Let me set it straight, I’ve done some shit,And maybe I ain’t too proud of itThe monster in your bedYou were begging me “please don’t stop!”Said that I’m a douchebag, won’t call backThe worst hangover you ever hadFelt so good at first, you knew that it could never lastWanna wash the dirt off my hands,...
A place for the newly weds and nearly deads I’m counting the stones I hope you know I love you.Got a lot of friends 6 feet under us.Counting down the days till we join the party.Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine…Breathing in these lies is no surpriseThese evil things are all we knowLets take...
I have this theory, bands with enigmatic lyrics attract crazies.
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill’s a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
I wasn’t aware that was how I felt, either, until it was out. And now that I’ve said it like that, I’m not exactly sure it is how I feel. But this isn’t a piece of paper I can crumple up and throw away. they aren’t words I can cross out to start over. Now...
Even the bands I dig don’t have a history of attaining mass consumption.
It’s impossible to compare two bands. It would be like comparing two lovers.
All the classic bands that have been around forever, they came up gradually.
I’d been bumming around in bands since my school days.
I loved hard-rock bands, and I loved songwriters who told stories.
Yeah,You rocked my world foreverI know you still rememberHow we felt beforeYeah,We should be together’Cause nothing could be betterThan the way we wereBaby, let’s go back to the way we wereLet’s turn back the clockThis time we’ll take it slowYou can stay the night,This time I won’t let goAnd when the morning comes,We can start...
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I’m lonely as hellStill looking for myself
I wouldn’t know any newer bands. We’re past the pimple stage.
Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of violence. The other band members were quick to let go of their musical dreams, but I never did. They did the ‘mature’ thing: after writing off the band as a teenage...
A lot of bands whine about the road and how tough it is.
I’m sorry for breaking down when I should’ve been stitching myself back up