(Here's the truth) I'm a little irresponsible most of the time I'm a man of my word but only when I ain't lying I say I'm not a hater but I hate to see you shine Especially if your shine is outshining mine I wanna be faithful but I keep running into

Deep into the past Greet a blade of grass Every endless form most beautiful Before the grandeur of it all Our floating pale blue ark Of endless forms most beautiful Lay on a field of green with mother Eve Look at yourself in the eyes of aye-aye Unfolding

The end is knocking We've all been lost for most of this life (lost for most of this life) Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us And I know that most of us just ain't right (most of us just ain't right) Following the wrong steps, being led by pride

All my heroes have now become ghosts Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most All my heroes are dead and gone But they're inside of me They still live on Ain't nothing for me to end up like this There's no comparing me this time Stare in wonder

I used to sleep at the foot of old glory And awake in the dawn's early light But much to my surprise when I opened my eyes I was a victim of the great compromise I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of

It's in his scrawny hands Valentine, Valentine He's got something to say It's Valentine's day It's in his tiny face It's in his icy heart It's happening today Valentine told me who's to go Feelings he treasured most of all

She was the only one Does heaven have enough angels yet? Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak

All inhale the downward spiral Just aim and end another But think, as I rape your mother In the most desolate corner A bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow Hey, get in line for tragic Let us dance to the pistol magic Another

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in