Immigrant Song
If you only had the time to understand
Though I know it wouldn't change your feelings
And I know you'll carry on the best you can.
If I only had the urge to tell you
If you only knew how hard it is to say
When the simple lines have all been taken
And the radio repeats them ev'ry day.
If I never find the song to sing you
If you always find it hard to comprehend
Well, you know there wouldn't be much meaning
If I had to sing those tired words again.
Life goes on and on
And tonight will soon be gone
But if we
Me And My Black Metal Friends
i was fighting the mold in my bowl with my pee
when a thought popped into my head
if all of us hated high school so much
why was nothing ever changed?
so i called brian up with my plan that's red hot
a private institution in the name of punk-rock
we got some government funding & our own
private road & 666 for our radio snow code.
i had a dream when i was in high school that i
attended the punk rock academy & no one made fun
of me.
chris jensen's teaching science & he's still
running mountain.
we fired the gun from bad religion cuz he
sold punk rock out & we'll give the dirty punx a
dip & get rid of all their fleas.
and we'll never buy anything with a UPC.
we'll import a token joke & then we'll
kick his token ass & there will never ever be
a physical education class.
think about, you'll agree. it's the bizzity
bizzity bomb & maybe we can get assuck to
play the senior prom.