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Where people die and pain is real
No one gives a fuck about how you feel
Everything has a price and a consequence
No one has the time or the tolerance
To listen to you why you are crying boo hoo
I don't know what to do my rent is overdue
pay it PAY IT!
And if you dont have the cash then your out on your ass
Break
Cause everyone has trouble achieving
Everyone has time disbelieving
It may not be what you heard
Chorus
Welcome to the real world!
Now I must admit im knew to my self
But I can't understand how everyone else
Has their own way to feel and their own way to deal
With the same shit I do.
But it just keeps coming over and over again
Yeah thats right to the day the world ends
Im sure i'll wake up one day thinking thats funny
Having no life and no friends and no money
Bridge
But i know your on your way
And i know you will be ok
So there's no need to be afraid.
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Well maybe I'm wrong but it seems to me
That today's music's all about ME ME ME!
Just show me the money give me the honeys
And I'll give you what I feel like buddy
Pastel images are still giving us
Everything we've heard before with some more
Sex appeal that isn't really real
But everyone seems to fall FOR IT!
All the pop groups, yeah they're raking it in
While other demo tapes are chucked in the bin
Meanwhile all the real struggling bands
That never had a clue... Never had a chance!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
It gives me the shits
That we're jumping through hoops
While its handed out like candy
To the girl and boy groups
You know the Backstreet Boys
And Britney Spears
Where they gonna be in the next few years
We got bullshit songs written by old farts
In the hopes that one of them will maybe
climb up the charts
People are aching for something new
Something simple, honest, true...
AND NOT THIS FUCKED UP MONEY MAKING BULLSHIT!!!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
It's all become subliminal
It's no longer traditional
It's just compromising and advertising
So they can see their numbers rising
It's all become subliminal
It's no longer traditional
It's just compromising and advertising
Can you see those numbers rising?
Well, are you gonna fall for it?
Are you gonna be a sheep?
You know it's already started
Are you a statistic?
Are you going to conform?
Or fight against the norm
Or are you gonna stand up and say
FUCK YOU ALL I'LL GO MY OWN WAY!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
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Been away so long I don't remember my face
That's how long it's been
I'd like to tell you what I'm facing now
But it ruins everything
Been away so long I don't remember this place
And I'm feeling scared
Of course you don't know what I've been going through
But I'd like to think you care
Everyday is change
With a different problem to face
Everybody feels a different type of strange
But you don't throw it away
Nowadays everybody's trying to be
The latest real real cool hip thing know what I mean
Not about you it's how you arrange
And it doesn't matter that everything's going to change
Cause you are you and I am me
we are all in control of our own destiny
Follow your heart open your mind
And enjoy your life it only cums one time
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your closed off from all the light
you havent got the will to fight
you'll drown yourself in your sorrow
and push yourself until you get sick
when everything is all around
you wont bother to make a sound
your too impatient to sit and wait
so listen to the knockin on the door
it sounds so big its hard to ignore
just listen to your friends as they try
your watching the days go by
time will pass and you will corrode
you will not know which is the road
or journey your supposed to take
the journey your supposed to take
i just hope you dont leave it too late
so heaven help me for what i am about to say
heaven help me i seem to have lost my way
my way
so listen to the knockin on the door
it sounds so big its hard to ignore
just listen to your friends as they try
your watching the days go by
time will pass and you will corrode
you will not know which is the road
or journey your supposed to take
the journey your supposed to take
so listen in time as it passes you by
inseparably till the end of time
watching your days go by
watching your days go by
watching your days
time will pass and you will corrode
you will not know which is the road
or journey your supposed to take
the journey your supposed to take
yeah
time will pass and you will corrode
you will not know which is the road
road
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does it matter in the scheme of things
while there are killers on the street and people going through bins
we got lawyers and pimps all with five faces
setting up shop in all the same places
i say hello and you say goodbye i put out my hand and your spit in my eye
the trap is set for anyone whose ever thought
but deep down below everybody knows theres a price and everything can be bought
not much left to live for theres not much left to be
nothing really matters
really matters to me
this is how they think this is how they feel
this is their idea of people keeping it real
theyre supposed to be working but there so fucking slack
taking one step forward and two steps back
now with a slap on the back in the sack for a shack and then everybodys happy today
i dont know what ive been told wat do you say
i wanna go home x8
the trap is set for anyone whose ever thought
but deep down below everybody knows theres a price and everything can be bought
not much left to live for theres not much left to be
nothing really matters
really matters to me
the trap is set for anyone whose ever thought
but deep down below everybody knows theres a price and everything can be bought
not much left to live for theres not much left to be
nothing really matters
really matters to me
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Makes no difference, open the door
Take it all away, for a better day
But I don't like you anyway
Seems it's always just another game
But I'm not in the mood today
Makes no difference, open the door, open the door
Makes no difference, open the door
Kiss it goodbye
A bit of time passes and then we're on the evergreen
Hoping that they'll catch a glimpse of something so obscene
This bit of time, are you ready for your baby to die
Kiss it goodbye
Take it all away, for a better day
But I don't like you anyway (anyway)
Anyway (anyway)
We're in the bad sack every day
Holding it back to see your face
I'm in the back
Every night
Shut the hell up, just kiss it goodbye
A bit of time passes and then we're on the evergreen
Hoping that they'll catch a glimpse of something so obscene
This bit of time, are you ready for your baby to die
Kiss it goodbye
Makes no difference, open the door
Makes no difference, open the door
Makes no difference, open the door
Makes no difference
We're in the bad sack every day
Holding it back to see your face
I'm in the back
Every night
Shut the hell up, just kiss it goodbye (goodbye)
Kiss it goodbye (goodbye)
Kiss it goodbye (goodbye)
A bit of time passes and then we're on the evergreen
Hoping that they'll catch a glimpse of something so obscene
This bit of time, are you ready for your baby to die
Kiss it goodbye
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Everybody's telling me to just keep it together
Get back on track get out of the sack!
