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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury sedan
And for his next monthly installment, He's gonna go out with a bang! Boy who always did what he was told, Was promised to be king when he was old Hit the brakes, hit the glass, Time to shake the hands of fate The mistakes of the past, Flashed before his face There is a man, intensive care When he awakes he will declare, "I've been dead for twenty years! I won't let twenty more go by" Boy who always did what he was told, Bought the only dream that he was sold Hit the brakes, hit the glass, Time to shake the hands of fate The mistakes of the past, Flashed before his face Burn the evidence, of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence, of all these things, That pull my spirit down Ever feel like you've been cheated, Following what they believe? Don't shake the hands of fate, Don't shake the hands of fate, There's no more time to waste! Burn the evidence, of my existence, Clear the ashes on the ground Burn the evidence, of all these things, That pull my spirit down Burn the evidence! Don't shake the hands of fate, There's no more time to waste! |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
Twisted tongues will place you in a category
Face to face you'll hear them tell a different story Loose lips may sink ship, but honesty's forever I solve and think pull and try to sever Cowards! They hide behind their words! Don't care if feeling will get hurt Beware the voice without a face That's hidden underneath a [Chorus:] Covered In Cowardice! (Can't you see me?!) Covered In Cowardice! (Can't you hear me?!) Beware the voice without a face That's hidden underneath a Covered In Cowardice! (Can't You see me?!) Covered In Cowardice! (Can't you hear me?!) Cowards! They hide behind their words! Don't care if feeling will get hurt There eyes are blinded by there rage Beware the voice without a face When your insecure, they'll find a fuel to start a fire Better pricks? with only hatred to inspire Level heads pray there revenge will make it better Trust your instinct like you trust what's in the mirror Cowards! They hide behind their words! Don't care if feeling will get hurt Beware the voice without a face That's hidden underneath a [Chorus:Repeat x2] A voice without a face! A voice without a face! |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
Oh my girl
You're so hot when you walk you melt snow And now that disco has finally grown old Lets buy back our souls So lets see Ya we've got 5 bucks between you and me My mental dishes are finally clean So cleared are we Cut the Curtains The actors have gone home The intermission's a mission on it's own Now here seems our wax wings have melted away And we've only been here for one day My faith fades away So don't be a grey cloud when there's none in the sky We found there's no hidden treasure to find At least we tried Cut the Curtains The actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So cut the curtains The actors have gone home Grab your suitcase we don't have time to fold There is no doubt you throw your inbox out (8x) Cut the Curtains The actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So cut the curtains The actors have gone home Grab your suitcase we don't have time to fold We don't have time to fold We don't have no time to fold (4x) |
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from Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass [single] (2006)
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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from Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass (2006)
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Yheeaa!!!
A devil in a midnight mass, He preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife, You’re guilty! A devil in a midnight mass, Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands, Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Put my trust in God that day, Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife You’re guilty! Whisper, whisper… don’t make a sound, Your bed is made, it’s in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made, it's in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made and it's in the ground! |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Yheeaa!!!
A devil in a midnight mass, He preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife, You’re guilty! A devil in a midnight mass, Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands, Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Put my trust in God that day, Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife You’re guilty! Whisper, whisper… don’t make a sound, Your bed is made, it’s in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made, it's in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made and it's in the ground! |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Yheeaa!!!
A devil in a midnight mass, He preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife, You’re guilty! A devil in a midnight mass, Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands, Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Put my trust in God that day, Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife You’re guilty! Whisper, whisper… don’t make a sound, Your bed is made, it’s in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made, it's in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made and it's in the ground! |
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from Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass (2006)
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
Yheeaa!!!
