I woke up surprised and disappointed
to find out I was still me,
Last night should've killed me.
Took a shower couldn't scrub it off
Tried to scream, I could only cough
I can't trust myself to be my own friend.
Exhausted by the effort it takes to breathe,
The Whole world is against me
That's what I belive,
don't waste your empathy on me
[Chorus]
I'm through puttin one foot in front of the other
I'm do wanna run for cover
From the moment I wake up til I'm
starin at the ceiling trying to sleep
I wonder if I have a soul to keep.
Voices in my head will not turn off
There's a heavy weight on top
of my chest today,
I don't want it to go away because,
the moment I let down my guard,
life will hit me twice as hard
My mistake, I thought I could have
just one day off
From pushing boulders up steep hills,
playin in traffic for cheap thrills
I don't know what to do
that's why I'm tellin you that
[Chorus]
Sometimes there's nothing on my mind
but everything at one time
Find me sliding backwards down
to where I don't want to be found
Stop with these tests give me some rest
My heart is beating right out of my chest
I do believe I have a soul to keep.
Get out of my way
I'm coming your way
And I'm more important
Don't let your mouth write a check you can't cash
'Cause your body can't afford it
Don't you know who I am?
You'd better give a damn
I'm with the band, man.
Bask in my glory
And tell me a story
Of how great you think I am
You'd better make room for me
I'm coming through with my ego
"Man your band is really rad"
"Yeah, I know"
My ego puts you down
My ego pumps me up
My ego tells me why I am so great
... And why you suck.
Workin' the door
I've got status galore
And a heavy flashlight
Don't give me no shit
Cause I'll bust your lip
And the clubs on my side.
You paid for music
But you might leave with bruises
For dancing at all
You must be a sucker
If you paid to get in
To see 30FeetTall
You'd better make room for me
I'm coming through with my maglite
"Sure, I'll let you meet the band"
"If you're cool"
My ego lets you down
My ego pumps me up
My ego tells me why I am so great
... And why you suck
When my dad was 25,
he had a helpless 2.5.
And our city was still growing,
and they had no way of knowing
that this place would turn to shit
and they'd have to hand it to their kids.
Enter the 25 year old me
whose eyes still have yet to see
what's to gain
from minimum wage
Productivity!
And I'm still learning to barely survive.
Getting used to scraping by.
So what's it like to not be broke?
Where'd the money go?
Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
So where'd the money go?
Well don't ask me 'cause I don't know!
But the old regime is living well,
and I'm running out of things to sell out to!
Kid, I hate to have to fuck somebody hard,
or you compromise your spirit,
or you commercialize your art.
And if you only live for cash,
well then you can kiss my ass,
because you are the problem here!
Am I making myself clear?
Am I making myself clear?
So what's it like to not be broke?
Where'd the money go?
Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
So what's it like to not be broke?
Where'd the money go?
Don't ask me 'cause I don't know.
Where'd the money go?
Don't ask me 'cause I don't know. [x2]
Back in the day you say you had it made
Hanging out all night and getting laid
All the colours had shown brighter
And your heart was so much lighter
Back in the day you say things weren't so lame
Now everybody seems to be the same
There's nothing happy here
And I don't think you're thinking clear
Your attitude is self-defeating
Your history's not worth repeating
Your life was just as lame back then
As you say it is now
Your rose coloured glasses deceive you
Reminisce all night
I'm not listerning to you
Cause 5 years from now will be the same old story anyhow
Back in they day you were a whiney little fuck
You hated the whole world for your bad luck
Your situation sucked you didn't change it
Now you tell a story but you rearrange it
Back in the day your rut wasn't so deep
That is the memory that you choose to keep
As you grow older it gets deeper
Try to climb out but the walls are steeper
Your attitude is self-defeating
Your history's not worth repeating
Your life was just as lame back then
As you say it is now
Your rose coloured glasses deceive you
Reminisce all night
I'm not listerning to you
Cause 5 years from now will be the same old story anyhow
You've got a life to live right now
You've got a self to build somehow
Trying to avoid the future?
Are you just afraid of failure?
I won't listern to your stories when
I see you've been killing time again
Your attitude is self-defeating
Your history's not worth repeating
I get knocked down
I get back up
But I'm not gonna run away.
I've got too much to think about
to even try to hide
So when my life gets way too big
Well fuck it, that's my life.
If you wanna dance
You gotta pay the band
What once was hard to understand
Is something I've accepted
As a condition to this life
THE TRUTH WILL CHANGE AS SOON AS YOU FEEL ORGANIZED INSIDE
But who am I to give you direction anyway?
Stupid me trying to speak but stuttering
You see for yourself, or you fuck yourself
Ida know nothing no more.
There are times when I feel like it's time
To hold my nose and shut my mouth
(shut your mouth shit-head)
Cause people talk so much shit
You see it on their teeth
When they smile
When they talk
The conversation stinks
I don't talk too loud
(not like I used to)
The more I see the more I think
Experience breaks me down to
A lever that helps me recognize
And see things as they be
I can study what I see
And what It means to me
But who am I to give you direction anyway?
Stupid me trying to speak but stuttering
You see for yourself, or you fuck yourself
Ida know nothing no more.
They never knew that I existed
'Til they saw something they didn't like
Now they try to drag me down
With all their rumours and their words of spite
Though it bums me out a little
It don't matter too much what they say
Cause it's never said to my face
But they keep on talkin' anyway
You respect would be nice
But I don't need it
Disapprove of my life
But I still live it.
When I look into the eyes of the tough punk guys
With their stupid bondage belts
And the girls accessorize
With lots of little spikes and neat hair dyes
It's a whole subculture easy to commercialize
"The Revolution" wont come
Cause everybody's dumb
Drunk, fucked up on drugs-look at what it's come to:,
Tiny microcosm of a big stupid world
Short sighted, opinionated, gullible boys and girls!
This music's only rock-n-roll
Wont change the world or save your soul
Uniform Identity?
This trademark rebellion's not for me
Will there ever be a time when time doesn't matter
When a lack of money means your dreams aren't shattered
When chemicals don't take the edge off of life
And confidence keeps you whole inside
Can we ever look forward to not being bored
To not being scared to open closed doors
To love without holding anything back
To trust and share and stay intact?
Give me love don't give me hate
I'll stay aware and not sedate
Addicted to my sleepyhead
When it's time to wake up
I'll stay in bed
You can sell your soul for rock and roll
Turn off your brain
wait to grow old
Get a good job
How much plastic can you buy?
I dunno but here we go
Freedom is the easiest thing to lose
How many options can you choose?
From the choices they've already made for you?
Addicted to a sleepyhead
Some of us will sleep until we're dead
Trade in one uniform to wear another
That smothers you but never keeps you covered
Freedom is the easiest thing to lose
How many options can you choose?
From the choices they've already made for you?
Well I know I'm past that age,
but I've got growing pains again.
It's not that physical this time, I know.
It's something from within,
it hurts to think about the friends and family
I had to leave behind,
when my undeveloped body
got stuck with an older mind.
When my play time got cut short,
just like everybody else's did,
I had to leave that kid behind,
and suffer this extended adolescence.
I'm at the age where society says I should be a man,
but I don't think I can, don't wanna be a man.
I can't ignore the fact the more I see the less I understand,
I guess I should have a plan, I don't wanna be a man.
So now my soul is duct taped to this body
whose life will someday end.
I've found a limited amount of answers,
but the questions never end.
And my ineptitude is starting to show,
the pain continues to grow
as I trip over my words again and again and again and again and again
but I'm determined not to settle for the mess
that sorrows me, hate and fear and all the rest
will still go on but without me!
I don't wanna be a man, I don't wanna be a man!
So many things I'm supposed to be,
but they've got nothing to do with me!
I don't wanna be a man!
I don't wanna be a man!
I don't wanna be a man!
Humidity doesn't bother me
Neither does the pouring rain
Cause 5 minutes later it's better or worse
But it never stays the same
It's hot and it's dusty
My armpits are musty
and my cowboy hat is soaked
A man on a three wheeled bike
sets me up with a 50 cent snow cone
At a quarter to two eatin' Mexican food
Free chips and beans and rice
SMILE WHEN YOU SAY TEXAS
And everything will be alright
We've got Willie Nelson
And Serial Killers
And King Of The Hill
And the moonshine distillers
And Texas is the only place to have killed
The president in his car
Heavy laws for petty crimes
Paying off probation fees
A system designed to fuck you up
That's why our prisons are our
fastest growing indusrty (fuck the system)
In 1980 John Travolta
Filmed Urban Cowboy here
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
And drinking Gilley's beer
In the basement of the Alamo
We've got Pee Wee Hermans Bike
FUCK YA'LL WE'RE FROM TEXAS
Where the stars are big and bright
All night
Yee-Haw
Now here's a song for all of you
Who hate the world the way I do
And all the whiney old school farts
And the sophomoric new school fools
And the cliques that rise up in between
The different sections of the scene
Talking too loud and self too self absorbed
To see their own idiocy
But I'm full of it too...
A bag of hot air just like you.
Idealism burning the world down
Like I'm better than all the suit and tie guys downtown
Anybody can dress like an asshole
Anybody can have an opinion
Everybody can become what they hate
so fuck everybody
Sixth fucking grade
The year that all the world's evil and trickle down
pressured to "be somebody" manifested itself in my peer group
Petty shit talking dress codes
And early installments of class division
And patriarchal value?
I guess our parents were proud
But hey look at us now!
we've got the attitude down
Silence everyone who doesn't think like me
I'm a ship with no sails yea you might call me silly but...
Anybody can dress like an asshole
Anybody can have an opinion
Everybody can become what they hate
so fuck everybody.. except me of course
Ah yes, the angry breakdown of the song
All you before me must stand in awe of my
Angry pasturising and angst ridden growls..
Genuflect my brothers and sisters and in-betweeners
for I hold the microphone, and therefore
I AM SOMEBODY
I'm trying to sound convincing (listern to this guy yell)
But I'm just not that angry (what's he tryin' to sell)
My specialty, lip service (nobody listerns to you)
Hide behind popular politics (no wonder you cleared the room)
That's how I became the Jerk
That's how I became the Jerk
That's how I became the Jerk
That's how I became the Jerk.
It looks like the fun has up and run away
Too scared to hold, and now too scared to break
We've put out roots down here but
There's a feeling I can't shake
Anticipating your next move
I can't get comfortable with you
And I try to weigh it out
We've nothing, everything to lose
You can't stand me, I'm sick of you
And what is this thing turning into?
And how can we hope for No hard feelings?
We built this together and now we're pulling down together
From different sides of the room
And when this is gone
What else are we gonna do?
We've gotten good at eye contact
While regurgitating lies
Learn to swallow hard so we won't cry
It's been so long since we laughed at the same things
The joke is on me and and you
fuck everything
I wonder who will be the first to quit
Examining, contaminating
We stay together for the children now
But they're not happy with us anyhow
What is it worth to renew our vows?
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