The sun goes down, the blizzard wails Eliminate the snowy trails Half a flask still at my side To keep me warm along the ride The tunic worn, the color
I'll make you crawl I'll make ya so sad you were mine I'll make you stall And, honey, I'm sure that you will find I'm telling you I don't let go until
Down here in Hell?s Kitchen A million miles from home Where smiles are faked, Government cracked This crowd, I feel alone Down here on the dark side
Content to be a failure cuz you?ve never even tried You tell me to abandon hope - It?s useless, I?m alive! Maturity?s no virtue in my sardonic dream
Standing on the corner Waiting on your man Need it quick or you?ll get sick He?s got you in his hand Loaded! You?re just a strung out fool Makes you
You were young, you were told Heaven?s streets are paved with gold Excuse me if I stop and stare If that?s so great, why aren?t you there? Look around
Hey, White Flag You know we love to please A manufactured image With no philosophies We hope you like our story Although there isn't one That is to
I hear a lot of talk?s been going round town Getting crazy, you?ve been running downtown, oh no, no, no I don?t care what they say And I don?t care
that you are free, man Don?t divide or raise a fist Just unite and question this We don?t care if it?s a drag Surrender now - raise the white flag
Feeling not all right My line, told to die So hard not to unwind Find some wall to climb Capsules cover the signs My thoughts in a land mine Too late
Early in the morning when the sunlight burns And the darkness cuts and the anger turns There?s something on the edge of breaking down Hanging on a feeling
Always thought we?d ?make it? Now I wonder if we?ll survive All you listen is what I say You never listen to what I mean Even in our finest hour Like
through Restored to jaded bliss In a wonder white dress Descended to the ball With painted blood upon her lips Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse
And if we should see one another in passing Despite these techniques there is sometimes no avoiding There must be some kind of mistake We'll raise high our white flags
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars