A New Life

It's the end of the day
And we all smile because we got paid
We frown because it's not enough
But we still go on from here

We're just living life through thick and thin
Making ends meet and trying to begin
A new life without you

Stay... or Leave...

Everyone's telling me I need to get over you
Everyone's telling me I can do better without you

But what they don't know
Is that I loved you
More than anyone ever could
And I just can't let that go

So when the mountains crumble
And the rain is blood
The rivers will overflow with love
Because I'll be by your side
Day and night
Every time you need me

I'll be there

So leave me alone right this second
Because when you're gone I'll be hurt more
Than you can hurt me now

So a good punishment could be
To never ever ever speak
To me again

You'll regret it, my friend

But it's what needs to be done
Just please go and run
I will never forgive myself

For chasing you away

Punk Rock's Not Dead

"But the suburban scumbags, they don't care
Just get fat and dye their hair!"
- Fear "I Love Livin' in the City"

I got nothing
No thoughts in my head
I want something
To tell me punks not dead
The Exploited
Let me know, but do I believe
A few old fuckers
Who abandoned the scene?
What good is to live
To this music that we all love?
What good does it do
To hate and only have a few
Friends to call on
In shitty times
I got nothing
No reasons no rhymes
I got a gun in my hand
But I'm too afraid to pull the trigger
I got one more thing to say
Before you run along with her
I need to get this off my chest
I need to reaffirm that punks not dead
That I'm not dead
I need a reaffirmation of faith
To keep me sane
To keep me going forward.
Punks not dead
How can it be dead when I live it?
How can DIY be DOA if the FBI is the CIA?
That doesn't make sense
But it doesn't have to
This is punk rock for the masses
Don't listen to me,
I just got tattoos.

Smile

I want to smile
But I keep thinking
Of the times that I had
The world in my hand
The times I needed
To keep me sane
To keep me off the pills
But those times are gone
All I've got is
Empty smiles and
Empty pockets
No more love for this boy
No more hate left to spew
No more vomit,
No more love,
No more murder,
No more words.

Atheism

Strike them down,
If you're out there.
Fire and brimstone
Is all I ask.
Won't someone answer my call?
Won't you be there for me?

Kill them all,
If you're out there.
Wailing and gnashing of teeth
Is all I ask.
Won't someone answer my call?
Won't you be there for me?

Happy Memorial Day, Walt Disney

The last time Mickey Mouse had sex he contracted AIDS...
He went home to Minnie, he had to explain...
She sat down at the table, with a glass in her hand...
Asked him, "What?" He told her to understand,
"I fucked a man, he came in me, I tried it once, but it came to be,
I have a virus inside me, a virus I say, it's here to stay, and it won't go away."

Minnie Mouse stared at Mickey...
She threw the glass at his head and lifted her skirt...
Pulled out her gun from inside her cunt and said, "This will hurt."
The little bitch shot that two-timing fuck in the head.

Scritch Scratch

Everything is dreary, my dear
Nothing is very good.
The food here sucks
And I'm always misunderstood.
I guess that's how it's going to be
I like her and she hates me
One needs it out of necessity
The human tragedy.

So come on, my doll
Just give me it all
I'll never take your word
For things this way are absurd
With a wacky tacky diplomat
You ran off and nearly scored some crack
And I wish,
how I wish I was there.

Bring me a pint, you old fucking crone
You'll drop to your knees
You'll beg and you'll moan
'Til I slap you in two
And I'll tell you what to do

Just get out, get out
And never come back
Or I'll slap and I'll slap
And I'll bite and I'll scratch

Just give me the stuff.
Get out of my way.
You're holding me back.
Stifling what I say.

Go go and be gone.
Go go and be gone.

Open Book

My life is an open book.
Ask me a question, you get the honest answer.
Tell me a lie, I will call you on it.
Every word I say is the truth,
I hide nothing.

Appreciate what I do for you,
Mr. John Q Public.
I tell you my history,
I tell you my life,
I tell you my love,
And I tell you my strife.

Every time I'm doubted,
It's another knife in the heart.
I can't take this kind of pain,
I'm going to need a new start.

Maybe I'll be a pilot,
A policeman, a firefighter.
Maybe I'll drive a bus,
Help people, or sing a ballad.

None of these are true...
I know what I am,
As do you.
I'm a drug addict, a poet...
I'm destined to live alone with only one consolation
A drink to drink and a cigarette to smoke.