A devil in a midnight mass, He preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife, You’re guilty! A devil in a midnight mass, Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands, Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don’t work no more Put my trust in God that day, Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I’m singing… Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Violent Knight… at the edge of your knife, “Forgive me Father”…don’t make it right Silent Night… for the rest of my life, Silent Night… at the edge of your knife You’re guilty! Whisper, whisper… don’t make a sound, Your bed is made, it’s in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made, it's in the ground Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made it's in the ground! Whisper, whisper don't make a sound! Your bed is made and it's in the ground! |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
In a crooked little town
they were lost and never found Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground I hitched a ride until the coast To leave behind all of my ghosts Searching for something I couldn't find at home Can't get no job can you spare a dime Just one more hit and I'll be fine I swear to God this I'll be my one last time In a crooked little town they were lost and never found Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground Run away before you drown or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground When it gets dark in Pigeon Park Voice in my head will soon be fed By the vultures that circle round the dead In a crooked little town they were lost and never found Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground Run away before you drown or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground I never once thought I'd ever be caught Staring at sidewalks hiding my track marks I left my best friends or did they just leave me In a crooked little town they were lost and never found Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground In a crooked little town they were lost and never found Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground Run away before you drown or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground Run away before you drown Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground Run away before you drown Fallen leaves fallen leaves fallen leaves on the ground |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching for something, I couldn't find at home Can't get no job, can you spare a dime? Just one more hit, and I'll be fine I swear to God, this'll be my one last time! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Well it gets dark, in Pigeon Park Voice in my head, will soon be fed By the vultures, that circle round the dead! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I never once thought, I'd ever be caught! Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks! I left my best friends, or did they just leave me? In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching for something, I couldn't find at home Can't get no job, can you spare a dime? Just one more hit, and I'll be fine I swear to God, this'll be my one last time! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Well it gets dark, in Pigeon Park Voice in my head, will soon be fed By the vultures, that circle round the dead! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I never once thought, I'd ever be caught! Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks! I left my best friends, or did they just leave me? In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching for something, I couldn't find at home Can't get no job, can you spare a dime? Just one more hit, and I'll be fine I swear to God, this'll be my one last time! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Well it gets dark, in Pigeon Park Voice in my head, will soon be fed By the vultures, that circle round the dead! In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground I never once thought, I'd ever be caught! Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks! I left my best friends, or did they just leave me? In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground Run away before you drown! Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
False Conversation
Hidden agendum You think we're stupid, how dare you The rug has not been pulled Over our eyes you fool We can see right through Tip-toeing villian Eyes in the ceiling Your false intentions have warn thin But we've been in your room and in your closet too We've got one on you Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies Inside an office, a fallen angel A smilin boomer with snake eyes Creates the latest trends And i just cant pretend Dont call me your friend When all these Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies they make it better Lies they are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed LIES! Lies will come back to haunt you Bulletproof your limosine Lies will come back to haunt you Hit and run, a broken dream Lies make it better Lies are forever Lies to go home to Lies to wake up to Lies from the altar Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies they make it better Lies they are forever Lies to go home to Lies you wake up to Lies from the alter Lies make you falter Lies keep your mouth fed Lies till your death bed Lies |
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What you see is what you get (don't ya know)
(Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) Today I don't feel pretty And I'm tired of trying to fit right in Don't think that your so great 'Cause being great must suck We don't always see the bright side We all need ego suicide You hung my head today But I have licked my wounds and carried on Everybody needs some sympathy Santa seemed to miss my chimney Reality is truly scaring me So stand up straight and firmly say What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) My heart is in the right place So wipe that smirk right off your face Don't make me feel like that Cause that's just plain not nice We don't always see the bright side And I lied when I said I was fine You slapped my face today But I have licked my wounds and carried on Everybody needs some sympathy Santa seemed to miss my chimney Reality is truly scaring me So stand up straight and firmly say What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) Everybody needs some sympathy Santa seemed to miss my chimney You stole my luck from me And now my fortune cookie's empty! Cause you came and you stole it all from me! So stand up straight and firmly say What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) What you see is what you get (don't ya know) (Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker) Look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) (Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers) 가사입력nakmuse |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
Constant quick fixes, don't make no sense
