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So many times when I felt down
you picked me of the ground and put me back on my feet
I had a shoulder to lean on someone who was strong
When I was fealing weak
So I did not understand that you could also need a helping hand
I'll be there to catch you You need someone when you fall down
I won't let you down again sorry that I was afraid
next time I'll be there for you like you've always

I have a friend who's only joy in life
is to skate, surf and flog his log
that is all he wants to do
and I think that's really great

but one day he had an accident
they hat to amputate his arms
guess if he was sad that day

I have this problem i like to share with you all,
God i wish i could be an intellectual.
You sit in grass with a glass of red wine in your hand,
not like my friend who drink beer as fast as they can.
You're so smart, you like art,
you read the books i would never understand.
I'm not that smart, I like to fart a teenage punk is what i am.
Your life seems like such a joy to me,

Hell
Venom

Don't cry, baby don't cry
Don't shed any tears for me

Yes I'm evil
So fucking evil

Sometimes it's hard to keep believing we can make a difference
We feel so small and useless
Like we don't count at all

But we're not powerless, we carry a thought inside our minds
And that's a weapon they can never take away from us

Money can buy anything

he used to be kind of a happy guy but then one day he said good-bye to the person he used to be and grow wings to set himself free he flew away from all of us away from what he once was a charade of phony smiles he's now a case in the x-files and the chain around his neck is a reminder a symbol of liberty how free he once was in our society he spends the day leaving his white mark on the statues of great man 'cause he remembers how he used to hate them he flies by outside my window there are not many of his kind he flies by outside my window he's the hero of our time he had a dream about this world

It's so hard waking up on a sunday morning
Look at the time then you go to sleep again
The few things you can remember
You already regret
You were not thinking 'bout the headache
you would get

You take an aspirin for breakfast

Then she told you now
It's time to move on
I can't sit around
Watching you destroy yourself like that
Can't you see it's hurting me too
I gave all I had
But I got nothing back
So now I pack my bags

I have so many things to do
Still I don't do a shit
My life is just a fuckin' bore
And I don't know what to make of it
What shall I make of myself

Don't have a job and I don't go to school
I just don't know what to do

Worn out words and platitudes, the more they talk the less we understand
Shoved around in circles

Like pieces of dirt while the oppressive forces alter back and forth
Between left and right [x2]

You went caught in the middle
Between a rock and a hard place