We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well There I was standing on that hill when The other kids came in for the kill, Then something hit my head
cool over different states of mind we collide over stupid fucking sides swallow our pride because of what our friends think we turn our heads when we should've turned the other
know each other They call it family You may end up six-feet-under Anywhere and anytime It's a one-way-street with a thousand lanes And a million ways to die A thompson sub-machine
more civilised than humanity. Mankind has lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling
here, sir, right over here. This machine here will give you a number. Okay, now go ahead. (The Blue Guy reaches into the machine, pulls a lever and takes
Beauty, yeah Their clothes are out of style And the road shows on their faces The hair that once lived on their heads Has moved to other places
around in a circle Further and further we go In my time machine taking a ride One thousand years ago when I made you mine My time machine, the other
just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the
it any other way. Been walkin' my mind to an easy time, my back turned toward the sun, Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
time machine To take us back to when Your favorite word was ?please? And mine was always ?yes? Verse 2: Grown-ups and ?no no? words They spelled over our heads
to live Where am I? Father, what happened? I need help What is democracy? What is democracy? It got something to do with young men killing each other
man, half machine What does it mean? What does it mean? Half man, half machine What does it mean? What does it mean? Half man, half machine What does
dogs. The seargent major of the neighbourhood is weighing up the cost. The senior transit lane While we're standing in the rain Worried if our heads will
made the back of my head glow Golden yellow and then I took Ten stars on sticks And placed them in my small metal Bucket and I gave the other Half of
of mine only sky ahead love's so hard to find i saw it come and saw it go somewhere down the line down the line the dream machine's on speed my head
love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race Everything
[Abilities] To everyone out there... [Eyedea] Speaking of out there SPEAKING of out there Where's he from? He's from some other planet, I heard
away! The feds take all your green, for the doomsday machine. You're heading down the track. Wonder why people crack. Down with the arms race. Keep the other