If you go your way and I go mine Are we so helpless against the tide Baby, every dog on the street Knows that we’re in love with defeat Are we ready to be swept off our feet And stop chasing every breaking wave wave Every breaking wave wave on the shore

She said come over to the dark side She got me walking on a thin line She crawled all up in my mind Come over to the dark side The taste of her lips, the curse of the kiss The wave wave of her hips Black magic hypnotized Magnetic feelings pull me deeper

There is no pain you are receding You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying I have become comfortably numb Hello? Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home?

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

That's compelling you on, yeah Cascading waves of emotion Cascading over us still From leaving feelings unspoken The way we always will Just keep going strong With whatever it is, yeah Don't be afraid when I'm gone Keep whatever it is, yeah

Creator as Observer congruent systems collapsing mutating waveforms to become sight-sound touch. A sick perception is now my only link to reality scorched eternally blistering yet I prevail. My merciless plan of creation entails seeing the unseen forge

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

I was a boat trapped in a bottle Dying for water, you were the ocean I was a compass, I couldn't find heaven I didn't know how, but I was broken I was a castaway with no end I drew a broken heart in the sand And you were the wave, wave, the wave, wave, the wave wave That

The call of the Alps The call home The call of the mountains The tune in our hearts The song of the mountains Against the waves, with our swords in our hands Against the sea, with our backs to the walls Against distress, in the presence of our enemies

The world I love To be part of The wave, wave, can't stop Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunct the pistol that you pay for This punk, the feeling that