Feeling like a loser, feeling like a bum Sitting on the outside observing the fun Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun Hop into the backseat, baby
Garden of the Gods ©2000 Catsongs Productions Don't you ever think that you've had enough You went and blew the grade guess you're not so tough
They they can make a law, Then I can break a law. If I can break a law, Will the law break me? It comes tumbling down again, I can't comprehend, Is it
Since I can remember, guess I been a problem Never had a filter, never been the popular one To sugarcoat what I know is undeniable I just can't hide it
Help me if you can It's just that this is going away I want it so quickly please, Help me understand what I've given in to all the years And this darkness
HooK Ah ha hush that fuss/Everybody move to the back of the bus/Do you wanna bump and slump with us/ we the type of people make the club get crunk Big
Don't be on the outside looking on the inside If you're on in the inside looking on the outside Things that look invitin' seldom are exciting Stay on
(carly simon) There are plenty of late nights If you want to stay up for them You'll just want to find yourself a friend And tie a couple on in a night
For over half a million young people every weekend A good night out means breaking the law Outsider, outsider, outsider, outsider Outsider, outsider,
Suburban Noize Records Go Kottonmouth Kings 2004 We got this punk hip-hop shit on lock We are the Outcast?s, running renegades Modern day anti-hero?s
Someone else is in your arms tonight While I?m all alone and blue Someone else would kiss and hold you tight Just the way I used to do I used to be your
Music: Krabol/Svee February '94 Lyrics: Hirsch April '94 Inspired by a short-story by H.P.Lovecraft (1890-1937) "Climbing up the tower, I'm on my way
He was the son of champion, a proud Olympian Taught his boy all the tricks he'd ever need to win The games were fierce as battle, not for ordinary man
You've got the father who can get everything and being in possession and being envied makes you feel like you're feeling something. How am I just a merchant
I will never witness your love again I will never witness your love again I never knew the stranger in you I never knew the stranger in you The stranger
(ian hunter) Death be my mistress, guns be my wife Breath is my witness and roads are my life Just give my future's clean as a knife Far on the way from
Underneath the sky Driving through the snow Something in my mind Pulls me off the road Got to get it down and out Before it goes Got to tell myself What
I don't mind simple rules So we won't live like cavemen But I won't let them take What is left of my freedom So tired, worn out, my tears are gone Outsider