But then came trouble Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground It's only gonna let you down Come the lightning and the

And I, want to be, anarchy 'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy Oh I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I want to destroy your passion boy In this fuckin' city

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you You're a canary I'm a coal mine 'Cause sorrow is just all the rage Take one for the team You all know what I mean And I'm so sorry

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out Raise your window If you raise your window I can ease out soft and low If I get away this time I won't be caught no more 'Cause the man out there might Be your man, I don't know Your neighbors gonna be

Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys I like you a lot So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise Blue ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys 'Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.