TLG Lyrics

Sing for Your Supper 7"
Turn The Record Over
Sing For Your Supper


The Split EP (demo tracks)
Believe In The Poet
Identity
I'm The Disease (bonus track)


Old Skars & Upstarts Volume 6 Compilation album
Devil's In The Details
I Was Young Once
Baby Don't Ask Why


Out Of Time album
1970's Whore
Girls Girls
Oi! & Alleyways
Not The One
The Original
Heart Is A Drumbeat
Murder Creek
I Know You
Gimme Something Real
Wild Child
Monster
Child Of The Concrete
Mick Strummer
The Alleyman
Thin White Line


Continuity Breakout (27 Red) album
45
Continuity Breakout
Dressed In Red
The Original
Leave Me My Freedom


S/T album
Fade To White
Please Please
Nostalgia
I Know You
Situation
Alas Babylon
Neon City
Patent Pending


 

 

 


 

 

 




 

 

 



Turn The Record Over:
​Sing For Your Supper 7"


Let's get up and go
Running thru the city with an adolescent refrain
It's just me and my best friends

I said you feeling all right now?
He said "I will with another round"
Turn the record over again
Can't shake this feeling
Let's go
Line them all up and we'll drink them all down
Bottle on empty, boots hit the ground
Gotta find me another love
A copping mechanism

These people, this city, our songs
We belong united as one
Turn the record over again
Can't shake this feeling
Let's go
I've got my radio blaster
I've got my one Telecaster
I've got it good
I am surrounded by the great disaster
I wanted shelter, a new religion
Somewhere I can lay my head without defaulted criticism
This song's for all the punks
This song's for all the skins
This song's for all the freaks who never were believed in

Take this night it's ours
Living for the lyric hour
Running thru the city with an adolescent refrain
It's just me and my best friends


What's make you get up and go
I've learned to live it, love it, and let it all go
Thru music we will never die

Take this night it's ours
Living for the lyric hour
Running thru the city with an adolescent refrain
It's just me and my best friends

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Sing For Your Supper:
​Sing For Your Supper 7"


Sticks and stones can break my bones but your words will always linger
Tho some unspoken your window's clear
You've got me wrapped around your finger

I've been lied to
I've been tied to a world of grandiose reprieve
Shut down, knocked out so I lay myself down
Down in the web we weave

Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Red blood drips from your blood red lips
Bite the hand that feeds you just enough to make you ill
I've been lied to
I've been tied to a world of grandiose reprieve
Shut down, knocked out so I lay myself down
Down in the web we weave

Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease

Your grief with the best intentions
Your grief demands an answer

Sing for your supper children
Feed your rancid disease
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Believe In The Poet:
​The Split EP


Writer out of water
He's singing a noble song
But it doesn't matter
His body is rotting long
Way before the sprockets are changing
In this machine that controls the commonwealth 

Push em  all back
Put em up against the wall
Cry out loud for the individual 
One percent representing your best liberties
Tease your ego, nothing more 

Even tho nothing will change

One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 

Here's to Washington
And they're watching out for all of them
Washing their hands clean
Of the dirty, the sick and tired, hungry and the poor
Always keep them counting, wanting 
Four more years of smoke and mirrors
Try for all you can
Sing out loud for the common average man
Start inside a riot
Open up and get violent
Money always equals power
They sensor you get louder
Falling on deaf and jaded hands

Even tho nothing will change

One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 

Taken from a lonely mother's son
I know I'm not the one
I'm not the only one

Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you
Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you

One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope
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Identity:
The Split EP


Trapped in a mind relentless, a cerebellum hell
What's my identity, without it I'm forgettable
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me

Just give me two words and a lucid tongue, pull the hook into the view
Gunshot  set me off now I see the letter, it's not always black and blue
It's all been said before, there's nothing new about it
Well if it's such a bore, why can't I live without it

Pump it up while I can put a track down
I'm not dead till I'm in the ground
If I don't give it all then I have lost
Give your pity to the next cause

Trapped in a mind relentless, a cerebellum hell
What's my identity, without it I'm forgettable
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me

