Never the less am I dressed for the occasion Its number 32 not the other situation With the beat, move your feat And dont change the station And a bang I'll be leavin on a permanent vacation Well im a disaster, a microphone master Put on the tape and rock your ghetto blaster Its not about the money cuz it doesnt resort Its about sweatin all the fucks in the biker cut shorts
Storming through the party like my name was El ninio When I’m handgun out drinking in the back of an El camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party cause no body came.
I know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never going, ever showing up when we had to. Is it attention that we crave don’t tell us to behave, I’m sick of always hearing act your age.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down.
Because you don’t Know us at all we laugh when old people fall. But what would you expect with a conscience so small. Heavy metal and mullets it’s how we were raised. Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offence then, It’s none of your concern, I guess I’ll never learn. I’m sick of being told to wait my turn.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down.
Don’t count on me, to let you know when. Don’t count on me, I’ll do it again. Don’t count on me, it’s the point you’re missing. Don’t count on me, cause I’m not listening.
Well I’m a no goodnick lower middle class brat, Back packed and I don’t give a shit about nothing. You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin. But you don’t make sense from all the gas you be huffing. Then if the egg don’t stain you’ll be ringing off the hook, You’re on the hit list wanted in the telephone book. I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion. The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down. Waste my time with them Casualty of society. Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity And back down.
The seas have parted, the endings started, the sky has turned to black. A killing spree through eternity, the devil stabs you in the back, It's midnight now you must escape somehow, torture is his leisure, don't try to hide he'll make you subside, as he exchanges pain for pleasure,
Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game, Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name
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Copy to Clipboard: Never the less am I dressed for the occasion Its number 32 not the other situation With the beat, move your feat And dont change the station And a bang I'll be leavin on a permanent vacation Well im a disaster, a microphone master Put on the tape and rock your ghetto blaster Its not about the money cuz it doesnt resort Its about sweatin all the fucks in the biker cut shorts
Storming through the party like my name was El ninio When I’m handgun out drinking in the back of an El camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party cause no body came.
I know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never going, ever showing up when we had to. Is it attention that we crave don’t tell us to behave, I’m sick of always hearing act your age.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down.
Because you don’t Know us at all we laugh when old people fall. But what would you expect with a conscience so small. Heavy metal and mullets it’s how we were raised. Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offence then, It’s none of your concern, I guess I’ll never learn. I’m sick of being told to wait my turn.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down.
Don’t count on me, to let you know when. Don’t count on me, I’ll do it again. Don’t count on me, it’s the point you’re missing. Don’t count on me, cause I’m not listening.
Well I’m a no goodnick lower middle class brat, Back packed and I don’t give a shit about nothing. You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin. But you don’t make sense from all the gas you be huffing. Then if the egg don’t stain you’ll be ringing off the hook, You’re on the hit list wanted in the telephone book. I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion. The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
I don’t want to waste my time And become a casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line Become a victim of your conformity And back down. Waste my time with them Casualty of society. Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity And back down.
The seas have parted, the endings started, the sky has turned to black. A killing spree through eternity, the devil stabs you in the back, It's midnight now you must escape somehow, torture is his leisure, don't try to hide he'll make you subside, as he exchanges pain for pleasure,
Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game, Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name
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