Billy Talent III

Another F again I fret,
Another cocky hypocrite,
Another dirty LOOK from a passerby.
Kiddy porn and lunatics,
All the things that make me sick,
Another suicide from a sad rock star.

So get the fuck out of my face,
And disappear without a trace.
You annoying little prick,
I'll reach into my bag of tricks.
And then I'll pull out a hand grenade,
Your machoism fades away.
But I will not pull out the pin,
Because thats mean!!

With judgement day not far away,
You're sniffing all your days away.
I don't know who to blame,
Is it me or is it you?
Violent death and viruses,
And lack there-of of consciousness.
Another shitty...

My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The neverending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee

So if you see me will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?

Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins

My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my herse
Cold sores, im beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride,...

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn't find at home

Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time!

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

When it gets...