see It's a filthy world and I can't go back Now I can't go back Now I can't go back I've been misused and I can't go back Everybody
I shield my eyes from my own memory I knew all about your plans I really did understand But you didn't let me know I wasn't invited to
, waste what you got Don't corrupt my life Just leave me alone Drown it in alcohol, I don't care at all I like list and sexual thrust I
(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson) I see tha anger in the back of your eyes I know the vengeance running through your mind You're up on the
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo) I don't want to grow up I don't want to grow up If growing up means being like you Then I don't want
mad Because I think about you every night and day And when I could have asked I let it slip away I've got to get to know you, but I'm so afraid
t get in I have no use for them Just came from my girl's bed Don't think I'll ever forget what she said I tried to show her my song
mean nothing, can't you see And I don't want to smell your stinky beave ** No Fat Beaver No Fat Beaver Swear I'm gonna leave her Can't
(Lyrics by F. Navetta, Music by T. Lombardo) Rockstar Poser Asshole Loser Satisfaction Recognition Leave me alone Rockstar
i don't want to grow up i don't want to grow up if growing up means being like you then i don't want to be like you recycled trash it's deja vu i don'
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i see tha anger in the back of your eyes i know the vengeance running through your mind you're up on the cross with a heart full of nails hanging your
i can't go back and i can't go back i had a young boy's dream but i can plainly see it's a filthy world and i can't go back now i can't go back now i
hard, play fast you must sacrifice nothing else will suffice pay the price we never did a popular thing don't even know how to sing couldn't sell out a telephone booth what i
on your face, waste what you got don't corrupt my life just leave me alone drown it in alcohol, i don't care at all i like list and sexual thrust i like
man i only want to know a couple of things about you where were you when i was in so much trouble with myself and do you still believe in me like i believe i
of disgust as i shield my eyes from my own memory i knew all about your plans i really did understand but you didn't let me know i wasn't invited to go
i don't want to grow up i don't want to grow up if growing up means being like you then i don't want to be like you recycled trash it's deja vu i don
