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They can make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
I know they know the way I think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill
(Refrain:)
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I'm lost my mind
Things seem so much different now
The scene has died away
I haven't got a steady job
And I've got no place to stay
Well, it's a futuristic modern world
But things aren't what they seem
Someday you better wake up
From this Fucked Up fantasy
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I didn't expect them to know my name
Surrounding me like a black steel frame
I saw the world go up in flames
And I just smiled and stood there, watching
And it doesn't seem like this is real
That's just the way I feel
I don't know why
Well I've learned from my mistakes
This time I will escape
I'm too young to die
We're all too young to die
It doesn't seem like this is real
That's just the way I feel
I don't know why
Well I've learned from my mistakes
This time I will escape
I'm too young to die
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Things don't seem to be as easy,
As they used to be
And it's getting harder every day
To think of better things to say
About whats going on around you
And what's happening inside you
When it's time to change you won't know how
It won't matter years from now
No matter what you think,
Or do, or say
Everything turns grey
This is it the darkest hour
Isn't it depressing how our
Minds create an atmosphere
That won't happen here
Unless we make some new demands
To grasp the future in our hands
You know I wish I could
But it's too late
For senseless minds who love to hate
No matter what they think,
Or do, or say
Everything turns grey
No matter what they think,
Or do, or say
Everything turns grey
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Some day, somewhere, some one, somehow, is
going to make you understand,
these words will drill into your head,
you'll undergo the process then, y
ou will do anything they say, they will have power over you,
you will not question there authority, you know what they can do, I
shake my head I don't know what to say,
I see my chance to turn and walk away,
I will not be a part of this ferment, I just can't take a chance,
because I see my opportunity to shout the last goodbye,
I bet you never did expect to have a big important name,
they all will have exquisite taste, but they all will look the same,
you will be quickly photographed,
you will be shot across every side,
they'll teach you what u need to learn,
and they will take you for a ride,
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hey your kind of acting strange to me
you really shouldn't be so rude
i think i've seen you change your mind before
i've never seen you change your mood
everybody get away from me
don't everybody push and shove
everybody stop asking me
i'm telling you i'm not in love
there's no such thing
it doesn't matter to me i know
there's no such thing
isn't that a relief to know
there's no such thing
hey you, snap out of it
it's time for you to act your age
no you're never gonna get your way
so break into a screaming rage
a good excuse to start a teenage romance
turning love into lust
i'm only looking for somebody to talk to
or somebody that i can trust
[chorus]
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sometimes i think of old friends
but they all seem the same
then i see them, and they can't remember my name
i guess i'm just like them, i guess i'm just a bore
i could hate them, but i've never done that before
i've got lots of good friends, i don't want any more
and sometimes when you lie to me
sometimes i'll lie to you
and there isn't a thing you could possibly do
all these half destroyed lives
aren't as bad as the seem
and then i see blood and i hear people scream
then i wake up and it's just another bad dream
(chorus) twice
and i can't help myself by feeling sorry
because i gave up every chance i had
it's not a movement, it's just another fad
like a cry for help in a world gone mad
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they can make things worse for me
sometimes i'd rather die
they can tell me lots of things
but i can't see eye to eye
well, i know they know the way i think
i know they always will
but someday i'm gonna change my mind
sometimes i'd rather kill
bloodstains - speed kills
fast cars - cheap thrills
rich girls - fine wine
i've lost my sense - i've lost control - i've lost my mind
things seem so much different now
the scene has died away
i haven't got a steady job
and i've got no place to stay
well, it's a futuristic modern world
but things aren't what they seem
someday you'd better wake up
from this stupid fantasy
[chorus]
[solo]
[chorus]
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look at me now, i've got no reason to be
like everybody else - so dumb, so happy
i like things that bite
things that creep at night
everybody's asking me
what's it like down there?
the concrete floor is cold
the walls are bare
i feel safest being alone
living in darkness
living in a world of my own
i'm so selfish
doing everything by myself
i feel so cold
i'm gonna live
to be a couple thousand years old
ashes to ashes - dust to dust
i thought i knew somebody
that i could trust
now i'm not so sure
i feel safest being alone
living in darkness
living in a world of my own
one whole lifetime
i'm never gonna last
unless i live until
dying is a thing of the past
and all these girls i know
out turning boys into men
i know i am never going down again
never again
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they want us to tell them
what to burn into the groove
we're just gonna sit
and let them make the first move
the radio obsession
doesn't mean a thing to me
i don't like first impressions
and i don't watch much tv
i don't want to think about it
who, what, when, or where
i don't want to think about it
i don't really care
i don't want to think about
creating something new
i don't want to think about it
because i've got much better
things to do
i don't want to think about it
i don't want to see
i don't want to know
the kind of fool
they'll make of me
the public gets what they deserve
not what they demand
unless we all decide to be
a business, not a band
i don't want to think about it
who, what, when, or where
i don't want to think about it
i don't really care
i don't want to think about
creating something new
i don't want to think about it
because i've got much better
things to do - just like you
it's just an awful nightmare
and i get these awful headaches
and i can't get any sleep at night
i don't know what to do
i don't know where to turn
or what to think
i haven't got a clue
i don't know what's come over me
i'm getting dizzy
please will someone make it stop
[repeat 2nd verse]
[repeat chorus]
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I'm so bored of education
I'm so bored of YOU
It's such a frustrating situation and
I don't know what to do.
I'd really wish they'd let me be
To work things out my way
America's been good to me
But I laugh when people say
All the kids salute the flag
Uncle Sam wants YOU
Come on boys let's hear it for the
Red white and blue.
I'm so bored of television
TV dinner on a TV tray.
Join the Pepsi generation
That's the American way.
Fight for your country
Fight for survival
Fight for the fear of War.
Sometimes I wonder who makes the rules
And I wonder who they're making them for.
All the kids salute the flag
Uncle Sam wants YOU
Come on boys let's hear it for the
Red white and blue.
(Awesome guitar solo)
All the kids salute the flag
Uncle Sam wants YOU
Come on boys let's hear it for the
Red white and blue.
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i'm sick of coloured hair
don't care about what you wear
i hate the things i see
don't care about anarchy
i'm sick of boring bands
rock stars and all their fans
the new wave overtones
and all the leather jacket clones
i'm so bored of you (and you)
i'm sick of pins and chains
hard drugs and dizzy brains
i'm sick of cheap romance
people who never dance
i'm sick of all the drunks
the poseurs and the punks
the stupid things they've done
i'm getting sick of everyone
i'm so bored of you
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cut your hair
(get attacked! get attacked!)
rude people stare
(get attacked! get attacked!)
hawks never fall
(get attacked! get attacked!)
i hate them all
el dorado
alma mater
(stabbed in the back!)
bloodstain slaughter
(stabbed in the back!)
labeled as a freak
(stabbed in the back!)
seven days a week
el dorado
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