Show some respect for whats going on The world keeps turning once you're dead & gone Every single day you treat kids like Shit Grow up, Get out. Stop being a Bitch Dead and gone Get off your ass! Get priorities! Who gave you the right to point your finger at me? Show some respect for whats going on Ihopeyoudieyoustupidcuntimhappythatyou're dead and gone. dead and gone. dead and gone. dead and GONE.

I can sit here thinking about mistakes I've made Why it's almost 5 am and I can't just close my eyes And drift away to where everything will be ok There's no place in my mind where I control my destiny It's so cold, so warm my body can't decide I'd be lying if I missed the feeling what its like to be inside In a few more hours I will shower and I'll think How could I fuck things up more and my brain is out of sync One more hour, my heart is feeling sour but I can't express the taste Of the shit that fills my head singing "I wish that I was dead" And the time I spend awake is the time that I can't waste I'm running out of gas Still going nowhere fast I need to kick my ass so I can make it past Another hurdle in the race. Tell me it's not okay So I don't fall back to old ways The shit needs to stop, I know we'll get on top And get out of this place Home Movies is on laying naked in my bed I'm confused and just a little paranoid Who would have thought without your guidance I would rot And still I take advantage of the hospitality (insert fake apology) Undeserving of this comfort, of this food thats in my stomach It's no wonder I'm so awkward when I'm walking out in public It's hard to take a stance when you're not wearing any pants And the only thing I've got is some chords that make kids dance Two more hours, the pain starts to devour and I can't express the taste Of the shit that fills my head screaming "I wish that I was dead" And the time I spend awake is all the time that I can't waste

My friends don't like you too We don't care when we're being rude Get real go eat a dick Your ideals they just make us sick We can't go trust a sod Middle fingers up to the nimrod Trust us yeah we won't lie when We say fuck off and die

They're either willfully ignorant or skillfully belligerent and either I don't know or I don't care I'm tired of following along with all the stupid shit that goes on I feel so dumb and numb I just sit and stare And I need some time To clear my mind But I'll just read another book instead And maybe I'm right When I say that I'm wrong Maybe I should stay out of my own head The trick to trickling down is that the poor expect the crown but always end up dying cold and broke And while I wait to grow up I'll watch the whole world blow up and just sit and think "yeah that's what I thought" And I'll do some drugs To feel a false sense of love Then hallucinate that life is but a dream Smoke until I'm dry Drink until I die Because these addictions are exactly what they seem And please don't get it confused It's my own brain I abuse I don't displace my anger onto my friends And maybe you're right When you say I look at things wrong And all I need is to put a bullet in my brain The trick to trickling down is that the poor expect the crown but always end up dying cold and broke And while I wait to grow up I'll watch the whole world blow up and just sit and think "yeah that's what they get" They work for us yet they assume the right to run us Trickling down is another way to say they're pissing on us Big brother is watching over what he considers to be his property I'm trying to live my own life but it feels like something's stopping me I'm tired with living in this pseudo free fucking world This is not a fit place to raise a young boy or girl You can try to be different but you're better off being the same To us a constant struggle but to them it's just a game

Lets all go to the blue rock tavern The atmosphere is chill and the kids are too Tonight we're playing with The Hits from Knoxville Oh, and heres three bands from outerspace woo! Double booking seems to be the trend The show will last for hours it'll never end Philly has to leave so we're kind of screwed Frankl Projectz last so we're gonna get booed We've learned our lesson doing shows in the past The economy is bad and bands can't last Put our lives in the shitter and we're getting kind of bitter You might lose faith but I'll just call you a quitter Up on stage you are the sideshow freaks Faces glaring at you knowing you're the band geeks With a dumb food name yeah people gonna joke Just waiting for the moment that you'll stumble and choke Dropped my pick and I lost my voice Expect the unexpected cuz you've got no choice My speaker blew, cable bad I'm feeling violent My guitar is broke in half smashed it down on pavement We've learned our lesson doing shows in the past The economy is bad and bands can't last Put our lives in the shitter and we're getting kind of bitter You might lose faith but I'll just call you a quitter I thought about tomorrow yeah I'll call off work I'll just go back to college tired of being a clerk Reality is harsh take it from me and honestly I know that Jesus would play this show for free

I thought ska music was supposed to be about unity But gentrification left you with a black-free community You were raised with no respect and when it comes to fear You were raised in a place without many black peers So it's clear, that you're racist but you try and act bigger "We're not racist, you just get offended when we use the word -" Fuck that, there's disrespect, elation and an oral fixation And everytime there's vocal dictation there's a negative correlation Combining negativity in your mind with the thought of a another race Now I'm glad I never grew up in such a fucked up place Disgrace, and most of them won't even say it to your face Maybe they should be held down, hosed down, sprayed with mace The great irony is that they get MLK day off school They show no appreciation because showing appreciation just ain't cool And everytime they get a cheap laugh from making another racial joke They should feel the pain of being economically enslaved and broke And choked, metaphorically by forced segregation There goes the hood when it comes to gentrification Housing inflation, and profiling carried out by the police station And humiliation, without humility these kids are on vacation I hope they say the wrong thing and get hit Because I'm not a big enough man to stand up to their shit I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this Check this, a wealthy family buys a house a block from me Sure enough my rent goes up, now my landlord's dropping me And now my neighborhood has turned into commercial property And some monopoly builds suburbs for white families to live 'properly' Now your suburban city is a whopping 1 percent black and you live comfortably in your 99 percent pack Meaning legislation is completely run by the white folks Predominantly republican votes turning every election into a joke Until you choke, physically by auto erotic affixation Or the realization that you live in sophisticated segregation Inauguration doesn't mean shit when the system hasn't changed The deck chairs on the titanic have been re-arranged Nothing estranged, everything will flow the way it always has The upper class are criminals, but you never see them on the polygraph And all I ask is that you try and be a little more appreciative Of the way you live, because you'll always get way more than you'll ever give Yet you still make jokes about this race who gave you so much shit Ska, blues, reggae, jazz; who the fuck you think created it? Without blues there would be no rock n roll and without rock n roll, there wouldn't be guitar hero Which is all you care about because your life is empty and plain These things you would understand if you even had half a brain I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this I'm not racist I'm not racist in fact I don't know why I say this

