START YOUR OWN FIRE
Your problems aren’t real, they’re all in your head.
To spend a day in my shoes, you’d already be dead.
At least I sound good when I whine and I moan.
At least I look fine when I cry all alone.
You snooze, you lose. You’ve spent years sleeping.
There isn’t a thing you’ve earned that’s really worth keeping.
All the time in your life is time you have wasted.
I’m wasted too, but there’s much I have tasted.
I have been through hell, and ready to retire.
You want a hot life? Start your own fire.
No, I won’t say what you want to hear, I’m not a liar.
I use no flattery, start your own fire.
If there’s something you want, get it yourself.
If you’re gonna sit on your ass, then put your mouth on the shelf.
Start your own fire.
You say you feel love, you say you love me.
Do you know what that means, or d’you see it on TV?
I gave you my trust, you smashed it to hell.
I sent you my heart, misplaced in the mail.
What little I got left, I’m keeping for me.
Our love won’t grow, I know you agree.
Gotta split up, I’m dancing out the door.
You’ll be fine on your own, you’ve done it before.
I don’t want flowers, send me no card.
Love is nothing grand, I find it too hard.
I belong to no one, and you are not mine.
It’s just another day, I don’t need a Valentine.
HANG AND GET HAMMERED
You’re gettin’ in trouble, indulging in joys.
Makin’ a bad name, and pissing off the big boys.
Those fancy men up your ass at once,
but you ain’t been laid in two fucking months.
You have no money, you feel you have nothin’.
Laughter ain’t funny, but you smile for somethin’.
Your sex ain’t good, but you put out your ass.
You do it to smoke long and hard on their grass.
It’s what you want, this is the life you chose.
Like Jesus, you hang and get hammered with the scum and the hoes.
If you have somethin’ to give, send it away.
Nothin’s forever, it’ll all be gone some day.
That’s how you live, only the clothes on your back.
Search to find your soul, but veer off the track.
Wander a while more, see what you find.
Play with dark magic, and lose your mind.
The party is over, and you are gone.
The sun won’t rise, you’ll never see dawn.
Lost and alone in some odd place.
Words of disappointment, “God, you’re a disgrace.”
You thought you died, but you wake up in bed.
Instead of seeing the sun, you’d rather be dead.
Slip on your shades, cover your eyes.
Come back to the streets and join us low-lives.
Nothin’ to live for, nothin’ to lose.
Never tied down, always on the move.
Don’t believe what they say, men are full of lies.
We’re happy as we are, we are the free guys.
I’m not concerned if they drop the bomb.
I’m bored with this place and ready to move on.