I never bite off more then i can chew but then she came and bit me i never bite off more then i can 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 once a week and i′m a freak but...............
chorus were breaking up the city no time for wasting away so tell me why should i stay a prisoner of today
my bodys tired my souls excited and i wish that i was gifted my bodys tired my sould excited and i wish that 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 balls that follow through and thats the truth but........
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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,history,history i can′t erase but this is our time this is our time this is our time and our place
Got one chance, infiltrate them Get it right, terminate them The Panzers will, permeate them Break their pride, denigrate them And their people, retrograde them Typhus, detriate them Epidemic, devastate them Take no prisoners, cremate them
Going to war, give′em hell D-Day, next stop Normandie Beginning of the end We know how to and sure as shit we′ll win War is peace sure man A retreat for the damned A playground for the demented A heaven for those who walk this world Bereft of heart and soul Love and war they say all is fair Take his life But won′t take his hair Your body has parts your Country can spare By the way son here′s Your wheelchair
He once had to be all he could be Now he′s nothing for no one nowhere to see Funny thing, he′s like you and me It′s a funny thing, a funny thing Tears streak his solemn stare Abandoned for wreckage nobody cares No one knew what would happen there No one spoke no one even dared Don′t ask what you can do for your country Ask what your country can do for you Take no prisoners, take no shit
It′s all in your head the thoughts you have that build your world illusion, the faith you need so you can proceed & build a saine solution is it the truth, is there any proof to back up the things you believe in, or is it a dream to make it seem like a goal that you′re achieving
We are the prisoners, of the system we create We are the prisoners, stuck inside the space we made to escape
What can you do to make it through the mindtricks you′re producing learn to live with the faith you lack, the faith that you′re reducing, you can be curel & ridicule the current situation, but what will it take for you to break the self illumination?
We are the prisoners, of the system we create We are the prisoners, stuck inside the space we made to escape
We′re stuck in a rut, we keep on mixing things up & we can′t tell what′s fiction from fact, the more we all try to live up to the illusion the more we all fall through the cracks.
We are the prisoners, of the system we create We are the prisoners, stuck inside the space we made to escape