Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.
The Christians to the lions sold out every night.
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.
Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.