- High School Was Like Boot Camp For A Desk Job
My life
This time
I'm gonna choose to fight.
My life
This time
I'm gonna choose to fight.
Yeah!
Routine
Killing me!
I'm chained to a desk
Down on my knees.
9 to 5
ritual of death.
Sucking life right out of me.
Rolled up in a flag.
Will somebody please burn meeeeee?
This time
I'm gonna choose to fight.
My life
This time
I'm gonna choose to fight.
There's got to be much more than this
And if you see this raise your fist and fight!
Killing myself slowly
For this my life I give.
I'll die for my country
Fill my mouth up
With your piss!
All hopes and aspirations
Keep on falling out of life.
Happiness in America
Equals dollar signs
Tell me why?
No!
I never wanted any of this.
I reject your lifelessness.
I want to live
I want to fly.
I won't let my dreams just die.
I'm gonna choose to fight.
My life
This time
I'm gonna choose to fight.
There's got to be much more than this
And if you see this raise your fist and
FIGHT!
Letras
- 91
A Day In The Sun
Amor em Odio
Bet Against Me, You Lose
Beyond The Blinders
Além Dos Cegos
Binge/Purge
Death Conspiracy
Death For Life
Desperation Train
Don't Believe Everything You think
Don't Piss On My Neck And Tell Me It's Raining
Emo Holocaust
Entombed In Collide
Entombed We Collide
Enterrados Nós Colidimos
Flag Day
Fooled By Your Smile
Forever And A Day
Forget Regret
From The Minds Of Sick People
Getting it Off My Chest
Good Morning America
High School Was Like Boot Camp For A Desk Job
High School Was Like Boot Camp On Desk Job
Hippie Holocaust
Holding 60 Dollars On a Burning Bridge
Home Of The Brave
I Give My Life
I Wouldn't Piss In Your Ear If Your Brain Was On Fire
Let Down And Alone
Lookin Out For #1
Middle Fingers
No Cuts, no Butts, No Coconuts
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Salvation
Nosotros Controlamos Todo
One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest
Porno, Sex, Drugs, Lies, Money, and Your Local Government
Shh, It'll Be Our Little Secret
Sing Along With the Patriotic Punks
Sow The Seeds
Sticks & Stones
Testosterone Makes The World Go 'Round
The Plague
These Are a Few Of My Favorite Things
This Curse Of Days
This Is Not The End
Turn The Page
Unstoppable
W.w.j.d. ?
Wake Up, You're Dead
Wasted Words
What i Can't Hear, Touch, Taste, Smell Or See Can't Hurt Me
You Are a Bullshit Salesman With a Mouthful of Samples
You Can Lead a Man to Reason, But You Can't Make Him Think
You Mess With one Bean, You Mess With The Whole Burrito
You Van Lead a Man To Reason, But You Can't Make Him Think
You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples
