Тексты песен «Screeching Weasel»

I know the sun I'm looking at is the same sun seen by the world and that's a fact But no one sees it quite the same and some don't see the sun at all and that's a shame I know the lies I'm looking at are the same lies...

My right to say what I want And think the way I wanna think My right I wanna speak my mind My right to yell my right to scream My right no one's ever gonna Tell me what I have to do I'll live the way I want I don't care...

my right to say what i want and think the way i wanna think. my right i wannna speak my mind my right to yell my right to scream. my right and no one ever gunna tell me what i have to do my right my life the way i want...

Don't wanna ruin your whole day But there's just something I gotta say You gotta understand it's hard And everyday it tears me apart Don't wanna lose you (x3) to another guy I sit inside my room at night And think...

I don't give a fuck about nicaragua I don't give a shit about the President I don't care about suburban white kids Trying to show they've got compassion Politics are boring Politics are fucking boring Philosophizing...

This used to be a place where we could walk the streets unrestricted by imaginary fears things didn't seem to be so complicated then til you polluted everything that we had here our little secret was exposed for all...

Nobody likes you you are such a drag Nobody likes you you are such a brat Nobody likes you you see Nobody likes you not me Nobody likes you you're ugly dumb and mean Everyone hates you pass the Dramamine Nobody likes...

Nobody likes you you are such a drag Nobody likes you you are such a brat Nobody likes you you see Nobody likes you not me Nobody likes you you're ugly dumb and mean Everyone hates you pass the Dramamine Nobody likes...

Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin' to do All the kids wanna sniff some glue All the kids want somethin' to do One, two, three, four Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin' to do All...

I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner That is truly what I'd really like to be. 'Cause if I was an Oscar Meyer weiner Then everyone would be in love with me. [spoken] Oscar Meyer weiners Come get your hotdogs Ah, their...

once upon a time it thought i wouldn't see tomorrow fist clenched eyes wide open waiting for someone to follow alcohol and sedatives just kept it all at bay no sex or drugs or rock and roll could nake the living hell...

once upon a time it thought i wouldn't see tomorrow fist clenched eyes wide open waiting for someone to follow alcohol and sedatives just kept it all at bay no sex or drugs or rock and roll could nake the living hell...

(Weasel) It seems to me you shut out anything that might confuse the warped and twisted visions of the narrow little paths you choose we're all potential converts in your eyes I think instead you need to take one step...

will i get locked up in the mental ward am i headed for a straitjacket or am i just bored is it genetics or is it me pulling my hair out wondering what does a nervous breakdown look like sometimes these things heal as...

so this bad joke comes to an end i can't believe that we were friends i don't know what you think about me do you really think that you're superior to me outside of you is where i'll be outside of you's where you'll...

A voice inside my head is screaming Metaphorically I mean I'm certainly not crazy I don't think I'm all that crazy But you see this pressure's getting to be Just a bit too much for me I'm feeling it all over and I wish...

passion emotion too concerned with looking like a fool action devotion sick of eveybody acting cool every morning i wake up and realize i don't have anymore time to spend a second living the way someone said was right i...

she was cute but not too cute, an average girl in combat boots. she photographed the punk rock bands that came through town. another time, another place, another fist aimed at my face. but now and then i wonder if she's...

creeping in the bushes spying on old ladies he's a trembling psycho fingering his wallet drooling like a baby waiting for the homos prancing all around in his garter belt and panties remembering the catholic schoolgirls...

Don't you see that people Will like you for who you are 'Cause like is like a sitcom, a senior prom And I'm OK and you're OK Grade A - 10-4 - roger - over and out Listen up - check it out There's something ugly inside...