1. |
Run Amuck
02:14
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teachers say i'm slow but i know they suck
she said babe i love you but i just wanna fuck!
i wanna leave this town but i know i'm stuck
it's time to grab some brews, and RUN AMUCK!
my parents think i'm lazy, i don't give a fuck!
reckless and I'm bored, down on my luck!
you think i'm crazy, cause i RUN AMUCK!
you say think of the future, and that i dont gotta a clue
but my mind is dreaming so i say fuck you!
i don't care what you got planned for me, i'll just call the crew
let me do what i want, it's time to RUN AMUCK!
Wake up in a strange place, whiskey on my breath
look at my bumps and scrapes, i know i had fun yesterday
i think of your patronizations, then i RUN AMUCK!
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2. |
Egomaniac
01:42
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My head's too big for the fuckin door
All I want is more and fuckin more
I'm the one you should adore
I'm the one you dare not ignore . . .
My head's to big for the fuckin door
And i know what's in fuckin store
You'll never settle the score
Love me but i know you abhor . . .
My head's too big for the fuckin sky
Made up through centuries of lore
Made up to rip you off hardcore
By the holy entrepreneurs . . .
Hey!
(Forgive me father for i have sinned, i will not kill my only son, not for you or anyone)
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3. |
Fake
02:22
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Here are all the drugs that I do
So I can be just like you
Topped off with my new tattoo
Sid and Nancy part two
A new fashion for me
Cause I got no identity
I am the object of my hate
And I'm a fuckin fake
How can you do this to yourself
Trying to be somebody else
What you really need is help
Pick you up from how far you fell
A new fashion for me
Cause i got no identity
I am the object of my hate
Give me what I need to escape
YOU'RE A FAKE
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4. |
Nympho
01:23
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She's a night owl
She's on the prowl
Her smile is her cowl
But on the inside she's fowl . . .
Going out to the club
Dressed up in her finest duds
An empty space she needs to fill it
Fill it with a stranger's dick
cause she's a . . .
PILL POPPER
NAME DROPPER
YOU CAN'T STOP HER
Finds her next victim with ease
Always aiming to please
And at the end of the night she'll leave
Giving another stranger a disease . . .
And in the morning she'll cry
Cause she can no longer hide
Troubles trapped deep inside
Another baby inside her must die
cause she's a . . .
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5. |
Spoiled Rotten
02:15
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Did that really happen? Or was it a dream?
Nothing is what it seems
All i care about is kicking and screaming
Don't wake me up, cause I'm still dreaming
I KNOW I'M SPOILED ROTTEN
I KNOW I'LL BE FORGOTTEN
LIVING A BULLSHIT EXISTENCE
I CAN TRY BUT IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE
I'm just a wreck, too nervous
and I know there's something
Beneath your surface
Pretending to be clean, when i know you're dirty
And everyone, they're all trying to hurt me
Everyday goes by so fast
Everyday is just like the last
So many places I had wanted to go
But now today is already tomorrow . . .
And I try so hard to get out of here
But it gets harder to persevere
And i'm starting to fear, we'll never get out, never get out . . .
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6. |
Brainwashed
01:12
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Brainwashed
Keep those thoughts at bay
Brainwashed
Do what they
Brainwashed
The only way
I will always listen to you
No matter what you say or do
Gambling win or lose
Believe whatever's on the news
Pretend I have the right to choose
As you slowly tighten the noose
and when i sense a shred of doubt
I won't scream or shout
inside know i got no clout inside i know i'll lose the bout
There ain't no way out
Brainwashed the only route
Don't got many braincells left
It's neurological theft
This is the modern age
live and die in a cage
with a big screen TV
Pretending to be free!
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