The more things change The more they stay the same We gotta wake up Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro-life I don't want to see You can't change me You tell me not to bow Just follow for now

I can't keep calm, I can't keep still I forget all that I've been taught Pulled apart against my will And I'm caught It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do To try and keep from calling you Well, can my dreams keep coming true How can they, cause when

FOOLS! I cast you all aside! Your bullets harm me not I am heresy, blazing hell The embodiment ov all you fear I am all which you can never be A truth revealing hate machine No longer will I tolerate Lies from a kingdom built on dread Yet what if naught

Let's get crazy Lookin' for some action, want a mean machine Gettin' hot 'n' nasty, climbin' in-between I'm-a rockin' in the mornin' and in the night I'm gonna find a mama makes me feel right Let's get crazy (alright)

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the

I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me Every night I feel 'em fucking with me Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me Every God damn night I feel 'em fucking with me Why? Please God I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night Open

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

The bittersweet between my teeth Tryin' to find the in-between Fall back in love eventually Uh, half naked and almost famous. Wild nights and all those places. I be, half naked and almost famous. And when I get up I ain't changin', Tell the world lace

I'm still haunted by the best years of The best years of my life 'Cause I was caught up in the crime It's a loaded memory Yeah, it kills me every time And I'm trying not to scream but it's eating me alive A pocket full of pills and a forty in my mouth