Hey Baby you've got a lot to learn I've been down and now it's your turn Never guess I'd see through you Took a chance at the things you do You make me sick Hey baby you got a lot to say Don't look true to me that way You always thought you were something new Never wanted my point of view You make me sick You think your smile is oh so cool Go find yourself another fool I cramped your style so you say Looking at yourself 24 hours a day You make me sick Hey baby don't turn me on I ain't gonna miss you now that you're gone I love the things you do I can not get through to you You make me sick.
Teenage Terror Dirt on your face and boots on your feet sneak out at night to drink on the street they say that you're so young but your mind is made up and your passing all the others the ones that gave up Only 16 but your nobody's fool you get beat up by the jocks on your way home from school but you've got something that they can't understand you got the fucking world in the palm of your hand Too big for boots is what they say but you'll knock down anyone in the way they don't understand this is the life you choose and right now you feel like you can never lose It's more than a tourist photo in Harvard square it's more than a leather and purple hair this is more than jumping the fashion cart because your outside shows the pride in your heart You may look different but it's by choice no lies or accusations will silence your voice brought into this world and forged in adolescent pain something that others just can't explain.
Come to Grips Grasping at Straws Why drink a beer if the bottle's got a bottom? Pretty soon everyone will leave a nice exterior, the insides rotten I can't trust what I once believed now I'm fucked, twitching crucified nothings changed, we all feel the same this empty feelings to which I'm tied I saw my own funeral and nobody came Nobody laughs anymore, Nothings changed, we've seen it before nobody smiles anymore, we try and try but we're still bored You told me we could make it through this trick yourselves into plans of hope the sea of time in which we wade jealous of purity I see in their eyes the same clear vision torn from my heart like a dying man wiping off the flies I feel it, I need it but there's no hope.
No Regrets I am the taker, the giver of none you see me coming and you better run cause I don't give a fuck about your pain madness is the only thing that keeps me sane you are my roadblock, the one in my way think you're gonna stop me but you're gonna pay coming at you like an eighteen wheel truck the I'll spit on you cause I don't give a fuck you think I'm hateful- well that's tough shit think I'm crazy well you better deal with it I have no conscience, I have no heart coming for you gonna rip you apart madness is what keeps me sane.
Dead and Gone All things lost, nothing gained everything passing day intensifies my pain I look towards tomorrow yet cling to yesterday hoping sometime I'll find my way Each day a reminder of my mistakes each day a reminder of what it takes nothing to look forward to from what I can see the old days ended too soon for me. End of My Rope You know you're at the end when your mind's a prison cell the walls are closing in and your life's a living hell nowhere left to turn to and no one else to blame so you blame yourself you might as well cause the jokes on you again Alright alright it's not alright I'm gonna feel the pain tonight Give me a push give me a shove I'll never fuckin' learn made all the wrong decisions now there's nowhere else to turn so don't call me your brother and don't call me your friend cause I've been down that road before and I know where it ends Alright alright it's not alright I'm gonna feel the pain tonight out of mind and out of sight I'm at the end of my rope tonight.
Saturday Kids Another weekend on the town another Saturday night another riot, another fight beer by the riverside we always get chased by the cops they really got it in for us they wanna see us all behind bars cause we're always making a fuss Saturdays kids, nothing else to do Saturdays kids, teenage wasted youth Another gang out on the streets you can't say we haven't tried all the cops and all the suits wanna push us down to the side our generation is gonna fucking stay our generation is gonna have it's say.
Reckless You talk to us about the way it was but you don't see we don't care about the way it used to be can't live on those nostalgic lies we're sick and tired of living up to the old ways the scene is ours now, the kids are here to stay and we will never go away The first to arrive and the last to leave another generation wears it's anger on it's sleeve and if your not careful it'll come right down to you Cause the tables have turned and the hatred burns and after all these years we've finally learned we gotta take a stand so what are you gonna do?
Another casualty, don't look at me just a reckless useless young wannabe singled out and written off like it was never meant to be you're a nameless faceless bygone to be. Youth Is Wasted by the Young Insight Guess your dreams always end. They don't rise up just descend, But I don't care anymore, I've lost the will to want more, I'm not afraid not at all, I watch them all as they fall, But I remember when we were young. Those with habits of waste, Their sense of style and good taste, Of making sure you were right, Hey don't you know you were right?
This One's For You. You Make Me Sick. Teenage Terror. Come To Grips. Grasping At Straws. No Regrets. Dead And Gone. End Of My Rope.
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Customer Reviews. Displaying the only customer review. Reviews are written by people that purchased this item from Interpunk. Timothy from Tempe, AZ. Jan 25 I really can't add much more than that, so to end our exchange I leave you with two little pieces of advice 1. Proceed to downloading this album. Jump all around your room accordingly like the true "Saturdays Kid" you are. Some of you may know Gibby vocalist from his later stint in the band Panic as well as the founder of makeoutclub.
The guitarist later went on to help form The Explosion as well. Preview a few select tracks on myspace.
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