I go to bed real early Everybody thinks it's strange I get up early in the morning No matter how disappointed I was With the day before It feels new
I don't leave the house much I don't like being around people Makes me nervous and weird I don't like going to show either It's better for me to stay at home Some might think it means I hate people But that's not quite right
I got a dog I take him for a walk And all the people like to say hello I'm used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks I'm learning how to say hello Withou too much trouble
I'm turning out just like my father Though I swore I never would Now I can say that I have love for him I never really understood What it must have been like for him Living inside his head
I feel like hi's here with me now Even though he's dead
It's not all good and it's not all bad Don't believe everything you read I'm the only one who knows what it's like So I thought I'd better tell you Before I leave
So in the end I'd like to say That I'm a very thankful man I tried to make the most of my situation And enjoy what I had I knew true love and I knew passion And the difference between the two And I had some regrets But if I had to do it all again Well, it's something I'd like to do
There's nothing that i wanna do More than get alone and be with you Trouble with dreams is they don't come true And when they do they can't catch up to you
You don't need a thing from me But i need something big from you 'cause you know i've got An awful lot of big dreams
I'm walking down a lonely road Clear to me now but i was never told Trouble with dreams is you never know When to hold on and when to let go
If you let me down it's alright At least that leaves something for me 'cause you know i've got An awful lot of big dreams
This is the life that i must lead now Crossing fingers and wiping brow Trouble with dreams is you can't pretend Something with no beginning has an end
You don't need a thing from me But i need something big from you 'cause you know i've got an awful lot of big dreams
Guess I'm doing something wrong Never feel right in these shoes Pocket full of matches and a head full of flames Got to warn you that I'm bad news
She tucks me in and then she screams "one day you will have to choose Either take care of me or take care of you And don't pretend you're not bad news"
Come on now I'll take you home You don't have a thing to lose But stick around long enough and you'll find out I am nothing but bad news
You can never change where you're from No matter who I will accuse I'm gonna get on with a better life And one day I won't be bad news
It's the same everyday when I wake up It's the same in the way that you Gave me up In the middle of a swan dive
Everyone loves you Nobody cares An awful collection Of enemies and friends Congratulations to you With sad regrets I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
The psychic pain Of living in this world Is overwhelming me Again and again A beautiful afternoon Inside you in your bed I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
Nobody loves you Everyone cares None of them know what's Coming 'round the bend Congratulations to me Many happy returns I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
I don't miss where I came from But each night I dream about being back home When I wake up in the morning I'm too tired, tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown And pick me out a little piece of ground Where I can prove something to the world I can prove something to the world
Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer X2
Daddy put us in the truck and Dropped us off and said good luck, then One lucky kid waiting for the bus Made a winner out of one of us
Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer X2
Going down by the railroad tracks, where People know that they better not relax I'm the man, baby, I am the man This is where I can make you understand
Souljacker can't get my soul Ate my carcass in a black manhole Souljacker can't get my soul He can shoot me up full of bullet holes But the souljacker can't get my soul
Souljacker can't get my soul Left my carcass with the worms and moles Souljacker can't get my soul He can hang my neck from the old flagpole But the souljacker can't get my soul
going to your funeral and feeling I could scream everything goes away driving down the highway through the perfect sunny dream a perfect day for perfect pain
look at all the people with the flowers in their hands they put the flower on the box that’s holding all the sand that was... that was once... that was once you
Honolulu hurricane I knew that you were not insane living in the insane world smiling like it’s no big deal scrabby wounds that never heal the woman was only a girl
look at all the people with their heads down in their hands when everything I’m feeling makes it hard to understand that, uh what I need to miss... It’s what I need to miss... is you
going to your funeral and I’m feeling like a fool no one’s gonna take the blame thinking about the days of hanging out behind the school everything goes away
Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand And then she finally gave birth Years go by, still I don't know Who shall inherit this earth And no one will know my name until it's on the stone
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Waking up with an ugly face Winston Churchill in drag Looking for new maternal embrace Another tired old gag Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Father Theresa, you can't make me into you I never wanna be like you Why can't you see, it's me You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your door bell... in hell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...
