Absent Minded
I'm the criminal of the century now
Broken bricks
why do the strokes know?
My first name just another game
and marilyn manson tells me never admit your life to be a show
and in the mental istitute she wore a superman's cape
volunteering to cheer up the patients
the two edged sword i loved soo much
she brought me a friendly raven
who i had aske previously
whats going to happen when my parent drive me crazy
and i run away from the drugs?
Boys night out
why are singing songs about my friend scott?
do you know anything at all about complexes jerk off
and how bad you need to get off?
anyone whose anyone knows something but lives in denial
the rumor mill the rumor mill
oh now were all smiling
its soo petty how im always looking for another saving grace
and even ive admitted this wasnt a scene as i flexed and spat
this was an arm's race
but the original fire seperated from the slaves of the audio
tell me tell me what do you know my finger eleven is pointing
me away at the right wrong time
and even alanis morisette knew the firetruicks were right around the bend
I am
I am
I am the criminal of the century my friends
Walrusses and big bad wolves
and delusional friends talking to their hands
ex lovers and everyones abusive brother
step mothers and huge estates stolen
oh how i hate the sour grapes turnbing into california raisins
I am I am
the criminal of the century
I am
I am
everybodies fool evenesant and see through
so what do i do
run away to look for battlefields with signs of salvation
or prove to them i never come unglued
when christmas cards are fire hazards
and drinking coffee gets you another needle
when the television really is speaking to you in front of people
and they tell you
they tell you
they tell you
not to rage against the machine
why do the strokes know of the broken bricks and fire place
and why is the limp bizkit always onto me?
I am
I am
I am the criminal of the century
living out this nightmare of your cruel cold system
and i curse you all
i curse you all
aplague upon you rhouses to boil with doublke trouble
recycled dreams of blasphemy
and know that until i get my justice
and those dead you under rug swept
you will choke my friend
my enemy
you will die in the streets until nothing is tolerated
and you can cry all you want
for i have been there
and then we can see eye to eye
for I
tis I
I am the criminal of the century
and when u say it's miller time
they never paid the price fully
but the rumor mill of the house fire
of substitues and teachings
prodigal geniuses and ghostly prophets and demons
I want justice
i want truth
for I am
I am the criminal of the century
and tired of suffering for you incompetance
i demand justice on my side
i have paid for my sins
now what about the price to be paid for the wrongs done unto me?
why do the strokes know?
My first name just another game
and marilyn manson tells me never admit your life to be a show
and in the mental istitute she wore a superman's cape
volunteering to cheer up the patients
the two edged sword i loved soo much
she brought me a friendly raven
who i had aske previously
whats going to happen when my parent drive me crazy
and i run away from the drugs?
Boys night out
why are singing songs about my friend scott?
do you know anything at all about complexes jerk off
and how bad you need to get off?
anyone whose anyone knows something but lives in denial
the rumor mill the rumor mill
oh now were all smiling
its soo petty how im always looking for another saving grace
and even ive admitted this wasnt a scene as i flexed and spat
this was an arm's race
but the original fire seperated from the slaves of the audio
tell me tell me what do you know my finger eleven is pointing
me away at the right wrong time
and even alanis morisette knew the firetruicks were right around the bend
I am
I am
I am the criminal of the century my friends
Walrusses and big bad wolves
and delusional friends talking to their hands
ex lovers and everyones abusive brother
step mothers and huge estates stolen
oh how i hate the sour grapes turnbing into california raisins
I am I am
the criminal of the century
I am
I am
everybodies fool evenesant and see through
so what do i do
run away to look for battlefields with signs of salvation
or prove to them i never come unglued
when christmas cards are fire hazards
and drinking coffee gets you another needle
when the television really is speaking to you in front of people
and they tell you
they tell you
they tell you
not to rage against the machine
why do the strokes know of the broken bricks and fire place
and why is the limp bizkit always onto me?
I am
I am
I am the criminal of the century
living out this nightmare of your cruel cold system
and i curse you all
i curse you all
aplague upon you rhouses to boil with doublke trouble
recycled dreams of blasphemy
and know that until i get my justice
and those dead you under rug swept
you will choke my friend
my enemy
you will die in the streets until nothing is tolerated
and you can cry all you want
for i have been there
and then we can see eye to eye
for I
tis I
I am the criminal of the century
and when u say it's miller time
they never paid the price fully
but the rumor mill of the house fire
of substitues and teachings
prodigal geniuses and ghostly prophets and demons
I want justice
i want truth
for I am
I am the criminal of the century
and tired of suffering for you incompetance
i demand justice on my side
i have paid for my sins
now what about the price to be paid for the wrongs done unto me?
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