The sound that you're listening to Is from my guitar that's named Lucille I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation Or you might say, brought me fame I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille Sometime when I'm blue seem

Didn't know what I wanted yet I wanna thank you for letting me live in a house Well here's another love song for you When you were a little girl When you were an ocean away from me But you were already listening to The Pixies When we were a little shy

Are we alive or just breathing Don't close your eyes, see the images Descend into hysteria Chaos of mankind but who is listening to the voice of hatred Tortured souls lost so completely lost Weakened in the concept of decline, deception The sky weeps

I'm not listening, not anymore The more I learn, the more I ignore I told you before, won't listen anymore I told you before, lets settle the score The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose No, I'm not

If you love me, say so, if you love me say so Don't leave me here in the dark when it's hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don't owe me your love And I know that you

If you love me, say so, if you love me say so Don't leave me here in the dark when it's hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don't owe me your love And I know that you

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

No you don't even like You're so gay and you don't even like boys No you don't even like boys I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf While jacking off listening to Mozart You bitch and moan about LA Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway

Is this who you are? (Is this who you are?) Some sweet violent urge A weak fallen man (A weak fallen man) With the promise of an end Why are you here? Are you listening? Can you hear what

I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But