you love it now but it’s too much
i can even do the things that should offend me
i don’t want the son, i want a jury of peers
i’m picking your body from my teeth
show no mercy to the dance floor
i’m going to kiss your lips to shut you up
i feel like i’m touching the earth
paradise is a parking lot
i’m living on the street
i’ll bleed you dry with money
why do you seek the living among the dead
there’s got to be a better way
god bless these bombs
you never know what time it is
it’s simple
it’s so simple
everyone’s telling the truth
tell me what you want
i’m building a house on the limb
i’ve lied to so many lovers
if God is against us then who can be for us
oppression is always oppression
i’ve walked through lincoln’s backyard
i know a way out of hell
there’s room for everyone
in the end it will all be ok
if it’s not ok then it’s not the end