Hop on bandwagons, you make me sick Don't you tell me, what you think is right! (When you're living in the shadows) I can tell that, you have lost your sight! (When you're living in the shadows) <i>[x2]</i> Distant loud chuckles, keep me awake Awkward instances won't make you hip Don't you tell me, what you think is right! (When you're living in the shadows) I can tell that, you have lost your sight! (When you're living in the shadows) <i>[x2]</i> We've said this all before, your shadow's at the door We've said this all before, your shadow's at the door There's darkness in the hall and we won't take the fall! And we won't take the fall! Don't you tell me, what you think is right! (When you're living in the shadows) I can tell that, you have lost your sight! (When you're living in the shadows) <i>[x4]</i> |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins I’d always walk home alone So I became lifeless Just like my telephone There’s nothing to lose When no one knows your name There’s nothing to gain But the days don’t seem to change Never played truth or dare I’d have to check my mirror To see if I’m still here My parents had no clue That I ate all my lunches Alone in the bathroom There’s nothing to lose When no one knows your name There’s nothing to gain But the days don’t seem to change There’s nothing to lose My notebook will explain There’s nothing to gain And I can’t fight the pain Teach us that it’s just a phase When I grow up my children Will probably do the same Kids just love to tease I know it put me under ground At seventeen There’s nothing to lose When no one knows your name There’s nothing to gain But the days don’t seem to change There’s nothing to lose My notebook will explain There’s nothing to gain And I can’t fight the pain There’s nothing to lose When no one knows your name There’s nothing to gain But the days don’t seem to change There’s nothing to lose When no one knows your name There’s nothing to gain And I just died today |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins I'd always walk home alone So I became lifeless Just like my telephone There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change Never played truth or dare I'd have to check my mirror To see if I'm still here My parents had no clue That I ate all my lunches Alone in the bathroom There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain Teacher said it's just a phase When I grow up my children Will probably do the same Kids just love to tease Who knew it'd put me under ground At seventeen There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain My notebook will explain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain And I just died today |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins I'd always walk home alone So I became lifeless Just like my telephone There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change Never played truth or dare I'd have to check my mirror To see if I'm still here My parents had no clue That I ate all my lunches Alone in the bathroom There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain Teacher said it's just a phase When I grow up my children Will probably do the same Kids just love to tease Who knew it'd put me under ground At seventeen There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain My notebook will explain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain And I just died today |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins I'd always walk home alone So I became lifeless Just like my telephone There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change Never played truth or dare I'd have to check my mirror To see if I'm still here My parents had no clue That I ate all my lunches Alone in the bathroom There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain Teacher said it's just a phase When I grow up my children Will probably do the same Kids just love to tease Who knew it'd put me under ground At seventeen There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain But the days don't seem to change There's nothing to lose My notebook will explain There's nothing to gain And I can't fight the pain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain My notebook will explain There's nothing to lose When no one knows your name There's nothing to gain And I just died today |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address
Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxes She said, "it's time to leave you" but baby I don't need you! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick I never got the whole story, not 'til after she left me Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Word on the street is she fucked him, while we were playing in Cleveland Well baby I don't need you, you're fading in my rearview In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes... |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address
Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxes She said, 'it's time to leave you', but baby I don't need you! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick I never got the whole story, not 'til after she left me Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Word on the street is she fucked him, while we were playing in Cleveland Well baby I don't need you, you're fading in my rearview In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! In a perfect world In a perfect world In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address
Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxes She said, 'it's time to leave you', but baby I don't need you! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick I never got the whole story, not 'til after she left me Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Word on the street is she fucked him, while we were playing in Cleveland Well baby I don't need you, you're fading in my rearview In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! In a perfect world In a perfect world In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an address
Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Once occupied by a goddess, now it's a room full of boxes She said, 'it's time to leave you', but baby I don't need you! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick I never got the whole story, not 'til after she left me Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you Word on the street is she fucked him, while we were playing in Cleveland Well baby I don't need you, you're fading in my rearview In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Control-Alt-Deleted Reset my memory! In a perfect world In a perfect world In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! She pulls the trigger until the gun goes |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
Never understood how she could,
Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities How did I ever let you go? Questioning her good intention Jealousy’s a bad invention When you push on glass, it’s bound to break Even when she was defensive, It just gave me more incentive The more you squeeze, the more it slips away I never walked so far on a lonely street With no-one there for me Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities How did I ever let you go? Accept this confession! …I’m walking on pins and needles You’re not my possession! …I’m walking on pins and needles My conscience is vicious! …I’m walking on pins and needles And I’m begging forgiveness! …I’m walking on pins and needles I never walked so far on a lonely street, With no one there for me It took too long to see her in misery And now it’s clear to me That it’s worth the pain, always take the blame For all your own insecurities How did I ever let you go? |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
I never bite off more than i could chew
But then she came and bit me I never bite off more than i could chew But then she bit my leg She said don't wanna work i wanna play and live my life like it was sunday The only problem is that sunday only comes now once a week and i'm a freak but.... we're breaking up the city no time for wasting away so tell me why should i stay a prisoner of today My body's tight my soul's excited and i wish that i was gifted My body's tight my souls excited and i wish i had some spunk I wanna run i wanna hide and leave this place Just like it left me The only problem is i need to find the balls to follow through and that's the truth but.... we're breaking up the city no time for wasting away so tell me why should i stay a prisoner of today no time for one another no time for one another no time for one another no time for one another.... But this is our time this is our time this is our time and our place History i history i history i can't erase This is our time this is our time this is our Time and our place... Were breaking up the city no time for wasting away So tell me why should i stay a prisoner. |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
I'd never bite off more then I could chew
But then she came and bit me I'd never bite off more then I could chew But then she bit my leg She said: "Don't wanna work I wanna play And live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that Sunday only comes now once a week And I'm a freak but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish that I was gifted My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish I had some spunk She said: "I wanna run I wanna hide And leave this place Just like it left me The only problem is I need to find the balls to follow through And thats the truth but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place History I History I History I Can't erase Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Theres No time For One Another |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
I'd never bite off more then I could chew
But then she came and bit me I'd never bite off more then I could chew But then she bit my leg She said: "Don't wanna work I wanna play And live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that Sunday only comes now once a week And I'm a freak but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish that I was gifted My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish I had some spunk She said: "I wanna run I wanna hide And leave this place Just like it left me The only problem is I need to find the balls to follow through And thats the truth but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place History I History I History I Can't erase Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Theres No time For One Another |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
I'd never bite off more then I could chew
But then she came and bit me I'd never bite off more then I could chew But then she bit my leg She said: "Don't wanna work I wanna play And live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that Sunday only comes now once a week And I'm a freak but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish that I was gifted My body's tired, my soul's excited And I wish I had some spunk She said: "I wanna run I wanna hide And leave this place Just like it left me The only problem is I need to find the balls to follow through And thats the truth but..." We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place History I History I History I Can't erase Well this is our time Well this is our time Well this is our time And our place We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today We're breaking up the city No time for wasting away So tell me why should we stay A prisoner of today (no time for one another) Theres No time For One Another |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
The red flag wavin' never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. Well I've never seen us act like this, Our only hope is in minds of kids, And they'll show us a thing or two. Our only weapons are the guns of youth, It's only time before they tighten the noose, And then the hunt will be on for you. We dont need them (Music break 10 Seconds) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. Like the smallest bee packs a sting, Like the pawn checkmates a king, We'll attack at the crack of dawn. Build a ladder if there's a wall, Don't be afraid to slip and fall, Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you. We dont need them. (music break 10 seconds) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. (Music Break 11 seconds) Like a fire, Don't need water, Like a jury, Needs a liar, Like a riot, Don't need order, Like a madman, Needs a martyr. We don't need them.(x8) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. (Chorus x1) with "We don't need them."(x9) |
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from Billy Talent - Red Flag [single] (2006)
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
The red flag wavin' never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. Well I've never seen us act like this, Our only hope is in minds of kids, And they'll show us a thing or two. Our only weapons are the guns of youth, It's only time before they tighten the noose, And then the hunt will be on for you. We dont need them (Music break 10 Seconds) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. Like the smallest bee packs a sting, Like the pawn checkmates a king, We'll attack at the crack of dawn. Build a ladder if there's a wall, Don't be afraid to slip and fall, Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you. We dont need them. (music break 10 seconds) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. (Music Break 11 seconds) Like a fire, Don't need water, Like a jury, Needs a liar, Like a riot, Don't need order, Like a madman, Needs a martyr. We don't need them.(x8) (Chorus x2) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. (Chorus x1) with "We don't need them."(x9) |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Chorus:
