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Lucky Kiffmeyer
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Member since June 21st, 2007

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There's room at the top, they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

Mom and dad will never understand
What's happening to me

And jealousy the cousin
The cousin of greed

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
You gotta hold on, hold on to yourself

I can learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of the conformity

I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
Cause I wanna be the minority

When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

All my life I've seemed to have this need
I think at times it even turns to greed
We all want to join some family
We'll even sacrifice a moral changing

We said that we would never fit in
When we were really just like them
Does rebellion ever make a difference?

Nobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you, havin' fun!

Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come to see me again

Everyone's so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved, from the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace, from Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia

Healthy body, sick mind...it's just a matter of time
Sick body sick mind

Zeig heil to the president gasman, bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel Towers who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and kill all the fags who don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fires, it's not the way that's meant for me

Well people try to put us down, talkin' 'bout my generation
Just because we get around, talkin' 'bout my generation

Dumbstruck, colour me stupid
Good luck, you're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get
There at all

Well I'm half awake and half a world away
All my past mistakes and every mis-spent day
Cause I will never change, I'll always stay the same
I wouldn't have it any other way

When I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh, but I learned the hardest way

Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way

Gotta make a plan, gotta do what's right
Can't run around in circles if you wanna build a life
But I don't wanna make a plan for a day far away
While I'm young and while I'm able all I wanna do is

All I know is that I don't know
All I know is that I don't know nothing

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay

I didn't mean to scare you
You just seem really nice

I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for the motivation
Smoking my inspiration

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song

Cast out, buried in a hole
Struck down, forcing me to fall
Destroyed, giving up the fight
Well I know I'm not alright

I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts

So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe in

Not a burglar or a bankrobber
Just a kleptomaniac

I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier

D*ckhead, f*ckface
C*ck-smoking motherf*cking
Assh*le, dirty tw*t
Waste of semen, I hope you die

There's no I in team
No me in us, no you in we

Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago

Motivation, such an aggrivation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspirations, getting hard to fake them
Concentration, never hard to break it
Situation never what you want it to be

I'm on a sentimental journey into sight and sound
Of no returning, no looking back or down
A consciencious objector to the war that's in my mind
I'm leaving in the lurch and I'm taking back what's mine

It's your own life, so go your own way

Anybody ever say no?
Ever tell you that you weren't right?
Where did all the little kid go?
Did you lose it in a hateful fight?
And you know it's true

Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

What's the special occasion
Did you run out of friends?

Hey! Ho! Let's go!

Well I'm a waste like you
With nothing else to do
May I waste your time too?

Our silhouettes walk hand in hand
The drunken jukebox serenades

Ha ha you're dead, and I'm so happy
In loving memory of your demise
When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead, ha ha you're dead

Down there you gotta have a label
Just like a cow in a stable

Do as I say say not as I do
Because the sh*t's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ, on the contrary
I agree with every word you say

The runway lights are the deepest blue
Like the colour of your eyes
So close them tight and kiss me one last time
If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go
And would you miss me when you get there?

So God bless your f*cking past
And to hell with your glory

I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart

The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie

I'm an upstart, hey!
What you gonna do?
I'm an upstart, listen!
I'm talking to you!

Castaway, going at it alone
Castaway, now I'm on my own

Awakened to the aftertaste
Of cheap wine and bad decisions

Stranded, lost inside myself
My own worst friend and my own closest enemy

They say revolution begins at home
But for most of us it ends there too

Wrap me up in a plastic bag and hang me out to dry

So don't be jaded
I don't wanna spend another long and lonely weekend by the phone
Without anyone to call
I've had a lot of time to think and I'm so tired of thinking
I know why he put that bullet in his skull
Cause life can be so dull

All dressed up like a switchblade knife
This hanging love from the gallows

We'll still have our stories, our battle scars
Pirate ships and wounded hearts
Broken bones and all the best of friendships

I don't believe everything I read
I don't believe in promises
I don't believe in compromising
My own belief's inside my head

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