And that'll make you better!
Well maybe I don't wanna get outof the
water every single day
Not yet just yet!
WON'T YOU WAIT TILL I CAN FEEL AGAIN!
So this time around got a little bit of time got
a little bit left to say
Because I'm just a loser you like to abuse got a
little bit left to say
So would you look at the world with a different
time
Rack them all up and knock them down
RACK THEM ALL UP AND THEM BLOW THEM ALL OUT!
Chorus
Been holding out
For a better day to cum
The I'll see the sun
With you
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I wish I could see what's outside
And be to places I've never seen before
A place where time doesn't take as long to pass
And no-one has to lie
Everything is simple as it seems
And there is no painful way to die
To DIE...
Do you know how it feels Inside
To know that every day in every way
You're losing your mind
Don't tell me what I know
Because you're the one that I'm gonna show
A place where time doesn't take as long to pass
And no-one has to lie
Everything is simple as it seems
There is no painful way to die
to DIE...
Do you know how it feels Inside
To know that every day in every way
You're losing your mind
Do you know how it feels Inside
To know that every day in every way
You're losing your mind
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Don't want to be lost anymore,
I find myself at the door,
But I'm to scared to go.
Been in this life for to long
I wanna see the sun
Inside my mind INSIDE MY MIND
Break
HEY! HEY!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME SAY!
Chorus
Do you know what you came for?
If you don't even know what's the point in being alive?
GET UP GET UP
Get up and fight
GET UP GET UP
Just live your life.
Bridge
Cause everyday is not a waste
It's all the same everyday
Cause what you see isn't always what you get.
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I came home to a house without you
The air was stale, the walls were bare
But somehow I still knew, that you were there
I wanna see you more
I miss your company
I wish that things were still
The way they used to be
The phone call at 3am
To come and pick me up
Was i born to be a ballet dancer, or an astronaut
If I needed to talk, you would make the time for me
I wish that things were still
The way they used to be
But only for a day
Just so I can say
That I remembered you
Because I wouldn't be the same
If anything was changed
And thats the truth
I wanna see you more
I miss your company
I wish that things were still
The way they used to be
I wanna see you more
I miss your company
I wish that things were still
The way they used to be
But only for a day
Just so I could say
That I remembered you
But only for a day
The way they used to be
But only for a day
Just so I can say...
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Well maybe I'm wrong but it seems to me
That today's music's all about ME ME ME!
Just show me the money give me the honeys
And I'll give you what I feel like buddy
Pastel images are still giving us
Everything we've heard before with some more
Sex appeal that isn't really real
But everyone seems to fall FOR IT!
All the pop groups, yeah they're raking it in
While other demo tapes are chucked in the bin
Meanwhile all the real struggling bands
That never had a clue... Never had a chance!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
It gives me the shits
That we're jumping through hoops
While its handed out like candy
To the girl and boy groups
You know the Backstreet Boys
And Britney Spears
Where they gonna be in the next few years
We got bullshit songs written by old farts
In the hopes that one of them will maybe
climb up the charts
People are aching for something new
Something simple, honest, true...
AND NOT THIS FUCKED UP MONEY MAKING BULLSHIT!!!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
It's all become subliminal
It's no longer traditional
It's just compromising and advertising
So they can see their numbers rising
It's all become subliminal
It's no longer traditional
It's just compromising and advertising
Can you see those numbers rising?
Well, are you gonna fall for it?
Are you gonna be a sheep?
You know it's already started
Are you a statistic?
Are you going to conform?
Or fight against the norm
Or are you gonna stand up and say
FUCK YOU ALL I'LL GO MY OWN WAY!
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
We are the rock kids
We don't want your pop shit
We want something hard to rock to
Not some fucked up programmed pop tune
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