Bricks Are Heavy

What's up with what's going down In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They've got us in the palm of every hand When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that

When I get mad And I get pissed I grab my pen And I write out a list Of all the people That won't be missed You've made my shitlist For all the ones Who bum me out Shitlist For all the ones Who fill my head with doubt Shitlist For all the squares who

My diet pill is wearing off My diet pill is wearing off 'cause Victor's in the bed Sewn in the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red Calgon can't take me away No, Calgon can't take me away From the things that I did today

Stranded in the streets of San Francisco A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me. Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain Im up for draggin' thro

Come on over It's getting late It's time to fish No time to cut bait Ghoulish passion you inspire With your kind of trouble I'll never tire Monster (monster in me) Bring out the monster (monster in me) Monster (monster in me) Bring out the monster (m

Glade told her ma, "home scene's lame." "I gotta go into town, blow some steam at the rock show." Sneak through the back door and head for the pit And then some drunk stupid bruiser started giving her shit! Rednecks on parade "Don

Wargasm Wargasm, one two three Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee Masturbate, watch it on TV Crocodile tears for the refugee Wargasm Wargasm, one two three Smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liber

I put your stuff out on the porch (letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why Yeah, I've been letting it sl

've just about had enough I'm drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing

I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dy