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag wavin' never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday (x2) Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like the smallest bee packs a sting Like a pawn checkmates a king We'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder where there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like a fire, don't need water Like a jury, need a liar Like a riot, don't need order Like a madman, needs a martyr We don't need them (x8) Chorus x6 (We don't need them screams start with the 3rd repetition) We don't need them |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Chorus:
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag wavin' never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday (x2) Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like the smallest bee packs a sting Like a pawn checkmates a king We'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder where there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like a fire, don't need water Like a jury, need a liar Like a riot, don't need order Like a madman, needs a martyr We don't need them (x8) Chorus x6 (We don't need them screams start with the 3rd repetition) We don't need them |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Chorus:
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag wavin' never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday (x2) Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like the smallest bee packs a sting Like a pawn checkmates a king We'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder where there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like a fire, don't need water Like a jury, need a liar Like a riot, don't need order Like a madman, needs a martyr We don't need them (x8) Chorus x6 (We don't need them screams start with the 3rd repetition) We don't need them |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
Chorus:
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag wavin' never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday (x2) Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like the smallest bee packs a sting Like a pawn checkmates a king We'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder where there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The red flag wavin' never meant the same, No The red flag wavin' never meant the same Chorus (x2) Like a fire, don't need water Like a jury, need a liar Like a riot, don't need order Like a madman, needs a martyr We don't need them (x8) Chorus x6 (We don't need them screams start with the 3rd repetition) We don't need them |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
Rejected...since day one
My name is...bastard son I've been damned...so many times I've lost count! Blue collar...working man Devices...masterplan Bi-polar...with a mental side arm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken and you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below...running from the inferno... You'll think I'm insane but you'll all know my name! Into the river below...running from the inferno... I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame! Contraption...made up of Nuts and bolts...creates the New monster...to burn your family tree down! Tick-tocking...times up now Split second...the world frowns Lonely heart...never had nobody! I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken and you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below...running from the inferno... You'll think I'm insane but you'll all know my name! Into the river below...running from the inferno... I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame! I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below...running from the inferno... You'll think I'm insane but you'll all know my name! Into the river below...running from the inferno... I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame! Yeah I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame But you'll all know my name And you'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name But you'll think I'm insane |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Rejected since day one
My name is, Bastard Son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man Devices masterplan Bi-polar with a mental sidearm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Contraption Made up of Nuts and bolts Creates the New monster to burn your family tree down Tick tocking Times up now Split second The world frowns Lonely hearts Never had nobody I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Yeah I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame But you'll all know my name And they'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name But they'll think I'm insane |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Rejected since day one
My name is, Bastard Son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man Devices masterplan Bi-polar with a mental sidearm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Contraption Made up of Nuts and bolts Creates the New monster to burn your family tree down Tick tocking Times up now Split second The world frowns Lonely hearts Never had nobody I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Yeah I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame But you'll all know my name And they'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name But they'll think I'm insane |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
Rejected since day one
My name is, Bastard Son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man Devices masterplan Bi-polar with a mental sidearm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Contraption Made up of Nuts and bolts Creates the New monster to burn your family tree down Tick tocking Times up now Split second The world frowns Lonely hearts Never had nobody I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken you can't fix it Don't make me, cause I'll do it Red button and we'll all go Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below Into the river below I'm running from the inferno They'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name Into the river below I'm running from the inferno I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame Yeah I'll take all the blame The front page and the fame But you'll all know my name And they'll think I'm insane But you'll all know my name But they'll think I'm insane |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent (2003)
My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse My looks and smile Have now become my curse Tight lips, red skirt The neverending street Big car, little man My lover for a fee So if you see me will you just drive on by? Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye? And if you want me well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Raindrops runnin' through my veins My head it hurts Each day its getting worse No sun, my room Has now become my herse Cold sores, im beat Got bruises on my feet My pride, these men Have taken it from me So if you see me will you just drive on by? Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye? And if you want me well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Raindrops runnin'through my veins Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Raindrops runnin' through my veins So if you see me will you just drive on by? Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye? And if you want me well I guess i want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Mother, I have lost my way Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Raindrops runnin' though my veins Standing in the rain Mother, I have lost my way Standing in the rain Mother, I have lost my way |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
