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Turn On The Lights
03:03
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Dear world, I'm sorry, but I had to let you know
That I'm through with your illusions, is my life all just for show
You might call me crazy, but it won't be the first time
That I've been made a pariah for not toeing the line
You can say that I'm wrong, but that doesn't make you right
'Cause I don't wanna lose, and I don't wanna fight
You gotta turn on the light! I don't wanna be blind anymore
Turn on the light! 'Cause I wanna see reality
Turn on the light! Is there something that's worth fighting for?
I've pulled the wool from my eyes
It seems so easy, but it gets harder all the time
You think you're miles ahead, but you're lagging far behind
You might think I'm lying, but I try to speak the truth
I've been that way for my whole life, and I'm not gonna change for...
You can say that I'm wrong, but that doesn't make you right
'Cause I don't wanna lose, and I don't wanna fight
You gotta turn on the light! I don't wanna be blind anymore
Turn on the light! 'Cause I wanna see reality
Turn on the light! Is there something that's worth fighting for?
I've pulled the wool from my eyes
You gotta turn on the light! I don't wanna be blind anymore
Turn on the light! 'Cause I wanna see reality
Turn on the light! Is there something that's worth fighting for?
I've pulled the wool from my eyes
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Do you even anarchy bro
Do you push kids half your size down at every show
Do you ever stop to think
That it's wrong to fuck chicks after spiking their drinks
Well I know that you think you're cool
Generic tattoos mean you break the rules.
Well I want to offer advice
But you'd probably fight me
Oi
Do you even anarchy bro
Do you spend every night fucked up on blow
Do you say you like to drink
Then wake up face first in your bathroom sink
Well I know you're king of the scene
Well at least in your dreams but not in reality
And I think that you oughta know that everyone hates you
Do you even anarchy bro
Getting fucked up don't make you punk
But you seem to think so
And that makes you a prick
Do you even anarchy bro
I don't see you at local shows
You say you're too cool for it
And that makes you a dick
Well I pity you
Yes I pity you
You're just another fuckin' sheep
Do you even anarchy bro
Do you consider yourself a punk rock pro
Do you think that you're the shit
Then wonder why you just got stabbed in the pit
Well I know you've figured it out
I guess there's no doubt you've got lots of clout
Well I think that you oughta know that we still all hate you
Do you even anarchy bro
Getting fucked up don't make you punk
But you seem to think so
And that makes you a prick
Do you even anarchy bro
I don't see you at local shows
You say you're too cool for it
And that makes you a dick
Well I pity you
Yes I pity you
You're just another fuckin' sheep
And you're a dirty, rotten creep
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3. |
Anyone But Me
03:58
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Well this story's getting old
Seems I guess I'm just the kind of guy who's left out in the cold
I know we'll always be good friends
But I'd still like the chance to bring your sadness to an end
'Cause I've loved ya since the first time that I saw you standing there
So many years ago
And I've seen you through the bullshit all the worst days of your life
But you don't even know
Well darlin' don't you cry
Some day you'll find another guy
Just anyone but me
One day, you'll be great
You'll say you found your new soulmate
She's anyone but me
All my advances are in vein
Well maybe my luck can change and I could ease my pain
I know my time is running out
So I'll write this song and hope it casts the shadow of a doubt.
'Cause I've loved ya since the first time that I saw you standing there
So many years ago
And I've seen you through the bullshit all the worst days of your life
But you don't even know
Well darlin' don't you cry
Some day you'll find another guy
Just anyone but me
One day, you'll be great
You'll say you found your new soulmate
She's anyone but me
Well maybe it's my stupid face
Or maybe it's the stupid things I say
My lack of confidence
Or something else that's pushing you away
I want an explanation
But I think I'm running out of time
Running out of time
Well darlin' don't you cry
Some day you'll find another guy
Just anyone but me
One day, you'll be great
You'll say you found your new soulmate
She's anyone but me
Well darlin' don't you cry
Some day you'll find another guy
Just anyone but me
Your life sure will turn out great
'Cause you will find your new soulmate
She's anyone but me
She's anyone but me
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4. |
Punk Rock Dress Code
02:52
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I'm feeling kinda bored today
Getting restless
I need something to do
So I made a plan
To check out a local band or two
I put on a denim vest
Tight black pants
I must admit I looked sharp
But everyone just stared
'Cause my clothes were not all torn apart.
