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Unless you could see inside my head,
you couldn't possibly understand
I'm happier when things are falling apart at the seems
and you'd never know just by looking at me
and I'm strung out on the future
and burnt out on the past
sometimes I'd rather just burn this place right to the ground
And y'know it just may be me
but the parking lot with all those creeps
keeps me convincing me myself I'm completely sane
with sleep over rated
and my ideals outdated
I know that I wouldn't have it any other way
and I can't explain what this place races through my mind
Man this town will drive you insane
Check my thoughts to check my brain
Hold my wallet like it's glued
In one square block it'll tell you
What it thinks of you
And there's nothing you can do
And all that's left to say
And all that's left to say, now
Is feet don't fail me now
Man I must be out of my mind
This town can be so unkind
Forget about sleep there's nothing you can do
In 24 hours this town has become a living hell
And there's nothing you can do
10-9-8 forty ounces fill this place
7-6-5 then watch the bullets to stay alive
4-3-2 no one way out of this
It's been 24 hours in paramus
When it all came down, on that saturday night,
should I choose a side, at 9th at Pine.
Can we still say we're civilized,
watched some kid down at 9th at Pine...
which will it be? Sympathy or apathy,
which part of the human condition will I believe.
Tried then its tested
I've just decided
I failed
is it the crowd,
or the way this is going down?
Is being human watching all this without a sound?
tried...
What the fuck
the fuck have I become
I've become the product of the sum
caught in an endless circle
I've become the stupidest man in the world
"Chalk another one up to experience"
y'know it doesn't make any sense
to do it all over again
and then again
then do it all over again
I've become the stupidest man
I think I'm drawing a blank again
this dizziness never seems to end
never seems to end
you know it never seems to end
drunk and sitting in and thinking
change it never seems to come when I'm thinking
I think I know it all,
but can I be sure of the things I've grown to know,
and can I say I know it all,
when rules just guide me to blindly follow
and things are automatic when you see them everyday
is it the same routine
or my fucked up dreams,
that keep me walking mindless all the way?
I think, I think I know it all
but is our beliefs just stringing us along
and was there something wrong in what I heard,
for every hour of the day?
Late at night
I can see so clearly
They see right through me
And I know that ten years before
I was the kid at the corner store and I still know
And at that age things are so confusing
And no matter what I tried
I still wound up losing. are things still that confusing?
And at that age, that awkward age
I knew someday that things would change
Have I been thinking too much tonight
When I think of how my life's gone by?
And at that age...
There were things that I never really knew
And I keep hearing my parents say:
"Do as I say, don't say as I do."
What could I do?
Dopeman dopeman's got another big plan
to sell it to you or anyone he can
because this is much better than minimum wage
no matter how things work he's still gonna get paid
think about it for a minute more -
it's either work at McDonalds or the corner store
a quick money fix from a deal or 2
when a decision comes down
what would you do?
you take - take a welfare state
or a dopeman's fate
and keep the cycle spinnin' round
dopeman dopeman's got the upperhand
people wanna get as much as they can
because those reasons they'll always stay the same
and for some people it's the only way to stay sane
and think about it for a minute more -
a life of crime or hangin' round the liquor store
a quick drug fix to get you through
when the decision comes down
what would you do?
Step it up my life spent round the clock has got me running on a treadmill with no time to stop and competition has put a price on time, see all the people you left behind and step on all the people that have fell behind, competition has put a price on time. Man, I'm all I've got, like it or not, I'm all I've got. I'm Econolodged.
Second street west of 39th
Tries to sleep
But he only winds up walking all night
Tries to remeber when his head was right...
Sees his breath in the corner light
He walks away from his life
He tries to find...
Third street east of 49th
Can't sleep
She always seems to cry all night
Smokes another as the neighbors fight
Can't seem to keep her head on right
She wonders where's her life
She tries to find...
And when your thoughts are all you're finding
Can't you feel your gears are grinding you into the ground.
Happyman smiles almost every single day,
too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze,
he's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do.
choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.
I say, you say, you say its work yeah its work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world
(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)
Friday night on coke with a crow bar,
left at two in the back of Doug's car,
without a plan and being fucked up,
looking' to get something for ourselves.
Friday night at three at a side door,
Doug said try to get the door just once more
I said man this all fucked up
just looking to get something
something for ourselves
feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself
fuck doug
I'm not going out like this
he said man I'm all I got and I won't be missed
this makes no sense
it makes no sense to me
this isn't the way its supposed to be
He's just like anyone
he's just like anybody
he's just like frank
and I know it
and he knows it
it's his one sided point of view
I know it when he says
it's my way, or the wrong way
and I don't care about you
but to see my side wouldn't be the worst thing he could do
when someone's politic blinds you
and binds you
to something you don't believe in
and he's just like anyone...
and I saw him walking on my way
path third street just the other day
why doesn't he understand views keep changing?
