The Grouch

I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I'm just another shitty old man.
I don't have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Glory days don't mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life's a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.

I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat.
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad.
I'm always rude i've got a bad attitude.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up.
I don't have sex `cause i can't get it up.
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.

I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I'm just another shitty old man.
I don't have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Glory days don't mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life's a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

The Static Age

Can you hear the sound of the static noise, blasting out in stereo?
Cater to the class and the paranoid, music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion, murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption

Visions of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
in stereo in the static age

Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape, working your insanity
Tragic ala madness and concrete Coca Cola execution
Conscions on a cross and your hearts in a vice,
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy

What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
in stereo in the static age

Hey,hey it's the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey,hey it's the static age millenium

All I want to know is a god damned thing
Not what's in the medicine
All I want to do is I want to breathe, batteries are not included
What's the latest way that a man can die?
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out "the dawn's early light"

The silence of the rotten,forgotten
Screaming at you

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
in stereo in the static age [x5]

See The Light

I crossed the river
Fell into the sea
Where the non-believers go beyond belief
Then I scratched the surface
In the mount of hell
Running out of service in the blood I fell

I just want to see the light!
I don't want to lose my sight!
I just want to see the light!
I need to know what's worth the fight!

I've been wasted
Pills and alcohol
I've been chasing
Down the pool halls
I drank the water from a hurricane
I set a fire just to see the flame

I just want to see the light!
I don't want to lose my sight!
I just want to see the light!
I need to know what's worth the fight!

I crossed the desert
Reaching higher ground
Then I found the pavement to take the liars down
But it's gone forever, but never too late
Where the ever after is in the hands of fate

I just want to see the light!
I don't want to lose my sight!
I just want to see the light!
I need to know what's worth the fight!

Before the lobotomy

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from

Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams

Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline

Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground

Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Sign my love a lost memory
From the end of the century

Well it's enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
When the sky is falling down
It burned your dreams into the ground

Christian's lesson

Is what he's been sold
We are normal and self-controlled
Remember to learn to forget
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes

Well I'm not stoned
I'm just fucked up
I got so high I can't stand up
I'm not cursed cause
I've been blessed
I'm not in love cause I'm a mess

Like refugees
We're lost like refugees
Like refugees
We're lost like refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from

Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams

Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline

Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground.