Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

No, I can't be the on-only one Ooh ooh ooh, give me a sign That you feel it too Baby, cross the line Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need more When we're making this up Say it isn't so 'Cause I'm so desperate for you I can taste your skin on my tongue (my tongue)

You don't know how it feels To be misunderstood To reach for the sky I thought you never would But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised From the grip that I once had on you And I'm open for a new way Because there's not much more that I can fake This

I can feel it ah-ah You know I said it's true Can you feel it too I can feel the love I gotta tell you (tell you) I can feel it You know I said Na-na-na-na No, oh, oh, yeah

When you're gone, gone Other boys come and other boys go I'm looking for a lost boy caught up in the haze Searching night and day for you Can't you see I'm slipping too? I can't, I can't hold on I remember how it feels Lying in your tattooed arms

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make You can fix your nose if he says so But if you can't look inside you Find out who am I too Be in the position to make me feel so Damn unpretty My outsides look cool

'Cause all we got is right now Tomorrow way too far away And we can't get back yesterday But we young right now We got right now So get up right now Baby tonight I need you And I feel it when I see you Wherever you wanna go

She is beautiful She looks good And it's true The girl is beautiful The girl's too young It's all coming back I can feel it I ain't got nothing to lose (Nothing to lose) Na na na na na na na na

Who the fuck are you now? You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Can you feel it now? We're calling you out And it's true you're dead now It's light out, your last song Lifestyles of the young and the reckless

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be