What Talk Of Revolution? What Kind Of Change? It's Empty For Me For The Fool's Fool The Destitute I'm Beat'n Back Or Tied Down It's Empty For Me
Out On The Street Out In The Cold No One Cares And Nobody Knows The Night Is Young It Belongs To Us As The City Sleeps That's When We're Feeling
know a??youa?? were gone until it was too late (hey) And if it all, it ALL maybe my fault I'll pay the constant ACHE thru the a??holidaysa?? Give me one
They never played what I wanna hear Just some shit I hate I don't listen the radio Cause I got tapes I got No Eager Men I got All the Bodies I got Fuck
I Know I'm Not To Blame And The Scars Don't Tell The Same I've Got More Than One They All Know My Name Your A Strange One Indeed A Casualty I Know
Well They Locked Him Up Seventeen Years For A Crime It All Began When He Did What He Had To Get By All Alone All He Had Were His Friends And The Streets
S.O.S. In A State Of Emergency The Situations And The Prying Eyes Looking At Me Is There No Where I Could Go? Somewhere You Couldn't See S.O.S. In
They Were Always Ready For The Action Playing Down Front Until Life Killed The Boys At The Leisure Pace For The Long Ride One More Time One More Time
Standing On The Corner Stuck In The Avenues Waiting For A Ride As The Fog Rolls In He's Got His Leather Jacket Zipped Up Tight (It's Friday Night And
Never Float Three Months Working For What's Right They'd Sleep In The Galley In The Chill Of The Night It Was All For One And One For All And At
I Think The Year Was 1995 And So The Story Begins We Played Our Hearts Out For Nobody Never Could Quite Fathom All The Antics The Descension The Upset
Well John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn, Where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition ease his family's fears, Well john
In Victoria They Changed The Old Locks They Got New Voices You Don't Understand She'd Say Things Got Complicated Where Were You? When Your Friends Died One By One
Early In The Morning When Your Eyes Are Swollen When Your Hair's A Mess And Your Lips Taste Like A Cigarette Is This Something Am I Lovesick Or
It's Sunday night in the city And his flat tops done just right Below the drop is on the stereo He'll meet the stiffs for a drinking night It's quarter
in the night i watch the days events on my t.v. set i spend my whole life watching images that come made of shit 88 killed in a wreck on all the channels
cultivating this ? One man army born and bred Never cared much what no one said Worked all dat till his fingers bled He was a one man army One day
Taste the back Of my crystal fist Dog of the reservoir Causing friction