Well I've been away for such a long time 'Cause these holes in my head are just the right size And with the memories I've lost, it's hard to get by But if I look too hard, I'll start to lose sight Maybe I'll lose my mind, for a little more love For bitter old me Yeah, I've always been a joke, the perfect punchline Yeah, laugh all you want, it's just a matter of time See, I've never been the one to settle like them I'm just a poster boy for the bored and mislead You never learned to be sweet No radical dreams You did what you could You know it's not too late to do what you wanted to do You know it's not too late to be who you wanted to be You know it's not too late to do what you wanted to do You know it's not too late to be who you wanted to be BE SWEET!

I'm sick of all the lies that you tell me I'm sick of all the ways that you look at me with that disgusted look on your face I'm tired of the tricks that you're tryin' I'm tired and I'd like to catch some sleep, so please fuck off and leave me alone Get lost, get fucked, it's getting old Find love, swing low, it's growing up And I know; never settle for less, get out and do your best Cause it's less weight on your chest Maybe you'll be impressed You don't have to be a punk rock fan or live down by the river in your old man's van to know This is how it goes Get lost, get fucked, it's getting old Find love, swing low, it's growing up I'm sick of all the lies that you tell me So, please fuck off and leave me alone

I kept my eyes glued to the screen, as if my dad was in the movies He played his part of the action star, since I'm the camera, he don't look at the lens But still he guides me through these scenes and shows me how to paralyze my enemies Paralyze my enemies My memories like spinning reels They're burning up, burning up, burning up And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough And so I'd stay up all night long watching my father fight the war Whether I made this up, well I was still so young, I needed hope when I was scared and alone So I escaped in moving pictures I'd make myself a character I would hide my identity, hide my identity My memories like spinning reels They're burning up, burning up, burning up And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough So you've memorized your lines Yeah, there's no use for new ones No, you haven't got the time No, you haven't got the time You'd project the worst on me While the best of you is on screen Well, we'll always have the movies 'Cause they mean everything to me My memories like spinning reels They're burning up, burning up, burning up And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough My memories wouldn't mean shit

Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me So I seek three weeks for me Emptying my head of these tragedies From my years craving misery Tapping my feet to an endless beat Eighteen; a nervous wreck All my words forced from my chest With my tenth drink; these legs are weak Now, I'm stumblin' to a rhythm that makes sense to me So I keep these words in me Waiting for the moment to release the beat But I can't speak for the life of me Liquid fire down my throat when my soul ain't free With the sounds and the lights And the days we were wishing were nights Oh, the cries of a wolf Wishing that he was alone Another day with my poetry It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down I just can't live without these sounds Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me Another day with my poetry It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down I just can't live without these sounds

Cocaine wasn't quite the drug for me But I still find myself the subject of toxicology Well I get bored so god damn easily I'm standing in one place, I'm full shit, I need a colonoscopy I could have worse habits This life ain't bad This smoke clears; white rabbit This towns gone mad Heroin's a fucked up thing to do My idols do it too I'll stick to green and booze My hand is on my heart My eyes are on the clock Wondering if one of them will stop I could have worse habits This life ain't bad This smoke clears; white rabbit This towns gone mad Drug addict, bad habit Your brain has fun on acid Poor hygiene, now toothless These drugs are fucking useless Drug addict, bad habit Your brain has fun on acid Poor hygiene, now toothless These drugs are fucking ruthless I could have worse habits This life ain't bad This smoke clears; white rabbit This towns gone mad

My habits have expenses Sorry, lack of intervention My tongue in cheek remarks are over done To say that this is alright is like cutting with a dull knife I couldn't break the surface even if I tried This life can't let go of me I'm nothing more than a walking tragedy This life can't let go of me I'm nothing more than a walking tragedy These intoxicating substances that swim around my brain It's like an army sent to ruin what I've chosen to believe Attacking memories and promises I probably couldn't keep Allowing frightening thoughts, so flawlessly, to seep inside of me If I try to fight them off it only makes me feel weak I'm just a kid with an addiction and a knack for self defeat I'm only painting you a picture so that I can have relief It's like a burn, a cut, an itch or just a terrible disease This life can't let go of me This life can't let go of me This life can't let go of me This life can't let go of me Tell me what you want; give it to me It's clear from the start you can see right through me

They never saw us coming and they didn't see us leaving Yeah they didn't care that we were there at all A crowd of fifteen people; didn't make a fucking dollar Yeah we drove for eighty hours for fuck all Toronto saw us wrecked Toronto saw us wrecked Toronto saw us wrecked Get wrecked, get wrecked

Last night, the bombs went off and we all had to run and duck for cover The homes we had were lost, they burnt them to the ground with all the others Could this be World War III in 2017? Or will we see less greed in 2017? We'll sing this punk rock song, hoping somebody will listen Will it be too late? History is repetition Broken jaws and local bombs and riots in the streets They're causing everyone to lose their minds but rise up on their feet Their drowsy eyes; now open, only closing when they sleep Now tell me what are we to do when a war starts with a tweet? Could this be World War III in 2017? Or will we see less greed in 2017? We'll sing this punk rock song, hoping somebody will listen Will it be too late? History is repetition Will you? Open your eyes, think for yourself this time? Open your eyes, think for yourself this time? Open your eyes, think for yourself this time? Open your eyes, think for yourself this time?

She was looking kind of off the other day (I hope that she's okay) I tried to ask her what was wrong? If it was me? (She said she's so afraid) Well everything was seeming so strange, suddenly it hit me (She's not right for me) I was gonna break it off over a drink (That's when she poisoned me!) Then I woke up in her basement, tied up to a lawn chair, praying to the gods she wasn't there Holy fuck! Is this a nightmare? Someone's coming downstairs I can hear her laugh as I choke on air What the hell is going on? Has she been a psycho this long? Maybe I'm the problem? FUCK! SHE'S GOT A CHAINSAW (Instrumental chase and death scene)

ACT I: Oh no, it’s happening again This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in These monsters used to be my friends I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs This is a metaphor for drugs I love my friends like they were blood They’ve always been there, whenever I need them This is a metaphor for drugs Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin They think that I need them, but not like this again I’ll write about our times back when, We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin This is a metaphor for drugs I love my friends like they were blood They've always been there, whenever I need them This is a metaphor for drugs ACT II: Oh no, it’s happening again This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in These monsters used to be my friends I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs This is a metaphor for drugs I love my friends like they were blood They’ve always been there, whenever I need them This is a metaphor for drugs Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin They think that I need them, but not like this again I’ll write about our times back when, We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin This is a metaphor for drugs I love my friends like they were blood They've always been there, whenever I need them This is a metaphor for drugs ACT III: Cut a line? Have a drink? Try to make some sense of this I’ve always been your crutch; Your personal Sisyphus Take a breath Take it easy Let me shoot this in your veins I’ll set the rest and best of pesticides to save for better days ACT IV: Oh fuck, I’ve pissed away my life I’ve passed out in the gutter every god damned night These people pass and wonder why Flicking their cigarettes and spitting in my eye These days it's hard to just get by Did every god damned thing and spiked my drinks with sprite I guess I’m too fucked up to try I guess it’s best to live, before you fucking die ACT V: This is a metaphor for drugs This is a metaphor for drugs