I've come to sell piece of heart
Chewing at the salt
Earn your stripes, name your price
Damn them if they fault
Call in the cavalry to save the princess and the lamb
Burn your eyes for sacrifice, I'll see them once again

Pump it up while I can put a track down
I'm not dead till I'm in the ground
If I don't give it all then I have lost
Give your pity to the next cause

Trapped in a mind relentless, a cerebellum hell
What's my identity, without it I'm forgettable
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
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I'm The Disease:
The Split EP


Show me a man, a bright shining hero
I'll write you a tragedy
He could hang himself from glorified misery
Petechial dystopiatic dream

I want more to believe in, not glory that's bought and sold
I've been tied to and lied to
A grandiose reprieve of long ago

Sing a song where heroines prevail
She dies alone, no one to hear her bell
Between death and glory or lifeless and mundane
I long to be the name for kiss and tell
It's not about the fights we've won and lost
The merit's in the battles that we wage
Create a story sung from the mouth of babes
To contend throughout the timeless mortal range

I want more to believe in, not glory that's bought and sold
I've been tied to and lied to
A grandiose reprieve of long ago

Mad men stray homeward bound
Hope will bring you down
Tragedy
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Devil's In The Details:
Old Skars & Upstarts Volume 6 Compilation album 

You use us and abuse us
Spinning politics to confuse us
You’re a bad man who could never understand
The liberties and limitations in our hands

 
I hear the poets speak the voices from the bathroom walls
Hear the laymen rise up from the dust
Her soapbox our call
 
Devils in the details
Devils in the details
Devils in the details of wind and sails
 
It’s the dotted line that trips deaf, dumb, and blind
Converting nonbelievers to hollow shrines
It’s a futile plan to make you understand
Formalities aside, don’t you shake my hand
 
Devils in the details
Devils in the details
Devils in the details of wind and sails
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I Was Young Once:
Old Skars & Upstarts Volume 6 Compilation album

 
Someone answer my cries, I don’t care who
As the sun sets over Anaheim
If you’ve seen what I've seen and been where I’ve been
You'd be crying yourself and be wondering when
 
Will someone speak out and out an end to it now 
Instead of dreaming and waiting and wondering how
Will someone speak out and put an end to it all
Well I’ll be there to watch it all fall
 
When I was much younger I played in these bands 
Got used for their work and get kicked to the can
Now that I’m a little older, man, I'll do what I can
To make sure that shit don’t ever happen again
There’s one thing that makes me sick
Is when young bands are held down, stomped and kicked
Tied to ground and never let go
Can’t get ahead cause all the money they owe
 
Put the bullet right in me my love
Give me the bullet, one, two, three my love
 
I was there once, I was young and naive
Fed fucking lies and forced to believe
That all the hard work was gonna get me somewhere
What I didn’t know was none of them cared
We were kids, we're excited
About the shows and the friends we invited 
There were all there the first couple times
But after nine or ten shows we couldn’t sell to save our lives
 
Put the bullet right in me my love
Give me the bullet, one, two, three my love
 
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
 
Someone answer my cries, I don’t care who
As the sun sets over Anaheim
When I realized that shit wasn’t right
That’s when I decided to fight
I lashed out, I gave em hell
Crumbled right before me right before it fell
That’s when I took battle cry
Took a stand and looked to the light
 
So put the bullet right in me my love
Give me the bullet, one, two, three my love
 
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
 
Have you ever seen an angel
Have you ever seen an angel
Have you ever seen an angel flying over me
My guardian, my shining light to see
No you’ll never seen no angel flying over me
I’ve got no one looking over me
 
So put the bullet right in me my love
Give me the bullet, one, two, three my love
 
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
Who’s letting these kids run the scene
I was young once
That’s the last fucking thing I need to see
I was young once
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Baby Don't Ask Why:
Old Skars & Upstarts Volume 6 Compilation album

