Making pies To TableTalk I used to mind Now I don't care It's not far Down the block Close my eyes Make the pies all day

I slam the door in my own face again To see if I will ever change the feeling I separate from my body Simply just lost in my mind If I walk and find a stone Break it open to find my own gold Making riches out of nothing There is one thing, the way it's

For what's beyond the flames Blinding my senses (now I am searching) Choking my senses (now I am searching) Step back to see the vision Seduction of our minds The skin becomes illusion She pulls me down and I fall behind The weakness of flesh is to

It's Friday night let's lose our minds in a downward spiral 'Cause we got no control (No control) It's Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we ever had Thank God for punk rock bands Till Monday morning strikes again We are the kings

To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

Since you had to go I've been on a roller coaster ride Up and down I go Over you, about to lose my mind It's out of control A click clacking my heart keeps making an ominous sound That chain keeps dragging me up just to drop me back down I think I'm over

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where