Running fast and missing
                                    but cannot help convincing.
                                    The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin.
                                    It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure you,
                                    It's not what I said but intentions you've read.
                                    
                                    So when you hold onto the past then you
                                    Will break down what little is left,  yeah
                                    There's nothing more you can't ignore,
                                    And say it makes no difference to me.
                                    It makes no difference to me
                                    
                                    Now that you're older life's weighing on your shoulders.
                                    You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight.
                                    With most things so basic you might as well face it.
                                    You can't help but worry it's all just begun
                                    
                                    So when you hold onto the past then you,
                                    Will break down what little is left, yeah
                                    There's nothing more you can't ignore,
                                    And say it makes no difference to me.
                                    
                                    It makes no difference, to me
                                    It makes no difference, to me,
                                    It makes no difference, to me
                                    It makes no difference
                                    
                                    So when you hold onto the past then you,
                                    Will break down what little is left. yeah
                                    There's nothing more you can't ignore,
                                    And say it makes no difference to me.
                                    it makes no difference
                                    It makes no difference, to me
                                    It makes no difference
                                    It makes no difference, to me

 

Storming through the party like my name is El Nino
                                    When I'm a hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino
                                    As a kid, was a skid, and no one knew me by name
                                    I trashed my own house party cause nobody came
                                    
                                    I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
                                    Never going, never showing up when we had to.
                                    Its attention that we crave, don't tell us to behave
                                    I'm sick of always hearing "act your age"
                                    
                                    I don't want to waste my time
                                    Become another casuality of society.
                                    I'll never fall in line
                                    Become another victim of your conformity
                                    And back down.
                                    
                                    Be... cause... you... don't...
                                    Know us at all we laugh when old people fall,
                                    But what would you expect with a conscience so small
                                    Heavy metal and mullets is how we were raised
                                    Maiden and Priest were the gods that we praised.
                                    
                                    Cause we like having fun at other peoples expenses
                                    Cutting people down is just a minor offense and,
                                    Its none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
                                    I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.
                                    
                                    I don't want to waste my time
                                    Become another casuality of society
                                    I'll never fall in line
                                    Become another victim of your conformity
                                    And back down...
                                    
                                    Don't count on me, to let you know when.
                                    Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
                                    Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing.
                                    Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening.
                                    
                                    Well I'm a no-goodnick lower middle class brat,
                                    Back packed and I don't give a s*** about nothing.
                                    You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.
                                    But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing.
                                    Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook,
                                    You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book.
                                    I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion
                                    The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
                                    (abortion, abortion, abortion...)
                                    
                                    I don't want to waste my time
                                    Become another casuality of society
                                    I'll never fall in line
                                    Become another victim of your conformity
                                    Back down.
                                    
                                    Waste my time with them,
                                    Casuality of society
                                    Waste my time again,
                                    Victim of your conformity
                                    Back down.

The seas have parted,
                                    The endings started,
                                    The sky has turned to black.
                                    A killing spree through eternity,
                                    The Devil stabs you in the back,
                                    It's midnight now you must escape somehow,
                                    Torture is his leisure,
                                    Don't try to hide he'll make you subside,
                                    As he exchanges pain for pleasure,
                                    
                                    (Chorus)
                                    Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game
                                    Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name!
                                    Look out.
 
In Too Deep
 
The faster we're falling
                                    We're stoppin and stallin'
                                    We're running in circles again
                                    
                                    Just as things were looking up
                                    You said it wasn't good enough,
                                    But still we're tryin one more time,
                                    
                                    Maybe we're just trying too hard
                                    When really it's closer then it is too far
                                    
                                    CHORUS
                                    
                                    Cause I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    
                                    Cause I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    'Stead of goin' under
                                    
                                    Seems like each time I'm with you I lose my mind, 
                                    because I'm bendin' over backwards to relate
                                    It's one thing to complain but when youre driving me insane
                                    Well then I think it's time that we took a break
                                    
                                    Maybe we're just trying too hard
                                    When really it's closer then it is too far
                                    
                                    Cause I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    
                                    Cause I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    'Stead of goin' under
                                    ('Stead of goin' under)
                                    'Stead of goin' under
                                    