 
Everything I wanted was everything I didn’t have
When I dream about the future I’m dripping about the dirty past
Baby don’t you tell me “please, why do you live so fast"
Ever since birth my first day on earth I’ve been looking for the newest fix
Whether lust, romance, or the suicide dance it’s always something that never last
Baby don’t you tell me “please, why do you live so fast”
 
I was hustling in the alley when I shoulda been reading and writing
Shooting and boozing and betting on a loosing hand
Dare don’t ask me why, how come I never tried
I was born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
 
Everything I wanted was everything I didn’t have
When I dream about the future I’m dripping about the dirty past
Baby don’t you tell me “please, why do you live so fast"
 
I was hustling in the alley when I shoulda been reading and writing
Shooting and boozing and betting on a loosing hand
Dare don’t ask me why, how come I never tried
I was born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
I was born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
Born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
Born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
Born with the wrong ideas
Born with the wrong ideas
Born with the wrong ideas and not a bit of class
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1970's Whore:
Out Of Time album

 
Where did you go
How did you know exactly what I needed
I’m here all alone
When are you coming home
I have the wounds you feed upon
 
I don’t know what to do
Eyes are turing blue
Over and over a few
 
Running away
It doesn’t matter today
Tomorrow’s lessons will never come
I’m thinking of you
Are you thinking of me
If you are then how come you never call
 
You’re just misunderstood
Like a modern day Robin Hood
Stealing innocence from the good
 
That girl was my best friend
That girl meant the world to me
Everything I do is a tribute to her
I know she’d do the same for me
 
Second verse, same as the first
Tricked you, it’s all of the same
Got you again, welcome my new friend
I.E. could never you replace
 
You’re anywhere but here
A thousand miles in gear
Knocking back beer after beer
 
That girl was my best friend
That girl meant the world to me
Everything I do is a tribute to her
I know she’d do the same for me
 
When are you coming back to me
When are you coming back to Cali
 
Random spagak, naked chicken sex
The X-E-N-T-R-I-X
It happens to be the things that you never see
Changes so eloquently
 
I’ve seen you here before
But with several different faces of war
Now you’re a 1970’s whore
Come home to me
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Girls Girls:
Out Of Time album
 
Don’t talk back accessories
Cold bitch stare and on their knees
Never wear a watch or leaving the kitchen
Girls are there to serve and appease
 
Girls, girls, they’re a dime a dozen
Boy, boys, threat them all the same
You, you, you never said I was nothing
But I, I, I’ve learned the game
 
Midnight stroll along the boardwalk
Hold their hand so they feel safe
Tell them their the only one
Then the weekend comes and you’re back in the race
 
Girls, girls, they’re a dime a dozen
Boy, boys, threat them all the same
You, you, you never said I was nothing
But I, I, I’ve learned the game
 
I’ve learned the game
I’ve learned the game
I’ve learned the game
I’ve learned the game
 
Speak when you are spoken to
Boy, you don’t know who is who
I’ll call you when I’m feeling blue
But in the meantime, I’ll do what I'll do
 
Girls, girls, they’re a dime a dozen
Boy, boys, threat them all the same
You, you, you never said I was nothing
But I, I, I’ve learned the game
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Oi! & Alleyways:
Out Of Time album

 
Said we’re gonna make it last forever
Never end up like all the others
Waking up at dawn, working till midnight
Ain’t got enough time for any of our old friends
Can we go back to oi! & alleyways
Where there’s life and a spark and the reason to live are your
 
Friends are family
We were kids living join the streets
We don’t care for tomorrow
Cause today there ain’t no sorrow
 
Little dirty Tom got clean and sober
12 years later he’s over and over
Ryan was a stage punk with plenty of attitude
Never saw it coming when he up and quit oi! tunes
Red, Skinner, Hart, Marina, Devin hang around
We’re the last of the gang but there’s no gang in town
 
Friends are family
We were kids living join the streets
We don’t care for tomorrow
Cause today there ain’t no sorrow
 
Oi! & alleyways
Oi! & alleyways
Oi! & alleyways
Oi! & alleyways
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Not The One:
Out Of Time album
 
