Well, I'm standing in the queue And I can't stand anymore missing you And I, I can't stand the pain And I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set
Don't have a life That I wanna live with you There's a thousand things That I'd rather do It's my life, told you There's none for you Just let me be You
Got these little pills To curb your appetite Take a couple of these You'll be up all night I can scream, I can jump, I can shout I can tear the whole
Can't explain the way I feel It's all so clear, it's all so real Some kind of game, they're all the same Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame You
Well they divided up all the land And we've got states and cities Cities have their neighborhoods And more subdivisions There's countries divided by
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Eight miles high and when you touch down You'll find that it's stranger than known Signs in the street that say where you're going Are somewhere just
I've got something she wants She's got something I need Got a lock on my heart She's got the keys Softly spoken words of love These are what she says
Go We do it all for fun you know Jump and shout and scream Get loaded after the show It's all part of our scheme Don't hate us 'cause we're just kids
Find me a country Far from my home Sent me on an airline And they told me where I'm going Well, I know they tried to get me here Just to see if I would
If I listened to the things that you said Everything would fall apart If I did all the things that you do Everything could fall apart Let's not listen
Welcome to this world that we live in Normal people going for a spin And we don't realize That it changes all our lives Every day somebody's asking questions
It's just like a battle zone You got a bottle, now you're on your own Gotta be a scotch or a kamikaze None of those other weapons will faze me First
Well, well, I can hear the treetops in the distance I can see your hollowed eyes What have you done to yourself in this instance? I guess it comes as
Down on a flexible flyer To the bottom how fast I would go Just waiting for me under the tree And out in the snow A cowboy, a nurse or a fireman There
When I was younger, worrying about it Trying to make these decisions for myself Then I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it And I don't
Well, could you be the one they talk about? Well, hiding inside behind another door Or is it only happiness you want? Does wanting a feeling matter any
Women sewed the stars and stripes And the men, they fought the wars Children learned arithmetic And everyone was poor Young man was the hero of the day