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Day by day, Let's pave the path to escape.
Pave the way, tragic endings passed away.
Bring forth sincerity, bring forth the change.
This portrait of dishonesty will be slain.
I will not hold back. I will not regret.
I won't hold back. I won't regret.
This place I now call home is nothing more than a fallacy.
Nothing more than a fallacy.
This is not my home. You got a one way ticket to hell with open arms to damnation.
You've got a one way ticket to hell with open arms to damnation.
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With wheels on the pavement,
We’re feeling so grand,
Lose a little skin, get up and do it again.
Head up in the clouds,
And our toes in the sand,
Lose a little skin, get up and do it again.
Hangin’ on the outside,
It’s so much more fun,
We don’t need our heads cuz our bodies are young.
Nights under moonlight,
And days in the sun,
We don’t need our heads cuz our bodies are young.
I used to hate sleep,
I’d think of all the things,
That I could be missing, let’s stay up until the morning.
We can go sledding if we want to,
We can do anything we want to,
We don’t want to miss a thing, let’s stay up until the morning.
We don’t need our heads,
When we’re jumping off buildings,
Lose a little skin, get up and do it again.
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Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR.
Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose life? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A fucked up reality based on fear,
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.
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