I’ve got man who’s carrying a mountain
I’ve got plans to reach the top 
I’ve got man who’s willing to stop and
Take me in and care for me but he don’t know me
 
I’ve got a head that’s dented on and bruised
I’m the kind that likes to hurt you
You better run cause I will eat you
How I love to love you still, I’m not the one
 
I’ve got man who’s carrying a mountain
I’ve got plans to reach the top 
I’ve got man who’s willing to stop and
How I love to love you still, I’m not the one
How I love to love you still, I’m not the one
How I love to love you still, I’m not the one
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The Original:
Out Of Time album
 
You want me dead, you want me dead
You can’t get me out of your head
You wish me well, but I’ll see you in hell
You can’t afford to have me killed
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
It’s six o’clock and you can’t be stopped
You gotta be somewhere that’s hot
In a kiss and kill state you’re all about hate
Your insecurities would never relate to the charts
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
We’re just pawns in your game
Rules enforced to earn you fame
Take advantage of music’s should
You ain’t got one of you’re own
 
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
 
So created, manipulated
I can’t to see you
So created, manipulated
I can’t stand to see you overrated
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
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Heart Is A Drumbeat:
Out Of Time album
 
Heart is a drumbeat
Begging, begging I need you
Pulsating at my feet, you bleed sweetly
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
 
Pressure’s unnerving, delay in reality and I’m done
Thirty three phantoms, divided by three, you’re number one
I lost my mind, I loose myself overtime
In your movements, in the haunted way you’re mine
And the music came right on time
 
Heart is a drumbeat
Begging, begging I need you
Pulsating at my feet, you bleed sweetly
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
 
Red lips are fatal in the blistering autumn night
It’s so distracting when the blood is set to fight
The air is thick now with the density of lines
Beat, beat on me babe, slap me around and I’ll be fine
And the music came right on time
Music came right on time
 
Heart is a drumbeat
Begging, begging I need you
Pulsating at my feet, you bleed sweetly
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
Yeah, the heart is a drumbeat
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Murder Creek:
Out Of Time album
 
I keep my friends close to me
I keep my enemies closer
But you’re a snake
I keep your head on a stake
 
Walk softly, whisper slow
You fear what you seek
Run faster, don’t look back
Taste the dirty of murder creek
 
My satisfaction is bitter sweet
Cause I’ve grown accustom to this hate
But vengeance is the key
To lock up your memory
 
Walk softly, whisper slow
You fear what you seek
Run faster, don’t look back
Taste the dirty of murder creek
 
Murder creek
Murder creek
Murder creek
Murder creek
 
Taste the dirty of a murder creek
Taste the dirty of a murder creek
Taste the dirty of a murder creek
Taste the dirty of a murder creek
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I Know You:
Out Of Time album
 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
 
I guess you won’t be remembering me
On the contrary
I’m branded with the
Memory of lovely plastic kisses and a distant you
 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
 
I know that I’m not the one that got away
I was just here to fill your day
Only close when pelvises kissed
But sitting here with him I wish that I meant more to you
 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
I know you
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Gimme Something Real:
Out Of Time album
 
Gimme something good, gimme something real
I need to love, I need to feel
You’re rock and roll glamour, this degenerate fad
I’ll be dancing when you’re good and dead
 
Gimme, gimme something real
Gimme, gimme something real
Gimme, gimme something real
 
Gimme something good, gimme something real
I need to love, I need to feel
You’re rock and roll glamour, this degenerate fad
I’ll be dancing when you’re good and dead
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Wild Child:
Out Of Time album
 
Hey you, I know you’re selling
Step down, I’ve been to hell and
Background sounds are in season
You're out of time and I'm out of reasons
 
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
 
Too bad everything is nothing new
In between the lines it’s never you
You’re not the image of insanity
Rock and roll is not a tool of vanity
 
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
Wild child, wild child
You’re not as wicked as you want to be
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Monster:
Out Of Time album
 
You made a monster
You made a monster out of me
I am the monster
Complete with all monstrosities
I am the monster
Scream Dracula, scream
 
