| It's not a crime if you don't get caught | |
| A marriage made in the emergency ward | |
| I'd rather ride the roller coaster | |
| Than the merry go round | |
| My brain conspires against me | |
| A self fulfilling prophecy | |
| I'd rather eat peaches | |
| Than taste that golden brown | |
| No one that you can rely on | |
| Long ago I gave up tryin' | |
| No one on whom you can depend | |
| And I got a home I gotta defend | |
| (Here we go again) | |
| It's getting harder to relate | |
| It's such a bitch to just stay grounded | |
| Please tell me that it's not too late | |
| That my fears are all unfounded | |
| It's a steady downhill slide | |
| And the screws are turning tighter | |
| And you never will unwind | |
| Your complexion's turning whiter | |
| Quick fix | |
| You reap what you sow... and I oughta know | |
| Quick fix | |
| Liquid courage and powerdered panache | |
| Stolen light late night gate crash | |
| Long heedless of the pipes and needles | |
| Scattered on the ground | |
| It's too late for apologies | |
| There's no respect - no boundaries | |
| Barricade the building | |
| Burn the projects down | |
| No one that you can rely on | |
| Long ago I have up tryin' | |
| No one on whom you can depend | |
| And I got a head I gotta defend | |
| (Here we go again) | |
| It's getting harder to relate | |
| It's such a bitch to just stay grounded | |
| Please tell me that it's not too late | |
| That my fears are all unfounded | |
| It's a steady downhill slide | |
| And the noose is getting tighter | |
| And you never will unwind | |
| Your complexion's turning whiter | |
| Quick fix | |
| You reap what you sow... | |
| And I oughta know | |
| Quick fix | |
| Perfect victim sitting duck | |
| They're in the playground waiting | |
| I can hear their stereos | |
| I can see their whores fellating | |
| Pull the covers 'round your head | |
| They're waiting at your door | |
| Better load your .44 | |
| This is civil war | |
| You better load your .44 | |
| This is civil war | |
| Quick fix |