cut To Fit
13. No Es Mi Pais
14. Life Of The Party
Gonna Try
what is there to do? i'm sick and fucking
tired of sitting on my ass. staring at the headlines. watching
the world go by. i gotta find a way to make it all make sense.
i gotta find the reason. i gotta find out why... why i'm so fucked
up. life can be a pointless fucking mess sometimes. i can't
help but wonder why. what's the goddamn point of trying to do anything
at all. you tell me things'll be better tomorrow. i have my
fucking doubts, oh yeah. but i'm gonna try. i'm gonna try.
it's my only chance to escape it. why can't people see that life
is too short to be wasted on a lost cause. humanity is stupid.
people can't see that we're destroying ourselves. i gotta find a
way to make it all make sense. i'm gonna find the reason. i'm
gonna find out why... why we're so fucked up.
Simple Needs
at nights when all us weirdo freaks crawl out and
have a blast. making sense ain't easy. the daylight hours can't
save us now. we'll leave them in the past. making sense ain't
easy. we're tired of being let down. we're tired of thinking
too much alone. let's fit into something else we haven't yet outgrown.
we're the dreamers no one cares to meet. driven by inspiration.
making sense ain't easy. the punx they won't show on tv. content
in our isolation. making sense ain't easy. this world can't
use a fuck up. it's so quick to suck up all the phony shit.
i get drugged up to escape. it's too easy to get all tangled up in
life's big net of nothing. meaning can be found in the simplest things.
escape ain't exactly hiding. we all need some hiding. from
everything.
Still Thirsty
and if this life's your canvas, don't hesitate
to paint your purpose over walls that paint your direction. shout
the thoughts your world is too scared to mention. or have you been
shackled to the sitcoms. or have you been guided by the tabloids.
or are you just a mass consumer of a popular opinion. we've been
organized to think and feel a lie. and if you're thirsty for some
truth there's a fucking fountain inside of you, overflowing by the seconds
to flood you're empty life. sharpen out the dullness you've been
programmed to deny. you look to groupe and movements and counter
culture sects to justify yourself as being intelligent. buckled tightly
to a scene, safely pinned to philosophy doesn't make you radical or even
significant. as you parade through the glitz. nose high in
the air. you swear you're painting your own pictures, but it's a
shame that you can't do it.
What Scene?
what scene are you talkin' about? the kind
that separates a people from a sound? and if your status doesn't
match up with the right connection, your self expression isn't wanted in
this direction. what scene are you part of and support. you
release your anger every weekend in this resort. is the music really
what you came for? violence has nothing to do with being hardcore.
sincerity means nothing when you've got no clout. bicker endlessly
about who's selling out. what's the struggle in your phony ass community?
what's a community without no substance? you're a radical with your
head up your ass. a fashion statement is a statement that shouldn't
last. what scene are you stuck up fucks talking about? i see
a lot of things that you and i can do without.
Floorspace
crusty eyes and greasy grins. inhaling smoke
from the valve gasket again. coffee 4 am, drunk again by noon.
shit stained couch through the midwest blasting 80's tunes. ups and
downs, vague smiles and frowns. in a van they last forever.
complications take control when you're not so clever. what matters
now is floorspace. inside jokes and sleeveless t-shirt tans.
cardgames i'll never understand. 14 cents, cue ball in hand.
laughing at all the latebreak bands. drugs are boring, the world's
exploding. sometimes nothing's ever changing. i swore i'd never
grow up. sick and slowly again. what matters now is floorspace.
one more city, another name i can't quite put the face to. four digits
to a club, we're two hours late to. one quick set with no soundcheck.
but no here's nostalgic yet. i thought i had this life figured out.
i'm dumber than the dumbest fuck. so full of complex feelings and
so shit out of luck. what matters now is floorspace.
All That You Paid For
sounds and rhythms arranged in time. bands
carry a concept, then leave it behind. day after day, a whirlwind
of nothing. synthetic feelings dull me to death. kids gag for
meaning, bands can't confess. shallow hears echo hallow minds.
what's gonna save you when music can't buy you? all that you paid
for. entertainment is petty when it's an everyday duty. this
mecca's a myth but still somehow moves me. cluttered ideals tug war
with cheap thrills. i spill my guts because i still got them.
my peers are all talk, but won't talk about them. i guess it's easier
to stay stupid. what's gonna save you when the music can't buy you?
all that you paid for. all that you paid for is a little bit of lifestyle,
not a way of life. it doesn't matter how you think the music makes
you, you're still the same. all that you paid for is a little bit
of lifestyle, not a way of life. how many times did you wait in line
to be fooled again? what's gonna save you when the music can't buy
you? all that you paid for.
Seein' Stars
don't let it get to your head when the girls start
screamin' and everyone is now your best friend. cause the stagelights
won't be flashin' when you come crashin' down on your knees again.
don't let it get to your head, nobody cares about your bad ass. just
think about the days it didn't matter. now you need everyone's support
to fuel your lame, ego-boost disaster. now you're too cool to talk
to. big headed cock star... fuck you! you're seein' stars in
your eyes again. it's the battle of the bands and you gotta fuckin'
win. don't let it get to your head cause you're missin' the whole
point. this ain't a contest of popularity. the adulation that
you're seekin' won't last forever and you'll soon be old and jaded and
full of shit.