My head, it hurts, each day its getting worse
My looks, and smile, have now become my curse Tight lips, red skirt, the never ending street Big car, little man, my lover for a fee So if you see me will you just drive on by And will I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins My head it hurts, each day its getting worse No sun, my room, has now become my hearse Cold sores, i'm beat, got bruises on my feet My pride, these men, have taken it from me So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Milk carton mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
My head, it hurts, each day its getting worse
My looks, and smile, have now become my curse Tight lips, red skirt, the never ending street Big car, little man, my lover for a fee So if you see me will you just drive on by And will I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins My head it hurts, each day its getting worse No sun, my room, has now become my hearse Cold sores, i'm beat, got bruises on my feet My pride, these men, have taken it from me So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Milk carton mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
My head, it hurts, each day its getting worse
My looks, and smile, have now become my curse Tight lips, red skirt, the never ending street Big car, little man, my lover for a fee So if you see me will you just drive on by And will I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins My head it hurts, each day its getting worse No sun, my room, has now become my hearse Cold sores, i'm beat, got bruises on my feet My pride, these men, have taken it from me So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins So if you see me will you just drive on by And well I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if you want me, well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could you? Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Standing in the rain Milk carton, mug shot baby Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Milk carton mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles Rain drops runnin' through my veins Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way Standing in the rain Mother I have lost my way |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in a good mood Killing time before she struts her stuff, She needs support and I've become the crutch She'll never know how much she means to me, I'd play the game but I'm the referee Surrender창?짝 every word, every thought, every sound Surrender창?짝 every touch, every smile, every frown Surrender창?짝 all the pain we've endured until now Surrender창?짝 all the hope that I lost, you have found Surrender창?짝 yourself to me Even though I know what I'm looking for, She's got a brick wall behind her door I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger Surrender창?짝 every word, every thought, every sound Surrender창?짝 every touch, every smile, every frown Surrender창?짝 all the pain we've endured until now Surrender창?짝 all the hope that I lost, you have found Surrender창?짝 yourself to me I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me This flower don't belong to me Why can't she belong to me? Surrender창?짝 every word, every thought, every sound Surrender창?짝 every touch, every smile, every frown Surrender창?짝 all the pain we've endured until now Surrender창?짝 all the hope that I lost, you have found Surrender창?짝 yourself to me I never had the nerve to ask, Has my moment come and passed? |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in a good mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I play the game but I'm the referee. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me. Even though I know what I'm lookin' for, She's got a brick wall behind her door. I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me. I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. This flower don't belong to me. Why cant she belong to me? Every word, every thought every sound. Every touch, every smile, every frown. All the pain we've endured until now. All the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask. |
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from Billy Talent - 666 Deluxe Live (2008)
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, She wonders why I'm always in a good mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I play the game but I'm the referee. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me. Even though I know what I'm lookin' for, She's got a brick wall behind her door. I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender yourself to me. I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. I think I found a flower in a field of weeds, I think I found a flower in a field of weeds. Searching until my hands bleed, This flower don't belong to me. This flower don't belong to me. Why cant she belong to me? Every word, every thought every sound. Every touch, every smile, every frown. All the pain we've endured until now. All the hope that I lost you have found. Surrender every word, every thought every sound. Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown. Surrender all the pain we've endured until now. Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask, (Surrender) has my moment come and passed. (Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask. |
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from Billy Talent - Billy Talent II (2006)
A slap in the face,
And I can't erase, These things that you say, Don't make it all okay, it's not okay When push comes to shove, I'll put on the gloves, Intentions are cruel, I ain't nobody's fool you know It hurts, my pride, step aside, 'Cause I don't need your... Sympathy Won't get the best of me! Misery That's what you're giving me! Sympathy It's just like trickery! Breaking me down A fistful of lies, Dressed up in disguise, And make no mistake, I know they're all so fake, they're all so fake My self-righteous friend, I just can't pretend, Your words are the truth, Sincere only when they suit you It hurts, my pride, step aside, 'Cause I don't need your... Sympathy! Won't get the best of me Misery! That's what your giving me Sympathy! It's just like trickery Breaking me down Sympathy Won't get the best of me! Misery This shit is killing me! Sympathy It's just like trickery! Breaking me down Breaking me down |
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