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The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
Producer
Phil Kaffel
Phil Kaffel
Producer
Julian Raymond
Julian Raymond
Producer
Jerry Finn
Jerry Finn
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Lyrics

Drop it Hey — what's going on? Hey — what went wrong? Hey — I don't know why Hey — I might as well try Let's go Well, I looked around this crazy world, and tried to make some sense of it Robbed a bank and stole a car, and tried to put some dents in it And everybody's playing games, I don't know what to make of it Don't play your stupid games, you know I don't need all that fucked up shit Well, no one ever told me I was gonna get older I turned 21 and I thought my life was over It took a long time to get where I'm at now And I'm not gonna sit around wondering how, no Well, I listen to your fucking shit, I can't make any sense of it 'Cause what goes in does not come out, you've gotta put two cents in it You're just a blob of fucking jell, your brain is floating out in space Your brain was worth a quarter, I'd get twenty-six cents back as change Well, no one ever told me the grass would be greener I've done a lot of things since the last time that I seen her No one ever told me it would be this way That's why I can't make sense out of anything I say, no Junkie little punk My world is crumbling and I don't know what to do It's falling down around me 'cause I'm thinkin' of you If we take a look, look at our world today Are our morals on decline or have we all gone insane? Insane (insane) Insane (insane) Insane (insane) Pick it up Hey — what's going on? Hey — what went wrong? Hey — I don't know why Hey — I might as well try (stop)
Writer(s): Daniel Jay Lukacinsky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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