Different people, different laws I think we tried that once Do you remember Jim Crow? Wasn’t all that long ago Different names for different folks Punishment for different strokes We’re one way so we get this You’re like that so you get shit We owe you nothing so be thankful for it Deserve rights just like the rest So why settle for less? Separation, never fair No matter how they compare Sanctity don’t mean a thing It’s just a fucking ring It’s the privileges that count Would you say with your own mouth We stay in and everyone else will stay out It doesn’t seem legal, this treatment of people The “liberal” side is saying separate but equal But you know there’s certain rights That still won’t be applied But we’re only 3 to 5 percent of voters So why try?

Cleveland is cold in December you'll find Took a case of beer to the room and we drank to unwind Could not get drunk could not sleep things went south This is murder brotha... I should've shut my mouth Stupid shit I said, on Christmas some tears were shed And I think I'll be better off dead Took I-75 south just past Knoxville Tennessee, The bitter Georgia air got the better of me. By the time we hit Florida still thought she was the one Then reality hit hard and I said fuck it I'm done. Stuck to our guns So things aren't ever gonna change (Here comes depression) Locked outside the house And then the clouds start pouring rain (Can you hear me?) All of them in line for you Just two weeks I'm 86'd out of your mind No claustrophobia in this coffin The bells are ringing and I can't hear a thing When you're dead You can't have your dreams crushed Your heart repeatedly torn And stepped on til its mush And your brain Won't be filled with false hope Just maggots and decay You won't even use soap Twenty two Years after my birth I found a way To get away from planet earth And they were shocked they Grabbed the paper and read The headline today That Robby Sager is Dead!!! So tell me what was I to you? Just 2 weeks was 86'd out of your mind No claustrophobia in this coffin The bells are ringing and I'm not hearing anything This winter has been harsh walk to work all alone Fifth of whiskey in my jacket 14 unread texts on my phone When I get there I'll be buzzed and maybe a few minutes late I hope tonight its not the boss that I hate Then I'll be off go back and play XBox And maybe I don't really wanna die Yeah I don't really want to die

Maybe I'll start a methlab, my friends make a lot selling drugs. I feel like shit and I've had too much to drink tonight. So pass more cheap wine, cause the only thing that sober did was give me life, and I don't want it. Burning holes in my brain, cocaine. Maybe I'll start a book store, then again I don't know shit about books. And reading makes my eyes sore, and if anybody asks me what I'm doing tonight, tell them I died yesterday. Because life's a joke and I don't get it. Alcohol, cheap thrills. Snorting pills.

Before I was born there was a legend being made Far away in California spreading through the East Bay Four kids with a vision and the voice to shake foundations A message crying out to all the youth within our nations Many years have passed and the those kids have lost touch Gone on to sell some records, tour and work in restaurants I take a look around tell you exactly what I see The movements still in full effect to set our minds free Consciousness is critical without it we are lost When you float amongst a sea of ecstasy you front the cost Static indecision will keep on raging like a storm You've gotta act to make a change into the world we are born Never seem to recover from the blow Gotta keep working hard to beat the status quo When we rise and speak up against the decline It might be repeating something Jesse/Tim said in 1989 It's easy to ignore if you are not part of this scene But in this industry legends are few nor far between Everywhere we look got icons we can look up to and we're affected more by 89 than WWII I don't know when I noticed but I was empty as a kid and this music filled the gap more than religion ever did When it's hard to understand that means that you were never hit With the wit to notice it as something legit you cannot quit Let the truth be known We only have ourselves to blame The paths we choose Are ours to walk so stake your claim! Tear down these walls Don't be another victim As we live on We'll find the answers before long!

A farmer in his field trying to plant the seed of fear. but he'll double profits with hate, it grows great this time of year. That's how you gain control, you make them hostile and afraid. Make bigots out of kids who were only concerned about getting laid. If the terror alert is red that should mean that we're all dead But instead we leave our beds and spend money to protect our heads. When the news makes you more ignorant, tell me who's to blame It's more like we're a field of crops and every patch has a name Cultivating ignorance is the only way to run the show The more news you watch the less you really know Unplug your television, and fuck that shit, let go outside And maybe Beck and O'Reilly will commit ritual suicide. Ted Haggard is an asshole, who let this dickhead preach to you He's anti-gay, so he can have his fag and fuck it too Ann Coulter's a bitch and I read about a page of one of her books She's a cunt in name and spirit, and with her face, I'd say looks It's not journalism when you call a candidate a fag Her eggs kill themselves, that's why she's always on the rag. I hope Hannity gets waterboarded because he's a fucking prick I can't wait for Cheney to shoot Glenn in the face, with his Dick Cultivating ignorance is the only way to run the show The more news you watch the less you really know Unplug your television, quit falling for that shit and read a book I'd like to see Murdock convince the world he's not a crook.