Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.
Great American union rules with a fist, a smile, and a gun. Great American napalm lights up the sky like the sun.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
Pity is easy, but it is difficult to care.
On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.