Lyrics:
P O Box And The Lipstick Traces

twice a day, You have fun anytime, You go on holiday. Escaping his poverty, Held at a line separating hell and heaven. Disease? That's so far away! Drive

graves, Rest in peace. A prayer in your mind, and a bullet in your head, Humanity is endangered, God blasts america. Open your damn bible, and fucking

them, don't share their misery, don't you understand? Useful to tell you should agree and accept that you're not the Man, just a man, and that man, ain

friends than me. Your hair is cooler and your pants are tighter and your MySpace pictures own my face. Skinnier and better looking and you have more tattoos and

. If i needed one more tear to get in up, Would it be yours? Would it be yours? We have lost our lives by ignorance and lack of sense, We won't choose

Even if I am busted, even if I haven't got any dough, I'm keen on hanging around, and I know lots of things for ripping off. I wanna paint the town red

Hey man, something is wrong in my head When I see your face on Empty V, I just hate the bird you are With your wings spread. I realize that you want