Yeah, yeah Backward words, he got 'em Shut up, I'm talkin' This time, you'll listen But when I look at you, you're forgiven You drive too fast and I
I want everything I want everything I want a limousine, a diamond ring I want everything I wanna taste the good life I wanna sip from the golden cup
Turn your head off, turn the music up Don't let it push you down, out of hand get off Don't ever think of him, don't ever let him in He'll go round and
My skin creeps, I'd like to sleep World get up without me, another day that I'll hate And it takes so long and the people come And it's every freezing
I've got word of thanks, thanks that I'd like to say, for the rage that I feel, the rage that I feel today. Gotta stack, gotta stack, stack
One more day on the roller coaster If I scream they spin me faster Everything gone backwards And it's upside down Stop me dead, oh I think I'm falling
It's cold outside And the paints peeling off of my walls There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette Now the light fades out
Marilyn baby, wants to be a pop star She's seventeen and very unhappy Frankie baby, used to be a big fish He's ethnic boy and ain't got no money And
Kowloon gardens was some where a short cut through 'Til I met you, now we're lying on your bed Watching Kung Fu movies, there are no days or nights Just
Everybody's talking about a new beginning A new place to drink in, a fast new boyfriend A new science for a brand new century A message to the future
One life one chance Play god for body parts What size and color Dont it look like mother One me one you Four eyes of baby blue Its final will men fade
Everything that I ever found I'm switching over to a low tar brand Got cable video with surround sound I lie in bed and watch the world go round Got CNN
Ice cold, heart stone You want fresh meat but I won't eat it You can't touch me, your insides ugly It's a slap in the face but you gave it away You give
Picture me on a postcard Picture me on a magazine Call me on my private number You've got my photograph On your bedroom wall Picture me ('Coz everybody
She said she'd lie for you, she said she'd die for you She said she'd fly in the sky, said she'd cry for you She said she's proud of you and that she
On heavenly Sunday as he touches your insides He said the last thing on my mind was to cheat on you Go down Queensway as you start another fight You know
Ready to go Ready to go You're weird in tears, too near and too far away He said, "Saw red," went home stayed in bed all day Your T-shirt's dish dirt
It ain't easy when you push me to fall It ain't fair when you try to take everything away from me Burn the mutha down Raise you to the grouse
