tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282178858689693302011-07-28T16:24:34.759-07:00Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009908793293875980noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328217885868969330.post-30590970682117635282009-08-09T22:48:00.001-07:002009-08-09T22:48:49.779-07:00<b>Bold</b><br /><u>Underline</u><br /><i>Italic</i><br /><s>Strikeout</s><br /><blockquote>Blockquote</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328217885868969330-3059097068211763528?l=yourfathersrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009908793293875980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328217885868969330.post-6683884753279944752009-08-09T22:45:00.000-07:002009-08-09T22:50:19.427-07:00Nobody likes you...<br />Everyone left you...<br />They're all out without you...<br />Having fun...<br /><br />Where have all the bastards gone?<br />The underbelly stacks up ten high<br />The dummy failed the crash test<br />Collecting unemployment checks<br />Like a flunkie along for the ride<br /><br />Where have all the riots gone<br />As your city's motto gets pulverized?<br />What's in love is now in debt<br />On your birth certificate<br />So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!<br /><br />The town bishop is an extortionist<br />And he don't even know that you exist<br />Standing still when it's do or die<br />You better run for your fucking life<br /><br />It's not over 'till you're underground<br />It's not over before it's too late<br />This city's burning<br />It's not my burden<br />It's not over before it's too late<br /><br />There's nothing left to analyze<br /><br />Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?<br />And where will we all go when it's too late?<br /><br />And don't look back<br /><br />You're not the Jesus of Suburbia<br />The St. Jimmy is a figment of<br /><b>Your father's rage and your mother's love</b><br />Made me the Idiot America<br /><br />It's not over 'till you're underground<br />It's not over before it's too late<br />This city's burning<br />It's not my burden<br />It's not over before it's too late<br /><br />She said I can't take this place<br />I'm leaving it behind<br /><br />Well she said I can't take this town<br />I'm leaving you tonight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328217885868969330-668388475327994475?l=yourfathersrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009908793293875980noreply@blogger.com0