| Sour Sunday... with the radio on |
 Author: Goth Girl
Date: 05-22-11 15:38
The truth is... I was not Raptured…
that’s right… I was not chosen to go to Heaven…
nor was I cast into the
Action Zone of Apocalyptic Agitation…
It was just me, the geeks and freaks…
nothing ever changes.
the torture never stops…
bad boys then, bad boys now,
good buddies, mau, mau, mau,
keep it up, rock'n'roll,
punk music save your soul,
black leather, knee-hole pants,
can't play no high school dance
fuzz tone, hear 'em go,
hear 'em on the radio,
misfits, twilight zone…
R-A-M-O-N-E-S,
R-A-M-O-N-E-S
Ramones!!!
Looking in from the outside… again…
nothing ever changes.
the torture never stops…
Once again when they were choosing sides,
I stood there and no one chose me…
no one ever chooses me...
nothing ever changes.
the torture never stops…
I don’t wanna walk around with you…
I don’t wanna walk around with you…
I don’t wanna walk around with you…
So why you wanna walk around with me?
I don’t wanna walk around with you…
It's all just a rusted out Cutlass Cruiser,
a rat infested back seat...
and no gas station credit card.
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