What did I do wrong
I sang along to your songs
Oh won't somebody please explain it all to me
'Cause apparently punk rock still has a dress code
And you must conform to a tee
If you wear the wrong shirt they'll all think you're a jerk
And kick you out of the scene
I thought fashion labels were just for cool kids
But maybe that's just a cliche
You might say that I'm jealous
But I'm just rebellious
I'm not going away
I find it hard to understand
Does it matter if there's glue in my hair
Why do you think I suck
'Cause I don't wear crusty underwear
I don't have any tattoos
I know that's not trendy
But I make my own rules
You call me a fool
'Cause I don't wanna be just like you
What did I do wrong
I sang along to your songs
Oh won't somebody please explain it all to me
'Cause apparently punk rock still has a dress code
And you must conform to a tee
If you wear the wrong shirt they'll all think you're a jerk
And kick you out of the scene
I thought fashion labels were just for cool kids
But maybe that's just a cliche
You might say that I'm jealous
But I'm just rebellious
I'm not going away
I'm here to stay
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5. |
Style Over Substance
04:13
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You think you've got it made
Play some shows and you might get laid
All the kids will think you're really cool
But you're just another fool
You say you're in the know
You got promoter's numbers on your phone
And you think connections give you cred
But it's just going to your head
Your band's about to start
Think you're gonna tear this place apart
Then you put out some tired old shtick
You think it's modern art
But it lacks substance, it lacks heart
'Cause you rely on superficial tricks
The crowd just stares there, looking bored
And you can barely play a chord
You thought success was 'round the bend
But we just want your set to end
You tried to act the part
Honestly that fucked you from the start
I know it's hard to comprehend
With your head deep in the sand
I think it's time to quit
'Cause you're buried deep in your own shit
No one's gonna wanna throw you a rope
'Cause you're just another joke
Your band's about to start
Think you're gonna tear this place apart
Then you put out some tired old shtick
You think it's modern art
But it lacks substance, it lacks heart
'Cause you rely on superficial tricks
The crowd just stares there, looking bored
And you can barely play a chord
You thought success was 'round the bend
But we just want your set to end
You've chosen style over substance.
One of these days, you're gonna get your comeuppance
You'll wallow and cry
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame
Your band's about to start
Think you're gonna tear this place apart
Then you put out some tired old shtick
You think it's modern art
But it lacks substance, it lacks heart
'Cause you rely on superficial tricks
The crowd just stares there, looking bored
And you can barely play a chord
You thought success was 'round the bend
But we just want your set to end
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6. |
Everything's Offensive
02:10
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The same old story
You've told a million times before
Their laughter left them rolling on the floor
But times are changing
And some of your words caused offence
Now you find yourself pleading your defence
Better mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You better mind your P's and Q's
Or you'll end up on late night news
Mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You got a new reality, and it's all rated G
You walk a fine line
You never try to come off rude
But all the words you use have been labeled crude
You try to be humble
Until another slip of the tongue
And now you find yourself on the run
Better mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You better mind your P's and Q's
Or you'll end up on late night news
Mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You got a new reality, and it's all rated G
Better mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You better mind your P's and Q's
Or you'll end up on late night news
Mind what you say
'Cause everything's offensive now
You got a new reality, and it's all rated G
And by the way
Don't say fuck
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7. |
Echo Chamber
04:05
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You think you've got it right
So you're prepared to fight
But you don't seem to realize this world ain't black and white
I just proved you wrong
But you show no remorse
Disregarding stats and facts, you're not changing your course
You started out being respectful
Then you found anger and hate were more successful
At proving your point
At drawing conclusions
Forget all your cares, and ignore all the stares
Represent what you know, but you'll reap what you sow
Your false conclusions will carry no favor if they're from some echo chamber
Tell me how you think
What do you believe
Are you ruled by logic
Or is your heart on your sleeve
You like to carry on
You like to talk a lot
But you just keep on rambling, I think you've lost the plot
You're like some naive heaven seeker
Putting your faith in some scam TV preacher who's peddling lies
And half baked solutions
Forget all your cares, and ignore all the stares
Represent what you know, but you'll reap what you sow
Your false conclusions will carry no favor if they're from some echo chamber
Spreading lies
Lies
Lies
Lies
I sit here silent, playing dumb
Trying to figure out where your options come from.
