Talk, talk, talk, talk Keeps getting in the way Speaking as a young artiste Who has so much to say So now you know my situation Understand my aggravation
Oh well, I'm going out west where I belong Oh, where the days are short and the nights are long And I walk (And I walk) And I'd run (And I'd run) And
I crave the flesh of the sacred cow Charred and dripping fat I love the sight of a baby lamb Spinning on the rack I say, burn, burn Burn, baby, burn!!
Benny got a new tattoo Down at the St. Mark's Zoo He walked down to the park Drinkin 40's, till it's dark Talkin to a grey haired man In a tie-dyed shirt
It don't take no melody To make some music history You say you wanna rock And make it to the top You gotta look good And you gotta act tough The wheel
Last car 2 train burning from the rage Manhattan makes and Brooklyn takes A lonely desert eagle waiting for his prey To blow another sucker away On your
So tell me pretty baby Are you still talking 'bout yourself? You're such a non-conformist Just like everybody else And if you had a heart, tell me would
Well, she used to be lonely But she ain't anymore She was a teenage madonna But now her clothes are all torn She's got red lips, red lips She's got blood
Who talks back to the teacher in class cause she always wants to have her way And who's getting hurt cause she's taking on the world what a drag growing
You ignore me then you adore me When I think I'm losing faith you restore me You accuse me then excuse me Is everything you do meant to confuse me? It
Buying all your clothes at the shopping mall Searching for that uniform that really says it all Driving a Camaro, none blacker can be found And when you
Alienation generation's constipation Consequence of years of Oprahzation Super-concentrated self infatuation I don't have a clue I don't trust those
Hippies are squares with long hair and they don't wear no underwear Country rock is on the way, I don't want music, I won't pay Dictators can't swing,
Smoking marijuana And watching channel five I got to get my strength up This struggle to survive Well, everyone's an asshole Everyone's a creep I look
Pussy and money You wake up in the morning Totally confused Can't get a date But you're getting screwed You're searching for a reason A way to carry
Everybody thinks that I'm insane Some say it's cancer of the brain They don't understand I take it like a man I'm fired up All fired up In a crowd's
Standing by the ringside Cheering on the bad guys Jimmy lights a cigar He's cursing out the old farts Drinking Johnny Walker Black I tell you, Jimmy'
You stagger home at 3 AM Yeah, you said you're out drinkin' with the girls again What's up with that? Wooh What's up with that? What's up with that?
