YDI
A Place In The Sun Lyrics
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NOT SHIT Grow your hair, comb it back Work right through a heart attack Never say what you think Tell the boss you're in the pink 5 new suits, shoes and ties Look just like the other guys No weekends off, not done yet Fit right in but what'd you get? ...NOT SHIT They'll never know you were weird Now yo uhave a styled beard Please the boss you must say yes You're a lie in a double breast Years ago could've bought a home Now you're just a working drone Drink your scotch, make sporting bets Fit right in but what'd you get? NOT SHIT 1983 I remember 1983 from when I was a kid Moving sidewalks, robot maids, jet pack flying kits What happened to the future? Where's my flying saucer? Why's ther so much murder? Why're we all so poor? FRIENDS Half an hour later, tight with the cash Can I borrow your car? Pain in the ass Always glad to help you unless you're down on your luck You really are a sweetheart but you don't give a fuck What's all this stuff about friends about FRIENDS? A friend in need, man's best briend What are friends for? True to the end You only got one friend's gotta die when you when you die That's the one that feels the pain when you get Punched in the eye about friends What's this stuff about friends? MAD AT THE WORLD Look into my eyes and see I'm not normal you can believe Savage fury, uncontrollable rage I'm gonna put you in the grave Visions of murder run rampant through my mind Death to all humankind I'm mad, mad, mad at the world No money, no family, no home, no job, no life, no nothing I'm mad, mad, mad at the world I'm ugly, I'm poor, I'm awkward, I'm nothing OUT FOR BLOOD Out for blood, riot in the street We ain't gonna take no shit from you Everybody's on our side gonna fight, gonna die Knives, Your friend is bleeding Clubs, You could be next Cops, Cops in helmets Death, Certain death ...Out for blood |
CATEGORIZED Predjudiced eyes look upon me Judge me by sight, take away my rights Not knowing what I'm like or what I can do I'm stuck with a label till the day I die I've been categorized, categorized No matter what I say, no matter what I do I'm categorized, categorized You don't have to use your mind ANOTHER DAY Storming angrily down the street Amongst the dirt, the shit, the grim, the slime Breathing dirty exhaust fumes Seeing all the ugly humans Misery, agony, insanity Working at a job that I despise Savage hate kept inside Look at me wrong and you die Look at me wrong and you die Misery, agony, insanity Dissention clenches my fist Tension clenches my teeth My eyes are burning red My head aches constantly I go to work, go home, got to sleep The cycle repeats Another day of misery, another day of agony Another day of insanity, how long will this last? HOW LONG GET UP AND FIGHT Get up and fight..... .....that's right ZOMBIE YOUTH Wake up, stir up, smash up, tear up Don't be a part of zombie youth! WHY DIE? You're engulfed in gloom and doom You live in a world of hate and greed of disease and poverty of maniacs and murderers You have had, You've had enough Your life fades as blood oozes out Out of a fresh self inflicted wound But your death doesn't change a thing Death doesn't change a thing You have had, You've had enough Why Die? Why Die? Fight and Survive! |