                                    I can't sit back and wonder why
                                    It took so long for this to die
                                    I hate it when you fake it
                                    You can't hide it
                                    You might as well embrace it
                                    
                                    So believe me
                                    It's not easy
                                    It's seems that somethings telling me
                                    
                                    I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    
                                    Cause I'm in too deep
                                    And I'm trying to keep
                                    Up above in my head
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    'Stead of goin' under
                                    Instead of goin' under again
                                    Instead of goin' under
                                    'Stead of goin' under again
                                    'Stead of goin' under again
                                    (again)
 
Motivation
 
What's the difference of never knowing at all?
                                    When every step I take is always too small.
                                    Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately,
                                    I feel as I don't give a s***.
                                    
                                    Motivation such an aggravation,
                                    Accusations don't know how to take them,
                                    Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
                                    Concentration never hard to break it.
                                    Situation never what you want it to be.
                                    
                                    What's the point of never making mistakes?
                                    Self-indulgence such a hard habit to break.
                                    It's all just a waste of time in the end.
                                    Don't care so why should I even pretend.
                                    
                                    Motivation such an aggravation,
                                    Accusations don't know how to take them,
                                    Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
                                    Concentration never hard to break it.
                                    Situation never what you wanted
                                    
                                    Nothing's new, everything's the same.
                                    Keeps on dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame.
                                    Falling further behind, there's nothing to explain.
                                    No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind.
                                    
                                    Can't depend on doubt until the end.
                                    It seems like leaving friends has become
                                    This years trend and though I can't pretend.
                                    I'm framed to be this way
                                    It's not the same but who's to blame.
                                    For all the stupid things I never said.
                                    
                                    Motivation such an aggravation,
                                    Accusations don't know how to take them,
                                    Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
                                    Concentration never hard to break it.
                                    
                                    Motivation such an aggravation,
                                    Accusations don't know where to take them,
                                    Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
                                    Concentration
                                    Situation never what you wanted to be.
                                    Never what you wanted to be.
                                    Never what you wanted to be.
 
  SPIDERMAN SOUNDTRACK
 
What Were
                                    All About 
 
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion 
                                    It's number 32 now here's the situation 
                                    If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station 
                                    Now pack your bags cause you're leaving on a permanent vacation 
                                    Well, I'm a disaster 
                                    A microphone master 
                                    Put on a tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster 
                                    It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
                                    It's about sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts 
                                    Now I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late 
                                    Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great 
                                    And I'm Bizzy D from way down town
                                    I'm known to rock a mic like a king wears a crown 
                                    When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie 
                                    Hustling deals like Mickey Macoote
                                    When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
                                    Start off the day with my arteries shaking
                                    
                                    (Chorus X4)
                                    Rock! It's what we're all about
                                    It's what we live for
                                    C'mon shout it out
                                    
                                    Well I bring down the house in every city we play
                                    Just from pickin' up the mic' in the usual way
                                    We rock and talk with a bass that's funny
                                    We could even tear it up at a grade school party
                                    Well I can keep the beat but I can't breakdance
                                    It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
                                    But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
                                    It's my personal way to bring the 80's back
                                    Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries
                                    High cholesterol, gettin' grease in my eyes
                                    I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage
                                    Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
                                    I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
                                    Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl
                                    Lucky number seven every dice I roll
                                    Sum 41's on the prowl as the poon patrol!
                                    
                                    Chorus X4
                                    
                                    Well it's a point of confusion, I'm makin' one thing clear
                                    and the rock we're bringin' is gonna install fear
                                    And the power we control should be up here
                                    We sold our souls to satan 2 times last year
                                    Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin'
                                    We rock the ever with a so-called bacon
                                    And when we get outta hand and bust up the room
                                    JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom
                                    'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y
                                    You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy
                                    I like to watch girls shake it with a kung fu grip (wah!)
                                    Well the goon platoon is on the breaks the tip?
                                    We beat down London, we slayed LA
                                    Got an APB on the jams we play
                                    So when you're on the stage, cold, grabbin your cock,
                                    But at least its something, new kings - of - rock!
                                    
                                    It's what we're all about
                                    It's what we live for, cmon shout it out!
                                    
                                    Chorus