It's so easy to defend the Status Quo With everyone so cool and cynical But when you see the end don't justify the means It's just that 180 degrees
The great thing about bein' a human The ability to reason But reasoning don't work when no one cares 2 parts apathy, one part despair
Guess what, this might come as a surprise I'll no longer roll my eyes A change of heart to let the conscience breath One quick twist, just 180 degrees
Yeah, I now know the right thing to do Yeah, anti tradition tried and true Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away Fuck that world, go fuck that right away
Sun lights up the day time, You light up my life. The hand that calls you forward is the hand that leaves me behind. And I stand on the ocean shore , like an old black and white movie. Love is here, love is lost, again tonight. Hold me, hold me tonight. (x2) You’ve got a book like this, to keep me alive. And if its not a rainy day, you simply don’t go outside And you’re tired of everything all of the girls and the boys, and if you’re tired of everything all of your precious toys. Hold me, hold me tonight Hold me, hold me goodnight. Sun lights up the daytime, you light up my life. The hand that calls you forward is the hand, that leaves me behind. Hold me, hold me tonight. Hold me, hold me tonight.
SA¬, comm'a nu sciorillo tu tiene na vucchella nu poco pocorillo appassuliatella. Meh, dammillo, dammillo, - A¨ comm'a na rusella - dammillo nu vasillo, dammillo, Cannetella!
Dammillo e pigliatillo, nu vaso piccerillo comm'a chesta vucchella, che pare na rusella nu poco pocorillo appassuliatella.
A Sweet Mouth
Yes, like a little flower, You have got a sweet mouth A little bit withered. Please give it to me it's like a little rose Give me a little kiss, give, Cannetella!
Give one and take one, a kiss as little as your mouth which looks like a little rose
Billy Cobin lost it all We knew he would eventually some wonder why he took the fall others just ask who the hell is he and why should we care for him?
A baggy man with baggy clothes a face made of paper mache he lost his humor years ago along with his molars his head planted beneath his shoulders
kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane don't throw me out with the bath water don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Billy Coban had a time, Billy Cobin had a place following his fifteen minute climb Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball plunge off the deep