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put on your lipstick it looks just right every night is like saturday night everybodys liking what they see sometimes looks are deceiving [Chorus:]

Another show another hundred bux with nowhere to go but this broken school bus shouts of sellout across the land reach in my pocket 50 cents in hand [

False prophet on the T.V screen 3 piece suit and eyes that gleam think that he will lead the way so listen to what I say [Chorus:] I dont need your

I cant seem to remember and i cant seem to forget i cant remember day to day but my lifes not over yet i aint got no time and i aint got no will i aint

Johnny was a junkie but his mommy didn't know couldn't see the track marks from his wrists to his elbows She was busy drinking martinis cuz life in

ignorance is bliss at least thats what they say you must be in 7th heaven each & every day talkin to yourself cuz no one will listen i think you better

Another shot another round another chance for you to drown (you figure it out) Another high i wont come down Im no stranger to rock and roll the price

Futures ourse - the times at hand the walls wil fall at our command no surrender - no retreat destined to rule without defeat [Chorus:] smash it up