| Lyric | Song |
|---|
| You picked me up and cleaned me up and taught me self respect | |
| But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold | |
| Let me live without this empty bliss, selfishness | |
| I'm looking for a complication, looking cause I'm tired of trying | |
| It's just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head | |
| Gonna start a new band and we'll learn to play | |
| Darkness fills my heart with pain | |
| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs | |
| I'll tip my hat to the new constitution | |
| It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy | |
| I can't stand it, I know you planned it | |
| Im all i want to be, a walking study in demonology | |
| Hang on to the glory of my right hand | |
| Speeding down the fast lane, playin' from town to town | |
| Drive my car into the ocean | |
| One day is fine, the next is black | |
| Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry | |
| Nobody gonna take my girl, I'm gonna keep her to the end | |
| Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow | |
| They've not a care for the rush of traffic | |
| Heaven send Hell away, no one sings like you anymore | |
| It's not for me I ask this question, as though I were a king | |
| You break your back can't do no wrong | |
| What's real, and what's for sale? | |
| The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair | |
| I can't wash you off my skin | |
| You'll forget about me after I've been gone | |
| Forty thousand men and women everyday | |
| The songs you grow to like never stick at first | |
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