Losing streak

I think I think I know it all,
But can I be sure of all the things I've grown to know,
And can I say I know it all
When rules just guide me to blindly follow
And things are automatic when you see them everyday
Is it the same routine or my fucked up dreams
That keep me walking mindless all the way?
I think, I think I know it all
But is our beliefs just stringing us along
And was there something wrong in what I heard
For every hour of the day?

Happyman

Happyman
Smiles almost every single day
Too numb to notice
That he's walking in a haze
He's pushed himself here and
Doesn't know what to do
Choked by the clock and
He doesn't know what to do
I say you say
You say it's work
Yeah it's work all day
Happyman is mad at the world

9th at pine

When it all came down,
On that Saturday night,
Should I choose a side,
At 9th at Pine
Can we still say we're civilized?
Watched some kid go down at 9th at Pine...
Which will it be?
Sympathy or just apathy?
Which part of the human condition will I believe?
Tried then it's tested
I've just decided I failed
Is it the crowd or the way this is going down?
Is being human watching without a sound?
Tried...

Sugar in your gas tank

If I had a scheme for everything
It seems that I'd be more content with it all
If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts
And dumb dreams I could deal with
this nonstop spinning world
If only I could say that everything's ok
Take a good look and look the other way
Frustration hell who needs it anyway
I'd rather sit back and just smoke cigarettes
Be the one witht he loudest mouth,
Be the most closed minded that I could get

Shindo

Something's out there and it takes me away
From a world too small to stay
Somethings out there
Another day in this place so small
I'd rather be somebody else
Maybe if my mind wasn't so tall
I wouldn't be able to tell
And I've alked these streets
It seems like 10 million times
And I've seen things up and
Leave time after time
(And it's just another day)
In this place so small
I'd rather be somebody else
Old habits die hard

107

Unless you could see inside my head
You couldn't possible understand
I'm happier when things are falling apart
At the seams and you never know just by looking at me
And I'm strugn out on the future
And burnt our on the past
Sometimes I'd rather just burn this place to the ground
And y'know, it's just may be me
But the parking lot with all those creeps
Keeps me convincing myself that I'm completely sane
And with sleep just over rated
And all of my ideals out dated
I know that I wouldn't want it any other way
And I can't explain why this races through my mind

Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts

Well I really don't know
If it matters at all so
But we try to keep our prices low
For records and our shows
But is that......is that enough?
Or is it that we're not punk enough
Or it that you think ska just sucks
But Johhny Quest, he thinks we're what?
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts

Well I really dont know
If it matters at all so
But we, try to keep the prices low
For records and our shows
It doesn't matter
You haven't seen our shows
Besides going to school and going to work
Or is it that, you think ska just sucks
Johnny quest, he thinks we're what?

Krazy glue

It seems I can't explain it all
All the reasons gone
And I just can't seem to shake what
I've always been brought up on
And well, it's hard to say
And it's hard to explain
That all the things I've
Known are feeling strange
I guess I'll always have
Tradition to fall back on
And just what the hell
Am I supposed to do
Just accept someone else's
Point of view
And we could ramble on and on
And still not know...
And what keeps rolling through my brain
It keeps running like a
Non-stop freight train
It's like krazy glue
Tradition seems to stick
To you just like krazy glue

Never going back to New Jersey

There was time when
I could say it right to you
That I would neer wanna leave this place
But now it's "I was wrong" and
"I don't wanna fucking talk about it"
'Cause it feels like things have changed
Yeah, well I could talk, talk, talk
And say I'm wrong, wrong, wrong
But I feel like I'm in a place I've never known
And it feels like there's something wrong

Something wrong, something wrong and
I know that I don't wanna know...
I'm never going back again
There was a time when I would say
That I must be crazy that I would say
This place is looking strange but now it's
"I'm kinda lost" and "I just don't remember"
Because things never stay the same...
Yeah, well I could talk, talk...

How's my driving, Doug Hastings?

Friday night on coke with a crow bar
Left at two in the back of Doug's car
Without a plan and being fucked up
Lookin' to get something something for ourselves
Friday night at three at a side door
Doug said try to get the door just oncemore
I said man this is all fucked up
Just lookin' to get something something for ourselves
Feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself
Fuck Doug I'm not goin' out like this
He said man I'm all I've got and I won't be missed
This makes no sense it makes no sense to me
This isn't the way it's supposed to be

Just like Frank

He's just like anyone
He's just like anybody
He's just like Frank
And I know it
And he knows it
It's his one sided point of view
I know it when he says it's
My way or the wrong way
And I don't care about you
But to see my side wouldn't be
The worst thing he could do
When someone's politics
Blinds you and binds you
To something you don't believe in
And he's just like anyone...
And I saw him walking on my may
Past Third St. just the other day
Why doesn't he understand views keep changing?

Ask the magic 8 ball

What the fuck, the fuck have I become
I've become the product of the sum
Caught in this endless circle
I've become the stupidest man in the world

"Chalk another one up to experience"
Y'know it doesn't make any sense
Do it, all over again
And again, again, do it all over again
I've become the stupidest man
And I think I'm drawing a blanck again
This Dizziness never seems to end,
It never seems to end, you it never seems to end...

Drunk and sitting, and thinking
Change, it never seems to come while I'm thinking.

Dopeman

Dopeman's got another big plan
To sell it to you or anyone he can
Because this is much better than minimum wage
And no matter how things they can
Because dopeman's reasons will always stay the same
And for some people it's the only way to stay sane
Think about it for a minute more
It's a life of crime or hanging round the liquor store
Or a quick drug fix just to get you through
When the city comes down what would you do

Take a welfare state
Or a dopeman's fate
And keep the cycle spinning around

Jen doesn't like me anymore

Jen thinks it isn't fair
That I don't really care
If she likes me or not

Jen doesn't like to settle
Until she makes me feel like Howie Reynolds
She thinks that I'm all that I've got

So, Jen doesn't like me anymore
And Jen doesn't like to go to my shows
She hates to hear my whoa-whoas
Jen doesn't like me anymore

Rock'n'roll pizzeria

Man, it's really strange
This city never stays the same
It's always "I've got to keep on moving
And I've got to keep on going"
But just maybe it's to keep itself sane
That it's always "I've got to keep on moving
So I don't have any feeling"
So I'm on my way out of this place
That has me turning numb
I'm on my way
All the feeling in this place
Has all up and gone

So with one hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
And my middle finger up
With one hand on the wheel
This city's going crazy
Without a care that it's all fucked up

Lockdown

Something's not right
Urban sprawl from urban blight
Something's not right
When history turns into a building site

Locked out
Fenced up
Closed down without a sound

Something's not right
When downtown is just all blinking lights
Something's not right
When strip malls and condo's are at your every side