here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones
Eyes dried tight gotta get myself together need a kickstart cocktail, ten percent coffee with a high rise family size, guaranteed to catonize the little
life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got to
{pyro!!}{pyro!!} aaaaaaaahhh... out of the misery {(hup, hup, hup, hup!)} to wash my soul out of the ground with a new eight count I never came to Rock
"Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard" drags me round all day just like a ball on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess
well I pushed on that button but that button was on too tight - right! that kind of bull shines morning, noon and night then, I get to see her face again
in the trials of my youth, on my way to being man there was caustic words of ill advice I'd never understand but their hometown dreams were shattered
waking up with an 8.2 when it seemed like the easiest thing to do when someone said "here's one for you!" mouth's so dried and I just spit ash in a hole
understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland oh, lads, I didn't understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland (whoop-whoop) oh, lads, I didn't understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland
can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me! palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly she pulled
I'm living on a land-mine my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids and my skin, a sickly grey and if I waited by the 'phone line I'd wait a couple of
[Ginger] Turn the radio down Turn the radio down, down Vanilla Radio Down with the music go-round Down with the music go-round-round Vanilla Radio Vanilla