No kind of life! this is no kind of life! (I've got to get out!) It's no kind of life! this is no kind of life! (You can't blame me!) My freedom is best Whole country's on house arrest And everyone's a suspect You can't feel the flow because you died

Sometimes it seems like lately, I just don't know The bad things in life were so few Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days, long ago When we were kids, when we were young Things seemed so perfect, you know? The days were endless, we were

It comes in spades From a life of pain I don't care 'cause I don't give a fuck It tears a path right through me Both hands broken together Clenching fists cause the rage You stabbed me in the back over a sliver A feeling I have been betrayed A systematic

Won't you get the fuck out of my face, now! In the sea of life you're just a minnow Live your life insecure Feel the pain of your needles As they shit into my mind You stole my life Without a sigh You sucked me dry You came into my life

There is no way to stop it All I see is zombies We're coming out to get you We're eating you for profit We're oh, so glad we met you Do you feel alive, yeah? Walking all around us You can hear them coming (they come to take your life) You can hear them

I'ma millionaire with you, with you, with you It all feels so right to be living it up for two So that's what I'ma do Yeah I'ma spend it all Like there's no tomorrow Windows to the walls I'ma get it for ya In all of my life, I've waited for someone like

And I'm the kind of person who starts getting kinda nervous When I'm having the time of my life Is there a word for the way that I'm feeling tonight? Happy and sad at the same time I never felt so high No, I've never been this far off of the ground And

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be

The Boys always spending all their money on love You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,