They're scared of his make up Tattoos and piercings They say that it's too bad He won't amount to anything They judge by the way he looks (Woah) The
I count down the days Until we say good bye I wish there was a way That I could just stop time Forever, remember Summer nights we spent together Oh my
Bright, cold silver moon Tonight alone in my room You were here just yesterday Slight turn of the head Eyes end when you said I guess I need my life
There's parents praying To feed their families today While men with money still think it's funny To spend their change on every pointless thing We gotta
Saw you walk in to the room, thought I'd try to talk to you Babe, am I ever glad you wanted me too It's been two years to the day, half the time I've
Man alone, born of stone Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds
Brain Salad Surgery It will murder you, it murdered me We made it for our enemy Brain Salad Surgery We've got a ballad About a salad brain with assurgence
Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance He'd slash his granny's face up, given half a chance He?d sell you back the pieces, all for less than half
Welcome back, my friends To the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside, come inside There behind a glass Stands a real blade
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside! Come inside! There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
Laws soaked in blood will not change hearts of stone a heart so full of self has no room for the air of life throw down you arms they are no good to
of words is driving me insane, insane Yeah, yeah Raven black is on my track Please show me how to neutralise the knife Show to me in surgery The art
Intro: Arabian Voice:Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse:Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask
the title but you must be suicidal Who's ya idol punk? Who's ya idol? You wanna piece a this? You can't handle this scandulous shit Brain surgery you
a shame you had that crash That will teach you to drive flash And a lorry hit you at full power Your blood gushing like a shower Plastic surgery, it's so plastic Plastic surgery
girl Your smile lights up the hospital room, please help me During open-heart surgery, please please stay with me During open-heart surgery, stay with me During open-heart surgery
Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, Some kind of plasty or maybe a lobotomy. Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, I don't
... The answer, painful though it may be, is change Alter my outer shell... The listener's may not, then, know it's me Open Face Surgery: short of pain