We could just run them red lights We’re going to make it now Don’t ever turn around Nobody else needs to know Where we might go There ain’t no reason to stay We’ll be light years away What are we waiting for Blacked out,

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

We don't need rehab What do you see, when you look at me? Don't cover my scars, let them bleed Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be? Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy We don't need rehab, mmm mmm I pay them girls just to get love I pay them to lie to

Both sides of the story Both sides of the story We always need to hear both sides of the story People looking for truth, we must not fail them now Be sure, before we close our eyes Don't walk away from here Oh, both sides of the story Find yourself in

All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

Why we need to be like them Kids will have fun and offend They don't want to and don't fit in So give me one good reason Mom and dad they quite don't understand it All the kids they laugh as if they planned it Why do girls wanna pierce their nose? And

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds