ALL MY BESTFRIENDS ARE METALHEADS

Do you think it's strange
that there's this way of how you look at,
how you act like, and how you think and pretend they're not the same as you
Do you know about his strength of convictions
or how she puts all her faith in religion
Did you ever take the time
to really discover how little we know about each other?
this all becomes one more chance to
keep us from saying anything
and separate from everything.
And all this really means
you're one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound


NERVOUS IN THE ALLEY

On a tuesday in the rain I never thought there'd come a day
if I put myself to the test would I ever raise a fist
would I just shut my mouth, would I just block it out?
I've sworn a million times never to be left,
standing with that feeling
of hopelessness, just standing nervous in the alley
When all is said and through
would I know just what to do
and if I put myself to the test
would I ever raise a fist
would I just shut my mouth or just block it out
I've sworn a million times never to be left,
standing with that feeling
of hopelessness, just standing nervous in the alley
Is it a change of heart,
that keeps us apart
and you say it's true
and we know it's true
when all we have left is me and you
and it's so strange,
when all I have left to say
is I wonder what's worth fighting for?

another friend you won't miss anyhow


ASK THE 8 MAGIC BALL

What the fuck
the fuck have I become
I've become the product of the sum
caught in an endless circle
I've become the stupidest man in the world
"Chalk another one up to experience"
y'know it doesn't make any sense
to do it all over again
and then again
then do it all over again
I've become the stupidest man
I think I'm drawing a blank again
this dizziness never seems to end
never seems to end
you know it never seems to end
drunk and sitting in and thinking
change it never seems to come when I'm thinking

HISTORY OF A BORING TOWN

Just talked to this girl who used to live on my street
after all these years you're here and you remember me
She said her old boyfriend
packed up and headed back east
but she always knew someday he would go
she just got a new job but doubts it will last
so lets take a drink and never think
here's to the past
She says it's so funny how life burns out so fast
it's just another wasted day
A boring life in a boring town
with the same old crowd
and I used to say that I'd never stay
but I'm rotting here today
With that same old crowd that's always been around
and I always thought I'd be the first to go
That same old crowd that brings me down
another day in a boring town
And remember when they'd look through you
and then look past me
we were the ones they said would always leave
when you go think of me.


JOHNNY QUEST THINKS WERE SELLOUTS

Well I
Really don't know
If it matters at all so,
But we try to keep our prices low
For records and our shows
But is that enough,
Or is it that we're not punk enough,
Or it that you think ska just sucks,
But Johnny Quest, he thinks we're what?
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts

KRAZY GLUE

It seems I can't explain it all
all the reasons gone and I just can't seem to shake
what I've been brought up on
and well it hard to say
and its hard to explain
that all the things I've known are feeling strange
I guess I'll always have tradition
to fall back on
and just what the hell
am I supposed to do
just accept someone else's point of view
and we could ramble on and on and still not know...
and what keeps rolling through my brain
it keeps running like a non-stop freight train
its that tradition seems to stick to you
just like krazy glue

HOWS MY DRIVING DOUG HASTINGS

Friday night on coke with a crow bar,
left at two in the back of Doug's car,
without a plan and being fucked up,
looking to get something for ourselves.
Friday night at three at a side door,
Doug said try to get the door just once more
I said man this all fucked up
just looking to get something
something for ourselves
feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself
fuck doug
I'm not going out like this
he said man I'm all I got and I won't be missed
this makes no sense
it makes no sense to me
this isn't the way its supposed to be

SUGER IN YOUR GAS TANK

If I had a scheme for everything,
It seems that I'd more content with it all,
If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts,
and my dumb dreams
I could deal with this nonstop spinning world.
If only I could say that everything's ok
take a good look
and look the other way,
frustration, hell, who needs it anyway.
I'd rather sit back,
and just smoke cigarettes.
be the one with the loudest mouth
be the most closed minded that I could get