I could promise certain death And storms on Venus hold their breath Her stare's not for the faint of heart It kills you like a work of art That's never quite finished yet The words bounce off of concrete walls And no one's listening at all And no one can know how I need ya But I'll just keep on whispering Leah, you're breaking my heart, and I'm letting you Oblivious beauty, I'm betting you don't even know what you're doing to me Leah, the lighter in my bedroom vanity I'm nearing the flame 'til insanity drives me to hide it so no one can see The moon's a marble in her hand I watch the tides roll from the sand Oh, come and take me from this shore So I can sing you evermore I'd like to stay there if I can And I am getting restless I haven't told you why yet And no one can know how I need ya (no one can know how I need ya) But I'll just keep on yelling out Leah, you're breaking my heart, and I'm letting you Oblivious beauty, I'm betting you don't even know what you're doing to me Leah, the lighter in my bedroom vanity I'm nearing the flame 'til insanity drives me to hide it so no one can see Leah, you're breaking my heart, and I'm letting you Oblivious beauty, I'm betting you don't even know what you're doing to me Leah, the lighter in my bedroom vanity I'm nearing the flame 'til insanity drives me to hide it so no one can see

You look at me through vases The glass goes out of phases Eyes pressed into raisins Chin long like a slide And every which way bout it You look at me without it Without the crease in your brow Like it's too hard to decide That everywhere I wanna go I'd like you to follow and know I'd never ever wanna leave If everywhere I wanna see Comes crumbling down around me When I let bygones run free You always came in first place You tell it straight to my face I'm grabbing the gate at the sidelines And wondering how To stick out my heel and ideally Knock dominos down and I really wanna Show you you're running alone and freely Are you serious now? That everywhere I wanna go I'd like you to follow and know I'd never ever wanna leave And everything I wanna see Comes crumbling down around me When I let bygones run free You say you've got me where you want me But California haunts me Like you'd never believe And I'll stay but puppy love is crying For all the towns it dies in Why wasn't it with me? And everywhere I wanna go I'd like you to follow and know I'd follow you too I'd go with you home You're good and you're right for me You're in my bones And everywhere I wanna see Comes crumbling down around me When I let bygones run free And everywhere I wanna go I'd like you to follow and know I'd follow you too I'd go with you home You're good and you're right for me You're in my bones And everything I wanna see Comes crumbling down around me When I let bygones run free You say you've got me where you want me But California haunts me Like you'd never believe And I'll stay but puppy love is crying For all the towns it dies in Why wasn't it with me? You say you've got me where you want me But California haunts me Like you'd never believe And I'll stay but puppy love is crying For all the towns it dies in Why wasn't it with me?

One, two, three Hey A little more enthusiasm Come on, let's go One, two, three You've got me going crazy when you're on my mind But not exactly in a good way, I apologize And I know that sometimes I'm someone I can't begin to understand But I'm not tuning into some kind of righteous man You've got my number You can call it and see If I woke up with manners Or a curiosity Take it or leave it My pretty little song for you You've got an answer For every little thing I do When you cry you sharpen my knife I'm not cutting slack Take it or leave it Don't give it back And all of my buttons are loose in my pocket I'm falling apart like a bad bottle rocket And not getting far When I get a ticket to finally bid adieu Took a guilt trip or two Got in my car But you know my driving And my model and my plates So when you find me Here's what I am gonna say Take it or leave it My pretty little song for you You've got an answer For every little thing I do When you cry you sharpen my knife I'm not cutting slack Take it or leave it Don't give it back Take it or leave it My pretty little song for you You've got an answer For every little thing I do When you cry you sharpen my knife I'm not cutting slack Take it or leave it Don't give it back Take it or leave it Don't give it back Take it or leave it Don't give it back

I'm not here to entertain you I'm here to meet my friend the Russian The Irish, the German, the Columbian I don't care how bad I fuck up I care about how fucked up I get I'm not your clown I'm your dealer And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted To the pure and totally uncut I'm not here to amuse you I'm here to abuse my body I'm here because old habits die hard And seriously, what else am I supposed to do? This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit It's sad, but this is my life Welcome to our mission statement Total self-debasement And not giving our all Watch us Fall! It's not that we don't pull it It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent Would you rather be fed bullshit From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar "This one goes out to all our fans all over the world Without you, we'd just be us. So, I just wanna say thank you! We fuckin' love you, Modesto!" Fuck you! And you're takin' it easy before the show So you won't lose your voice And disappoint your fans routine And you don't care about the children You don't even know them All you know is their money

Just like the Kennedys killed Marilyn Monroe The Reagans had a secret the public couldn't know At Winterland his wife was wankin' a kid And he couldn't let anyone know what she did The voters couldn't know about Nancy and Sid I'm sorry dear, but this is how it's gotta be You gotta kill the groupie and frame the junkie No one cares about Nancy Spungeon And Sid will be on the Rikers in the dungeon If you wanna be the first lady, you gotta get rid of Sid And make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD (make it look like an OD) Hinckley didn't do it for Jodie Foster He was a Pistols fan and a punk rocker He wanted revenge on the first lady But instead, he shot Reagan and James Brady Well, everybody knows was Mrs. Reagan did Sid never killed Nancy, Nancy killed Sid Now we all know what Nancy did (Nancy killed Sid) She stabbed the groupie and blamed it on Sid (Nancy killed Sid) Now we all know what Nancy did (Nancy killed Sid) She stabbed the groupie and blamed it on Sid

'There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood They always listen to mom They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told They don't drink, or fuck, or fight They sit home, and read, expand their minds There's something wrong with the kinds in my cul de sac Their always goin to church They dress well and they're Speaking articulate They show each other respect They're never late, don't smoke Or break rules They eat right, study hard They like school There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood'

Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy Well that's not true, I've got a bed And a guitar, and a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what? So what? So what? I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes Where everything important to me Just seems to fall right down my leg And onto the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head Gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside, combin' the sand Metal meter in my hand Sportin' a pocket full of change That's me in the street with a violin under my chin Playin' with a grin Singin' gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head That's me inside your head

We're the band with our own label That's money under the table, that's answering to no one But still, other bands just love to hate us Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face That's OK, it's not that they don't like us They're just a little jealous, cause We're having more fun (The band that wouldn't die) We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander Bastions of D.I.Y Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions We own most of our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets We don't have management, we get to play loaded And only 3 months a year Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off And so is goin' out (fuck us) I suppose that's how we'll go out Played out and way after our time

I'm not insane I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame Nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that I'm off to Pakistan Learn the laws of Islam Fundamentalism Forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink In fact, It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane I'm not liquored up I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, and there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring In fact it's difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane