Teksty:
Modern Life Is War Midnight In America

The last words I heard before I slammed the door... "You gotta be humble in this life." But my shoulders tell me that ain't right as I race down the

The grass was never green. There was never purity. Some say it's all over... stupid fucking jaded burnouts. Young ones: carry on. Destroy and annoy.

know you do. The path is dim and twisted but there's nothing stopping you. Too many love songs. Too many unanswered prayers. Nobody is gonna save you

It's a good life if you don't weaken (so I won't weaken) And I'm a kid with a history of confusion. The life that was pushed upon me was one I could

me. These Mad Dogs of Glory. What you were born to be. What you become. And what is left of a man when his work is done. It's hard to imagine. It's

streets at dawn. That hellhound is still on my trail but the darkness is almost gone. Most people never really come to know how fragile sanity is. My