Drive on, drive on
My special one
Don’t you stop ‘til you know you’re gone
Your sister and me have a set of keys
Don’t you worry your head ‘bout a thing

Drive on, drive on
My special one
Don’t you stop ‘til you know you’re gone

Drive on, drive on
My special one
Don’t you stop ‘til you know you’re gone
Your sister and me will keep your place clean
So it shines when you finally come home

Drive on, drive on
My special one
Don’t you stop ‘til you know you’re gone

I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I’m just another shitty old man.
I don’t have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Glory days don’t mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life’s a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.

I’ve decomposed, yet my gut’s getting fat.
Oh my god I’m turning out like my dad.
I’m always rude i’ve got a bad attitude.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

The wife’s a nag and the kid’s fucking up.
I don’t have sex `cause i can’t get it up.
I’m just a grouch sitting on the couch.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.

I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I’m just another shitty old man.
I don’t have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

Glory days don’t mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life’s a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.

The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain’t here, but he sure went past
Oh, you’re looking for Jimmy Jazz

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz

So if you’re gonna take a message ‘cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz

Don’t you bother me, not anymore
I can’t take this tale, oh, no more
It’s all around, Jimmy Jazz

J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
ANd see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain’t your day
Chop! Chop!

Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, ‘cause you can get anything.

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
so tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can’t get off.

Oh, I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
so tell me, where do the children play?

Well you’ve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
‘til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Is it you?
Is it you who’s been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

American shopping malls,
Where a product is sold and bought here,
Euthanizing the public,
While the dead walk the escalators,
the drone from the loudspeakers,
repeat a subliminal message,
that hypnotizes you to consume
and there’s no way to fight it.

Is it you?
Is it you who’s been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Is this human freedom,
Hedonistic excess?
Junky consumerism,
Mass-production, toxic sickness,
Everyone is wearing now,
Plastic masks that they hide behind,
Marketing massive slabs of nothing,
Everything is for sale here.

Is it you?
Is it you who’s been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

The arrogates are spewing nonsense,
Well, they’re so aggressive,
Yet so repulsive
Well, it’s a noxious culture,
Of the swarming vultures!
And I see an imposter,
And he’s coming to get you!

Is it you?
Is it you who’s been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who’s born frustrated?

Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self destruction
Widespread panic

Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish… mass confusion

Well the world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with… I don’t care

There’s a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing’s left

Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate

Well the world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with… I don’t care

I wanna jump out

Don’t let them fool ya,
Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!
We’ve got a mind of our own,
So go to hell if what you’re thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone,
Against the darkness there must come out the light.

Could you be loved… and be loved…

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I’m always dragging that horse around

All of these questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I’m gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it’s always darkest before the dawn

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world,
Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl.
Love ‘n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands,
Hands that slap his kids around, ‘cause they don’t understand how,

Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.

‘n every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock ‘n roll,
Grabs the mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold,
But I believe in this and it’s been tested by research,
He, who fucks nuns, will later join the church.

Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Fear in the gun-sights,
They say lie low,
You say ok,
Don’t wanna play the show,
Now all you’re thinking
“Was it death or glory now?”
Playing the blues of kings,
Sure looks better now.

Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, just another story?

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street,
Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat,
It’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you’ve been trying for years, we ‘ready heard your song

Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?

We gonna march, a long way,
Fight, a long time,
We got to travel, over mountains,
Got to travel, over seas,
We gonna fight, your brother,
We gonna fight, ‘til you lose,
We gonna raise, trouble,
We gonna raise, hell.

We gonna fight, your brother,
Raise, hell.

Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, becomes just another story.