spill your guts

Singer: flatliners, the

back again

and there's nothing you can do

i took some time and figured out your plot

you said that you changed again

but you'll always be the same

just under a different name

hey!

my roots

my rules

my cuts and bruises show it all

but i don't see nothing on you

i know what to do

you better figure it out too

who knew? who knew? who knew?

it's time

everything hurt's just the same

they say there's no room for change

but all these promises are still made

i'll hold my breath till my head explodes

they'll just cram it down your throat

rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar

no!

i'll spill my guts on your fucking clothes

buy a gun

shoot someone

grow up in america

land of the free? well i'm tellin' ya. who makes the laws? abides by the call? and everything else. i'll never figure it out

wake me up when the revolution's started

don't drop the bomb

we've gotta stop this

wake me up when the darkest cloud is daunted

make way for change

make way

keep kicking

vicious

you're wearing mother fucking cleats

when the time comes

i'll be standing tall and you'll be looking up at me

you take it all for yourself

yeah

that's fine

just go ahead

it goes straight to your head

it goes straight to your head

your selfishness

malice

prejudice

all in all

and the rest of the time is spent in distress

keep fucking taking it and taking it

until it's boiled over the edge

and you're half over the fence

looking back

hey!

they'll just cram it down your throat

rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar

no!

i'll hold my breath till my head explodes

hey!

they'll just cram it down your throat

rip your eyes out of your head and tell you what you're seeing is fashionable

i'll hold my breath till my head explodes