You are the monster
You are the monster inside of me
Crawl up inside me
Curl up and die and fall asleep
I am the monster
Scream Dracula, scream
 
Monster, I am
Monster, I am
Monster, I am
Monster, I am
 
You made a monster
You made a monster out of me
I am the monster
Complete with all monstrosities
I am the monster
Scream Dracula, scream
Scream Dracula, scream 
Scream Dracula, scream
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Child Of The Concrete:
Out Of Time album
 
I’m a child of the concrete and I regret Jamestown
Tho they fight for some clean streets there’s always blood on the grounds
Do you fear what I fear, that this is all a joke
I’ll drink another sad beer, then switch to whiskey coke
 
Do you know that I know you better than you know yourself
Street lights aren’t dim enough to hold you when you sleep
 
I look onward for a little peace still I look upwards towards the ground
All the soldier marching nine to five are shadows cast up from the land
 
Do you fear what I fear, that I might die alone
I hope you’re thinking “good to see her” that night in old Corona
 
Do you know that I know I never knew your giving name
City lights aren’t lime enough to dull away the pain
 
I’m all alone
I’m all alone
I’m all alone
I’m all alone
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Mick Strummer:
Out Of Time album
 
You took too little too much
I loved your bi-metal touch
The touch of silver tongue
Silver tongue and cheek in thigh
Oh deep inside of mine
The music never died inside
 
Someone come and save me
Someone come and save me
I thought you could save me
But I was already over the edge
 
Looking for a good time it’s me
I’m smiling laconically
Suck it up, even the score
No more a perfect whore
No less you’re just a mess
Fucking damsels in distress
 
Someone come and save me
Someone come and save me
I thought you could save me
But I was already over the edge
 
We had our good times for sure
You’re no Mick Strummer lover
Never was I such a fool
I came like such a tool
Your M.I.A got old
You were the greatest Hamrock and roll swindle
 
Someone come and save me
Someone come and save me
I thought you could save me
But I was already over the edge
 
You took too little too much
You took too little too much
You and your silvery tongue
You took too little too much
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The Alleyman:
Out Of Time album
 
Know your riots in the streets
Know your face of enemies
Understand your alleyman
What they’ve lost we shall gain
We shall never be ashamed of who we are
Don’t breathe in vain
 
And the meek shall inherit while the weak shall just perish
You and I, we’ll stand alone
And the meek shall inherit while the weak shall just perish
You and I, we’ll stand alone
Yes you and I, we’ll stand alone
 
Debilitated, paralyzed
Bound by fear and tranquilized
Roman strategies, fire in my eyes
Warrior drums, battle looms
In the city learn your moves
Don’t misinterpret local urban hues
 
And the meek shall inherit while the weak shall just perish
You and I, we’ll stand alone
And the meek shall inherit while the weak shall just perish
You and I, we’ll stand alone
Yes you and I, we’ll stand alone
 
Know your riots
Know your alleyman
Know your riots
Know your alleyman
Know your riots
Know your alleyman
Know your riots
Know your alleyman
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Thin White Line (The Avengers):
Out Of Time album
 
I'm riding on a thin white line
Standing in the doorway of cloud nine
And you see me in the window
Of a chauffeured limousine
You see me on the TV
Radio and the magazine
Don't ask me how I feel
Or if I'm coming home
 
You say, “don't go, don't go
Don't go to Babylon”
Well, hey Joe, I'm already there
 
You can hear me for a million miles
I'm surrounded by a thousand dials
And what I want to see
Is a million more of me
Black plastic discs going round
And round and round and round
Don't ask me why I changed
I never did
 
You say “don't go, don't go
Don't go to Babylon”
Well, hey Joe, I'm already there
 
I'm flying on a thin white line
Standing in the doorway of what's mine
Please, don't you try and stop me from going in
Don't talk about the blood
Running down my chin
Don't ask me how I feel
Cause I feel fine
 
You say “don't go, don't go
Don't go to Babylon”
Well, hey Joe, I'm already there
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45:
Continuity Breakout (Red 27) album
 
Break the silence with a 45
Stop the violence with a 45 
Shall we dance to a 45
I’m alive with a 45
 
I feel so alive with my 45
Watch you reel and writhe 
At the end of my lovely 45
 
Who’s afraid with a 45
I’m a slave to a 45
Teeth on the barrel of a 45
I’m alive with a 45
 
I feel so alive with my 45
Watch you reel and writhe 
At the end of my lovely 45
 
I hate you cause you hate me
Broadcasted on the BBC
Shock and roll radio on LSD
45 revolution spree
 
I’m alive with my 45
Watch you reel and writhe 
At the end of my lovely 45
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Continuity Breakout:
Continuity Breakout (Red 27) album
 
Running from the sun passing by 27th and Gaffey
Don’t know where we’re going but it don’t matter anyway
Just one of the moment when nothing can go astray, I pray
These lyrical transgressions, it’s all poetry
 
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for a moment
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for anything
 
Continuity breakout
Just you and me
 
Those looks and lashes don’t do anything to me
Go ahead and sing it sister, I need new enemies and sleaze
One year later I’m singing this song
Feelings never lasted this long
Somehow I’m still swinging and swaying to every single word you say
 
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for a moment
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for anything
 
Continuity breakout
Just you and me
 
Liberty bell gave me hell
Sure has a nice ring
To sing to, lean into
Give unto others as they’ve done to
Done to you, it’s not who you
I know you, I know you
Don’t got far from the red horizons
 
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for a moment
Can’t stop, can’t stop for the morning
Can’t stop, can’t stop for anything
 
Continuity breakout
Break down the bars of an old routine
Continuity breakout
Drive for miles just to be set free
Continuity breakout
Leave this town find serenity
Just you and me
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Dressed In Red:
Continuity Breakout (Red 27) album
 
I’m dressing in white
You’re draped in red
These thoughts ring out
Playing in my head
 
Every night I see your face
I see your face degenerate
Deteriorate, annihilated
Love the taste, I love the taste
 
I love the hate
I feed I rape
Off of every sin
You learned to begin
 
Every night I see your face
I see your face degenerate
Deteriorate, annihilated
Love the taste, I love the taste
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The Original:
Continuity Breakout (Red 27) album
 
You want me dead, you want me dead
You can’t get me out of your head
You wish me well, but I’ll see you in hell
You can’t afford to have me killed
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
It’s six o’clock and you can’t be stopped
You gotta be somewhere that’s hot
In a kiss and kill state you’re all about hate
Your insecurities would never relate to the charts
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
We’re just pawns in your game
Rules enforced to earn you fame
Take advantage of music’s should
You ain’t got one of you’re own
 
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
 
So created, manipulated
I can’t to see you
So created, manipulated
I can’t stand to see you overrated
 
You can’t get rid of me
You need me
I will always be the original
 
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
You want me dead
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Leave Me My Freedom:
Continuity Breakout (Red 27) album

 
Viva la revolution
Leave me my freedom
There is no obligation
To expel any passion
 
I need my freedom
I need my freedom
There is no freedom
Leave me my freedom
 
It is not you, it’s only me
It’s so cliche, but so were we
And I tend to fuck up everything that I need
Especially when I am happy
 
I need my freedom
I need my freedom
There is no freedom
Leave me my freedom
 
Never said I wouldn’t hurt
Never said I wouldn’t cry
Never said I wouldn’t bleed
Never thought I would have died
 
I nearly died
I nearly died
I nearly died
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Fade To White:
S/T album

 
Doesn’t it feel good to be you
Sitting outside the venue with nothing to do
Than to bitch about how damn oppressed you are
Singing songs of liberation from government rule
 
But you don’t know how lucky you are
Living in this city free from a war
Well, to middle east civilians this ain’t nothing so new
Yeah, you sure know the meaning of being used
 
You don’t know what you’ve lost till it’s gone
Hey, ho, let’s go, bombings all night long
I don’t know why you sing of rebellion
Youth, freedom, friendship, I don’t see what’s so wrong with that
 
Look at that young poor little fool
Screaming punk rock’s a way of live by dying is too
And oppression is something that few of us know
I pray to God everyday that I never will
 
But you don’t know how lucky you are
Living in this city free from a war
Well, to middle east civilians this ain’t nothing so new
Yeah, you sure know the meaning of being used
 
You don’t know what you’ve lost till it’s gone
Hey, ho, let’s go, bodies all night long
I still don’t know why you sing of rebellion
Youth, freedom, friendship, I don’t see what’s so wrong with that
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Please Please:
​S/T album

 
Please, please stop me
Read between the lines
Put me back in my cage
I don’t want to hurt know more
Please, please lock all the doors
Take me, break me, make me yours
It’s a round about and something always snapped
 
Winter’s ever and the feelings are so cold
Icy words echo, vibrate thru the phone
You’re only seconds away, but we are miles apart
I can’t understand or describe where I’m going with this
 
Please, please stop me
Read between the lines
Put me back in my cage
I don’t want to hurt know more
Please, please lock all the doors
Take me, break me, make me yours
It’s a round about and something always snapped
 
Make everything ok
Tell me that you hate me
Please won’t you just say
That you just don’t care about me
Thoughts of her, thoughts of she
That once son innocent girl
Suck out my last breath
And let me fall to the floor
 
Please, please stop me
Read between the lines
Put me back in my cage
I don’t want to hurt know more
Please, please lock all the doors
Take me, break me, make me yours
It’s a round about and something always snapped
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Nostalgia:
​S/T album

 
There ain’t any message, just a feeling
Self expressionary, a teenage angst
Preacher, preacher no I ain’t one
Ink expressions of anger, hope, and fun
It’s not pride of the past that I share, tho there is nostalgia
Documentaries of climbing out the ditch, then falling down again
Teacher, Teacher listen to me know
Come to know conclusions
Don’t go throwing the books at me
I never made it quite clear
 
Historical facts, that’s all they ever were
A timeline of good and bad
I can’t hold my head up high
But I won’t let it hang down in shame for who I was
Cause hunny, who I was it made me who I am
 
Different personalities tell me that I shouldn’t sing true
That I should filter, repress, and praise red, white and blue
But bus stop login and romance by the bottle
The good, the bad, the ugly days
I’ll never let them fade away
 
It’s not pride of the past that I share, tho there is nostalgia
Documentaries of climbing out the ditch, then falling down again
Teacher, teacher listen to me know
Come to know conclusions
Don’t go throwing the books at me
I never made it quite clear
 
Historical facts, that’s all they ever were
A timeline of good and bad
I can’t hold my head up high
But I won’t let it hang down in shame for who I was
Cause hunny, who I was it made me who I am
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I Know You:
​S/T album

 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
 
I guess you won’t be remembering me
On the contrary
I’m branded with the
Memory of lovely plastic kisses and a distant you
 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
 
I know that I’m not the one that got away
I was just here to fill your day
Only close when pelvises kissed
But sitting here with him I wish that I meant more to you
 
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
You always remember the mates you’ve loved
I know you
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Situation:
​S/T album

 
I’m too scared to think and I don’t know what to do
People tell me different and I don’t know what’s the truth
Generation X is really knocking at my door
Gonna know me down and I’ll be on the floor
 
I don’t want anything to do with the likes of you
I’m not gonna fall to the ground with your jaded crew
And I’m not gonna follow the crowd to my self destruction
But the more that I stray I find myself in the same situation
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Alas Babylon:
​S/T album

 
Nuclear attack
The a-bomb’s back, it’s back
Duck and cover if you see a flash
 
Annihilate everything, take no prisoners
The world is up for grabs
Total destruction
All hope is lost and the sun isn’t shining
This is so wonderful
Total destruction
 
Man’s high noon
The ultimate show down, get down
It’s the final pace for the human race
 
Annihilate everything, take no prisoners
The world is up for grabs
Total destruction
All hope is lost and the sun isn’t shining
This is so wonderful
Total destruction
 
