Big sky, what a place Big town, big deal Big sky, blacks and whites Shove that tape deck up your ass Big sky, big town Big wheel, big deal
Brick on your head From the top of the ceiling Urban sniper, urban killer Won't be finished Until you're dead Urban sniper, urban killer Brick out the
For every living soul That is all they talk about At Data Control They know everything about you Keeping secrets is too hard Your life is all recorded
Got these little pills To curb your appetite Take a couple of these You'll be up all night I can scream, I can jump, I can shout I can tear the whole
Can't explain the way I feel It's all so clear, it's all so real Some kind of game, they're all the same Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame You
Don't have a life That I wanna live with you There's a thousand things That I'd rather do It's my life, told you There's none for you Just let me be
If you're tired of all those other dances If you're tired of all those other moves You should do this dance that's really wayout You should do this dance
Gilligan's Island Is where I wanna be I wanna fuck Ginger Underneath a big palm tree I wanna make the professor Make some good drugs for me Oh Gilligan
We've got guns at my school You've got guns at your school Guns and knives/taking lives Fuck you! Every time it's a different story When they come to
Every time I see that girl My lips begin to curl She's livin', she's livin' in another world She's just too damn surreal And I'm not interested In what
Gotta gotta go now Gotta keep a date Be at the corner Mistake to be late Half block away now Bus is at the light Driver's grinning madly It's a run for
Don't run away [3x] Why should I stay And give my life away You've picked my number First thing I've ever won But that's just my luck Now you got me
Hear the sirens in the afternoon Enemy missile gonna hit us soon Casualties will be gigantic Run down the street and panic Push the button baby Freak
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, aagh... Seven days [7x]
Here we go with politics It's so fucked, it makes me sick He's a socialist, you're just thick Tell me you're an anarchist What's that swastika in your
Fight for your country Fight for your life Days are numbered Soon dismembered Ultracore, ultracore We don't wanna die in your fucking war Ultracore,
I'm tired of doing things your way [12x]
