L7
| Baggage | When We Pretend That We’re Dead | Can I Run |
|---|---|---|
| I’m lookin’ old today In a very sort of jaded way Very cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can’t remember the summer It’s all a blur, yeah It’s been pilin’ high It’s been pilin’ up so goddamn high Now I’ve got baggage I’m probably tagged for life My self-righteous eyes Wanna close the book It’s got nothing to do with the looks Can’t keep it together, losin’ my grip Yeah, I’ve been sinking down Time to abandon ship It’s hard to swim with baggage My friends are all strangers They stopped calling weeks ago But guilt’s a heavy load It’s a very very heavy load Packed in my baggage |
What’s up with what’s going down In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They’ve got in the palm of their big hands When we pretend that we’re dead When we pretend that we’re dead They can’t hear a word we’ve said When we pretend that we’re dead Turn the tables with our unity They’re neither moral nor majority Wake up and smell the coffee Or just say no to individuality When we pretend that we’re dead When we pretend that we’re dead They can’t hear a word we’ve said When we pretend that we’re dead C’mon c’mon When we pretend that we’re dead When we pretend that we’re dead They can’t hear a word we’ve said When we pretend that we’re dead |
Are these sensible shoes on my feet I wear my shades so our eyes don’t meet I’m scared every fuckin’ day I wear my headphones so I can’t hear what you say Can I run Switch to paranoid from having fun Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace Comes from living in a terrorist state Can I run When he’s following me He’s not my brother, he’s my enemy Is he behind the door or in back of the tree Is he under the bed, is he in the back street Can I run |
| Fuel My Fire | Shitlist | One More Thing |
|---|---|---|
| I’ve got a word of thanks Thanks that I’d like to say For the rage that I feel For the rage that I feel today Gotta stack gotta stack Stack of chips on my shoulder In everything I do Cause I made I made I made The mistake the mistake of trusting you People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel Yeah my layers are thick And I got a bad attitude Yeah that knife in my back Has fingerprints that belong to you Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge That I’m holding for you As long as I live Cause you lied you lied you lied To my face and that’s something that I can’t forgive You liar People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah |
When I get mad And I get pissed I grab my pen And I write out a list Of all the people That won’t be missed You’ve made my shitlist For all the ones who bum me out For all the ones Who fill my head with doubt For all the squares who get me pissed You’ve made my shitlist Shitlist When I get mad And I get pissed I grab my pen And write out a list Of all you assholes That won’t be missed You’ve made my shitlist Shitlist |
I’ve just about had enough I’m drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can’t take One more thing i’m gonna break You need more, well get in line too many things grabbing at my time I’ll tell you brother right out flat I’m gonna have to throw you back One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can’t take One more thing i’m gonna break I fix my enging and my tire goes flat It’s one more thing that I can’t have Politics messing with my rights There’s nothing fun to do tonight Yeah, one more thing |