It seems I can't explain it all
all the reasons gone and I just can't seem to shake
what I've been brought up on
and well it hard to say
and its hard to explain
that all the things I've known are feeling strange
I guess I'll always have tradition
to fall back on
and just what the hell
am I supposed to do
just accept someone else's point of view
and we could ramble on and on and still not know...
and what keeps rolling through my brain
it keeps running like a non-stop frieght train
its that tradition seems to stick to you
just like krazy glue
I met her in the morning, and my heart stood still
A do run run run, a do run run
Somebody told me that her name was Jill
A do run run run, a do run run
Yeah my oh my, yeah all the time
When I walked her home
A do run run run, a do run run
Its got me on the run, its got my brain tied
Its got me down as the trains pass by
All these people crowding my sight
I wonder if my head was ever screwed on tight
Concrete buildings are all that I see
I used to never let it bother me
Last train remember me
Walking past the cracks on 2nd street, watching
Lights and sounds the city desn't sleep, and I say
Get this fucking city out of my brain, so I
Guess I'll have to wait for the last train
Remember me...
Now listen up and hear what i'm saying
If he's not talking to himself
Then he must be praying
Shine my shoes and ask for a dime
Then pick my pockets while i'm in line
He keeps telling me the score
Down at the liquor store
Something's not right
Urban sprrawl, from urban blight
something's not right
when history turn into a building site
locked out, fenced up, closed down without a sound
Something's not right
when downtown is just all blinking lights
Something's not right
when strip malls and condos are at your every side
Do you see me out there
Getting ready to go
Packing my frustrations away
I can always go for miles and still don't know
Why my disappointments always stay,
Packing all my frustrations away...
Why my disappointments always stay...
Am I wasting my time
I don't know what I will find...
Took eighteen years to realize
I don't know the reasons why!
The day I walked away
That was my lucky day!!!
And now I think of how I lived my life
Sitting on the corner under the street light
What would I change?
And I've decided that I won't decide
So I 'll sit on the curb watching the cars roll by
who the hell needs self doubt
When it's always the same shit that goes around town
There was a time when I could say it right to you
that I was never going to leave this place
but now its "I was wrong"
and "I don't wanna fucking talk about it"
cause it feels like things have changed
Yeah well I could talk, talk, talk
and say I'm wrong, wrong, wrong
but I feel I'm in a place I've never known
and it feels like there's something wrong,
something wrong, something wrong
and I know that I don't wanna know...
I'm never going back again
there was a time when I would say I must be crazy
that I would say this place is looking strange
but now its "I'm kinda lost" and "I just don't remember"
because things never stay the same...yeah, well I could talk, talk...
Man its really strange
this city never stays the same
its always
"I've got to keep on moving and I've got to keep on going"
but maybe it's to keep itself sane
that its always
"I've got to keep on going, so I don't have any feeling"
So I'm on my way out of this place that has me turning numb
I'm on my way,
all the feeling in this place has up and gone
so with one hand on the wheel
and the other out the window
with a smile on my face
and my middle finger up
with on hand on the wheel
this city's going crazy
without a care that its all fucked up
Something's out there
and it takes me away
from a world too small to stay
something's out there
Another day in this place so small,
I'd rather be somebody else
maybe if my mind wasn't so tall,
I wouldn't be able to tell
and I've walked these streets
it seems like 10 million times
and I've seen things up and leave
time after time
(and its just another day) in this place so small
I'd rather be somebody else
old habits die hard
There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up
No money, no respect and too much bad luck
Desperation had gotten to him at last
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
And I knew a man everyone thought
Ws out of his mind
He had a cane and seemed to be around all the time
And it's a shame, when a car rolls past
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
I always thought of music as more than words and sound,
something more like inspiration that picks you off the ground,
when your down...
And I, know that music will pull me through.
So it's a soundcheck to an empty room.
If I had a scheme for everything,
It seems that I'd more content with it all,
If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts,
and my dumb dreams
I could deal with this nonstop spinning world.
If only I could say that everything's ok
take a good look
and look the other way,
frustration, hell, who needs it anyway.
I'd rather sit back,
and just smoke cigarattes.
be the one with the loudest mouth
be the most closed minded that I could get
Throw the brick one more time
Thinking of the problems that I left behind
Throw the brick
The world keeps on spinning.
Inside his head keeps on spinning.
Wishing he could be on top for once,
seems he hasn't spoke a word in months.
It's the complications that make him lazy
and it's the frustrations that make him so lazy.
He's the whipping boy.
I wish I could have it all
And even if I could and then I would take it all,
Start it new with one thing that I could do
One wish I'd take it all away
I'd take it all away from you
I'd wish it all away...
When you look around
What you got don't mean a thing...
Waiting, waiting, waiting - stop!
You gotta stand and pick yourself up...
Hanging around don't mean a thing
Unless you hold the power ring.