So, you say you have the right to kill.To seek and destroy at will.They've killed before the poor unborn.So you say you owe 'em one.All in the name of
Don't he look like a man With the contract in hand Sayin' to me "It's too big a hassle" I'm lucky to be where I am While he lives like a king Up in a
The years still grinning back at you In the neon lights and the spent cash you Get some and then it's gone Easy times, hard times all pile on Good times
at the apocalypse. It's rock-n-roll at the end of the world. Babylon's falling on the beast from the east in the Arabian sands. Bombs are exploding, but we're the squad
Who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields Builds your skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door neighbors In the ghetto city
We roam the streets of America.On a 30 gallon tank on the heels of a dream.Don't have much money or a good reputation.But things ain't always what they
Midnight, New York City Broadway, going up in flames Ground zero, big city Big Apple swallowed by the flames Bombs away, we never saw it coming Bombs
In the days of my youth, I will remember my God.Enjoy your life while you are still young.But remember God will judge you for what you have done.Not long
It hurts when I can't see your face Or call you on the phone It hurts me when I can't be sure If you're coming home It hurts me when we push and shove
It's what you want, it's what you need.Man they got the things for you.They'll break you big just like a chemical reaction.Then they'll tell you what
Well, the last time I saw you baby You had a look that you called divine Well, you drove all the boys crazy With a wink of your eye You bought a house
Drive through the night with no end in sight.Ten hour shift with ten hours left.A rainy day when we pull into LA.Dreaming of my home three thousand miles
This is a war.We bear the scars of our struggle.A struggle from within our souls.We fight for freedom to serve our God.And after all to stand.We took
people change, places change, things change, there not the same and through it all i come to terms with one thing that is true hypocrisy, theology, hostility
This is a song that I'm sendin to my generation.We are the youth confronting our failing nation.Standing in Christ, and we're never giving up.We've got
Don't act so uptight Don't shoot me down My patience is running out I need you here beside me I need your kiss Don't leave me here like this Make up
Look in my eyes Look in my eyes Who am I now In this disguise Shy away from you No words to say to you Can't run away with you today And if I could
I'm frozen in my chair Walk away or stay I can't say I'm not there Friends are good, but television's better Friends and beer or TV and me Alone, together