'Cause they don't make sense
'Cause they're just illusions
Forget all your cares, and ignore all the stares
Represent what you know, but you'll reap what you sow
Your false conclusions will carry no favor if they're from some echo chamber
Yes they're all from some echo chamber spreading lies
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8. |
Such A Bitch
02:49
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You got it, you flaunt it
Every time I see you at the show
I want it, I need it
I just wish I had some self control
'Cause you're such a bitch, you treat me bad all the time.
I just wanna run away from you
But I can't explain your hold on my heart
I guess you had it from the start
You're poison, you're venom
I am sure you're rotten to the core
I'm stupid, I'm useless
I can't help coming back for more
'Cause you're such a bitch, you treat me bad all the time
I just wanna run away from you
But I can't explain your hold on my heart
I guess you had it from the start
'Cause you're such a bitch, you treat me bad all the time
I just wanna run away from you
But I can't explain your hold on my heart
I guess you had it from the start
'Cause you're such a bitch, you treat me bad all the time
I just wanna run away from you
But I can't explain your hold on my heart
I guess you had it from the start
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The world today is falling apart
A society built on broken hearts
Manufactured reality on every TV screen
Thought control, so it seems
Falsehoods are now sold as truth
So what is the use
It's hard to fight back when it's you against the world
So please don't give up
We're all in this together
I ask myself is everyone blind
Too many people are left behind
I wonder if it's by design
'Cause I guess we never saw the signs
Falsehoods are now sold as truth
So what is the use
It's hard to fight back when it's you against the world
So please don't give up
We're all in this together
Falsehoods are now sold as truth
So what is the use
It's hard to fight back when it's you against the world
So please don't give up
We're all in this together
Falsehoods are now sold as truth
So what is the use
It's hard to fight back when it's you against the world
So please don't give up
We're all in this together
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10. |
2008
02:47
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Hey
When I look back on my life
As the years pass on by, it sure makes me wanna cry
'Cause things used to be so great
Now I long for those days when I wasn't such a freak
Me and the girl of my dreams would go walking hand in hand
I finally started singing for a power metal band.
Maybe it's nostalgia, but those days sure seemed great
Too bad that was in 2008
Let's dance
I wanna build a time machine
Go back to those sweet days where my life was but a dream
But here today is where I'm stuck
I watch my past slip away 'cause my future is fucked
Me and the girl of my dreams would go walking hand in hand
I finally started singing for a power metal band.
Maybe it's nostalgia, but those days sure seemed great
Too bad that was in 2008
'Cause I could drink on weekday nights, and party until 4
Never miss a day of work, I had a perfect credit score
Since those days have gone my life's been on decline
Since new year's day of 2009
Fuck you new years day of 2009
Fuck you new years day of 2009
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11. |
Morons On Parade
02:46
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Well it's all planned out, and there's no need
To think things for yourself
The news report at 6 o'clock tells you what you wanna hear
What if I exposed the truth
And pulled back the facade
You'd probably think that I'm a kook
And I'm the one you gotta fear
'Cause I'm tired of the talking points
And all those baseless accusations
Telling me who I gotta blame
All prejudice should be pushed aside
We'll make them answer for their crimes
Put those morons on parade
So you run to the internet
And read a bunch of blogs
But you're convinced they twist the facts, it seems so incredible
Well I suppose you've been brought up by your TV screen
Well one day I hope you wise up
And try to be less gullible
'Cause I'm tired of the talking points
And all those baseless accusations
Telling me who I gotta blame
All prejudice should be pushed aside
We'll make them answer for their crimes
Put those morons on parade
'Cause maybe the cries that the media lies
Don't seem so crazy anymore
Their corporate money and government lobby
Is selling you a false sense of reality
'Cause I'm tired of the talking points
And all those baseless accusations
Telling me who I gotta blame
All prejudice should be pushed aside
We'll make them answer for their crimes
Put those morons on parade
Gotta put those morons on parade
Yeah it's fucking time to put the morons on parade
Parade
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