final cut The sound is getting louder ? these are words you should understand And still you?re deafened by dedication and complex The final cut is
This time taking it away I've got a problem With me getting in the way my final sign So I take my face and bash it into a mirror I won't have to see the
get outta that basement And travel to a magical, far away place, Where the sun is always shining And the air smells like warm root beer, And the towels are oh so
the Janitor is played by the accordion. Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh
my so-called friends to see So keep on readin' between the lines A frogue's tongue freakin' at a jar of flies If we never meet again it's to soon - so
't hate me because i'm beautiful hate me because i'm good at everything I'm wooden maybe i shouldn't be showing my hand but so far everything's going
migraine would take me and break me and it'd cripple me So much that in dreams, it'd seem, with a hole in my temple That I could probably make my headaches finally go away
this life defending and the flames of youth not ending In a lifetime searching, we must fight through the eternal pain So alone in a world far away,
away Nothing's real about your fame I can see you drown in your own wake So pale, so thin you'd float away I see you trying so hard So no one will ever
darker underneath, I'm darker by far I'm as dark as hell - you know who you are So now when I make love I make love to myself I got no disease so it
to finally understand The hand of God defends America And who would not defend America? We've got light on our side We're in pole position So praise
the mortgage, In fact, here's to Suburbia. Lay down your briefcase, Far from the rat race, Where nothing can disturb ya. Uncomplicated, It's what we waited For so
indian mile Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks Plant them They will grow Watch them waver so
what tomorrow brings Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head Seeing some act up from one taste out the cup Can't build me up to cut me down
bags, the brutal honesty can tend to spill out, and me I like to whisk you all away - whisk you all away with my terrible mind. And when they finally
mine I never had You're the kind of love I had That I never thought there was Saint, Saint, Saint, Saint Augustine Far, far, far away, Georgie Koontz
brothers And as time it went by, he developed his eyes So they could only see the flaws in others With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away And
Everything was blown so far away And I fell down, I failed to cut its neck I saw a dim light in the mouth of the beast So I followed it in, it was too
