[Originally by Billy Bragg] What is that sound Where is it coming from All around What are you running from Something you don't understand Something
This has no sense of urgency, This is no act of violence Whoa, I'm starting over This place has nothing for me, Fake friends, false sex, no money Whoa
Oh suffer the kids, Suffer the kids that inherit this world And all of the shit, At the end of our lives we've left it for them, The same old cycle
Break out the songs and we?ll sing along. I?ve fallen for you. Where did you come from? Where did you come from? Our tiny towns and our basement sounds
You don?t stop. Not even to rest. You?ll clean up the mess you?ve made out of our lives, for the last time tonight. Let them see the liar in your eyes
There's been a mistake. It's written all on my face. I showed up tonight, and I cleared out the place. I just wanna feel at home. I write my favorite
I?ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, The white lines are never ending, And they haunt my dreams. I force these smiles all night,
This riff is temporary. We're going nowhere. Conscience, what's that? Everybody freak out! We're going nowhere 1,2,3,4. And I've got the right idea this
dripping down my forehead In the shape of a bead of sweat. How sweet would my life be If I wrote the songs the kids could not forget? I jump the gun again, I call
References to common sense have no place in times like this. Trust me friends, I?m a fan of sleeping, but tonight adventure conquers dreaming. So let
I set the bar way too high. The standard is set that I won?t be reaching. This fall, I?ll have all the answers. The same chords fill my head, and I can
year. I can feel the indifference. What?s the difference? I don?t need this. Let?s hear it for the breakdown. Let?s hear it for the wake up call. Remember
This place is making me sick now, so I'm pouring whiskey down. I'll stumble off the edge of the world tonight. I sit back and take this in. Now I'm paying
We live the dream that makes life worth living. We live the dream that makes dreamers keep dreaming. If I had to give it up today, would I be able to
I'm broke and sorry. You should have heard that one last night. It broke my heart, and I woke up sick and cold inside the van. Still coughing up those
Is there anybody here Who hears me crying, I'm dying? Is there anybody here When it's over, over? I'm just passing the time Wondering how you people
THREE HOMELESS PEOPLE Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing - Out of town Santa Fe SQUEEGIEMAN Honest living
up They know why everythin' I touch is so fly Mult-I, so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi All day the niggas from New York to Norway My name hold more weight than Broadway