Devastated cities
No man’s land, waste land
Black some rises, fire consumes
 
Annihilate everything, take no prisoners
The world is up for grabs
Total destruction
All hope is lost and the sun isn’t shining
This is so wonderful
Total destruction
 
What’s said is done
Ain’t it fun, so fun
Alas Babylong, so long
 
Annihilate everything, take no prisoners
The world is up for grabs
Total destruction
All hope is lost and the sun isn’t shining
This is so wonderful
Total destruction
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Neon City:
​S/T album

 
Neon city, we're a disappointment
No we ain’t pretty in our mother’s eyes
Florescent nightmare, your lonely pain
Your nostalgic atmosphere, my lyrical muse
 
I first met you
In my naiveness
I fell in love
Toxic and intoxicating
 
Neon city, we're a disappointment
No we ain’t pretty in our mother’s eyes
Florescent nightmare, your lonely pain
Your nostalgic atmosphere, my lyrical muse
 
I melt down into your sinful sidewalks
I slip down between your seducing cracks
Decomposing my body, corrupt my head
But feed my heart and my soul
I fill her streets and she fills me
 
Neon city, we're a disappointment
No we ain’t pretty in our mother’s eyes
Florescent nightmare, your lonely pain
Your nostalgic atmosphere, my lyrical muse
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Patent Pending:
​S/T album

 
I feel good, yeah I feel so right
Hollywood better hold on tight
I’m gonna go go get em one way or another
Please forgive me my dear mother
Father son, holy ghost, can’t forget them all
Omnipotent watching tall
Dominating double X
Next in the line
Best in the lime
Served all of my time
 
I’m patent pending
Under construction
Always evolving
When will I be just one
 
Tell me what you want and I’ll do it
What you need and I’ll give it too you
Till you bleed me dry
Red is caught in your eye
I’ll do what I do till you do it to
Sing songs to waitress to
My Costello hold my hand
Lead me to the promise land
 
All gears are turning
And Im so sick of burning
Wasted my wasted youth
Public storage stores the truth
 
I’m patent pending
Under construction
Always evolving
When will I be just one
 
I feel good, yeah I feel so right
Hollywood better hold on tight
I’m gonna go go get em one way or another
Please forgive me my dear mother
Father son, holy ghost, can’t forget them all
Omnipotent watching tall
Dominating double X
Next in the line
Best in the lime
Served all of my time
 
I’m patent pending
Under construction
Always evolving
When will I be just one
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Writer out of water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He's singing a noble song
But it doesn't matter
His body is rotting long
Way before the sprockets are changing
In this machine that controls the commonwealth 
 
Push em  all back
Put em up against the wall
Cry out loud for the individual 
One percent representing your best liberties
Tease your ego, nothing more 
 
Even tho nothing will change
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 
 
Here's to Washington
And they're watching out for all of them
Washing their hands clean
Of the dirty, the sick and tired, hungry and the poor
Always keep them counting, wanting 

Four more years of smoke and mirrors

Try for all you can
Sing out loud for the common average man
Start inside a riot
Open up and get violent
Money always equals power
They sensor you get louder
Falling on deaf and jaded hands
 
Even tho nothing will change
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 
 
Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you
Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hopeWriter out of water
He's singing a noble song
But it doesn't matter
His body is rotting long
Way before the sprockets are changing
In this machine that controls the commonwealth 
 
Push em  all back
Put em up against the wall
Cry out loud for the individual 
One percent representing your best liberties
Tease your ego, nothing more 
 
Even tho nothing will change
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 
 
Here's to Washington
And they're watching out for all of them
Washing their hands clean
Of the dirty, the sick and tired, hungry and the poor
Always keep them counting, wanting 
Four more years of smoke and mirrors
Try for all you can
Sing out loud for the common average man
Start inside a riot
Open up and get violent
Money always equals power
They sensor you get louder
Falling on deaf and jaded hands
 
Even tho nothing will change
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope 
 
Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you
Don't let them change you
Don't let them jade you
 
One in a million thoughts could change the world
Send a message thru the wreckage
This division will never be
So let it be
Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe
Believe in the poet, I hope