Right On Time For Nothing
out of focus. low on hope. am i out
of my mind? can you help me? out of answers. ran out
of reasons. am i making any sense? can you help me? so
proud to be better. we fight to be right. no time to give comfort
to someone in need, crying for a better world. gotta save the world
with hair dye. and patches in all the right places. well rehearsed
slogans are a must. is that what's called difference? low in
spirit. high on dope. am i out of my mind? can you help
me? lost my meaning. in consuming people. am i making
any sense? can you help me? so proud to be better. we
fight to be right. no time to give comfort to someone in need, crying
for a better world. gotta save the world with hair dye. and
patches in all the right places. well rehearsed slogans are a must.
is that what's called difference? right on time for nothing.
when did basic feelings turn to appearance? when did basic fellings
turn to acceptance? what's your conviction?
Missoula's Gonna Get You
you can talk about saving the world. and
you can talk, talk, talk... about it. and all the evils of humanity.
i'm pretty sure you've heard enough about it. do you know what it
means to be alive? highway 12 is unforgiven, but tonight i'm still
living. i look back and see how far i've taken this. you can
talk, talk, talk... about it. we've only lasted cause we're not faking
this. i'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about it. i found
out what it means to be alive. highway 12 is unforgiven, but tonight
i'm still living. misoula's gonna get you.
Man Of The Moment
i'm gonna kick these notes right into the streets
where they belong, to liven up deadbeats. i'm gonna suck the juice
out of this life and spit it past the stage, to fill this dull world with
rage that's quick to age and be forgotten. shove shit down your throats.
i'll change more minds than votes and live your futile dreams. your
futile dreams turned rotten. if i could only live these words for
a moment. if i could only fool myself for a moment. if i could
only live these words for a moment. if i could only feel i could
for one moment.
Sleep It Off
dejected concrete jungles that never seem to end.
through complex tower structures, aimlessly they transcend. over
forgotten ghettos they won't show on maps. inequal distribution of
wealth. coincidental perhaps? i tried to make my connection
in a world that shows no affection. america's busy sleeping.
i saw divisions, in our undivided land. with power unforgiving, fueled
by greed it can't withstand. it's self-inflicted dreams of hope laughing
in our faces. getting fixed with it's own dope, sponsored by class
races. i tried to make my connection in a world that shows no affection.
america's busy sleeping. sleep it off, everything will go away.
sleep it off again. shop till you drop and everything will be okay.
sleep it off again. party till you puke in your comfortable houses.
sleep it off again. the streets are paved with the neglected thousands.
sleep it off again. looked into desperate eyes. unfulfilled
abandoned lives. heartless city after city. i witnessed our
demise of a common man in a not so promising land. with very narrow
means to urgent human needs.
Cut To Fit
this cut to fitness. so-called legitness.
is senseless and yes, full of shit. spare me your self-awareness.
i could care less about counter culture bullshit and fashion cliques.
i ain't cut to fit. no i ain't cut to fit. fuck you and your
teenage trip cause i ain't cut to fit. this sudden explosion of underground
hypeness makes me laugh and piss on a rolling stone. it's just another
scheme to prove another point. that i made sense all this time, alone.
i ain't cut to fit. no i ain't cut to fit. fuck you and your
race to be hip. i ain't cut to fit. too bad to fit in is what
you're seekin'. too bad you're only punk on the weekend. you
spend all your time so hard tryin'... to fit in the fashion show that you've
been buyin'. i'm not gonna fall for the hype. i'm gonna last
longer than a year or two. i'm gonna dream, i'm gonna fight.
cause i'm not cut to fit like you.
No Es Mi Pais
nos llaman illegal. vivimos en povertad.
nos robarron todo. nos dejarron nada. nos terrorisan en el
barrio. con sus pinchi policias. nos tratan como animales.
servientes del estado. no es mi pais. yo no creo en america.
no es mi pais. odio a su cultura. nos quitan los trabajos.
no vaccinan nuestros ninos. y tratan de decir. todo a cambido.
veo sus mentiras. no amo a sus heroes. no creo in su desmadre.
no soy americano. no es mi pais. yo no creo en america.
no es mi pais. odio a su cultura. nos robarron todo.
y nos dejarron nada.
Life Of The Party
moving mouths that say nothing. open eyes
blinking blindly. identity crisis fighting for a last glance.
stuck in traffic without a last chance. what will you do if you're
not part of the action? what will they think if you're not part of
the attraction? another junkie for the crowd. unfulfilling
the unfulfilled. spotlight's on you, life of the party, drowning
in your crowded tragedy. you don't wanna, but it has to be.
last night you weren't hangin' out. well you must be... you must
be "hiding out". and if you're not around to think and act the same.
the you were inept from the beginning anyway. what will they think
if you're not part of the attraction? who's gonna feed your mind?
who's gonna pump your heart? who's gonna give you meaning, that you've
always had alone from the start? it's okay not to have a voice on
every given subject. it's okay not to be a display every time in
public. it's okay to be mellow just because you feel it. it's
okay to just shut up and deal with it. in a mess to impress any dull
idiot for stupid credibility. you're a puppet who needs a hundred
people to pull your strings for stability. what will you do if you're
not part of the action? what will they think if you're not part of
the attraction?