L7 - Questioning My Sanity

I'm saving my piss in a jar
This depression has gone too far
I'm lying here in bed
Am I alive or am I dead

I'm questioning my sanity

The paint chips are kicking in
Desperation bubbles my skin
There's stuff crawling on the floor
Crackers with black books knocking at my door

The TV's talking to me
I'm questioning my sanity

Everybody have a breakdown!

I haven't changed my clothes in weeks
I'm wallowing in my own stink
My ass is sore from lying in bed
Am I alive or am I dead?

L7 - Wargasm

Wargasm, Wargasm, one, two, three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee
Masturbate, watch it on TV
Crocodile tears for the refugee

Wargasm, Wargasm, one, two, three
smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy
Blue balls waiting impatiently
From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty.

Body bags and dropping bombs,
The pentagon knows how to turn us on.
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
People, people, ecstasy
wave those flags high in the air
As long as it takes place over there.

Wargasm
Wargasm
Wargasm
Wargasm

Body bags and dropping bombs,
the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on
Wargasm
Turn us on
Wargasm

L7 - American Society

Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found
This is not my destiny
Oh yeah
No twentieth century casualty
Oh yeah

I don't wanna watch television
I don't wanna listen to the radio
I don't wanna drown in American society
Don't wanna drown in American society
Don't wanna drown in American society

Don't wanna be rich
Now can't you see the way they dress
They dress
Well they're a bloody tax mess

I don't wanna go to the movies
I don't wanna listen to the company
I don't wanna drown in American society
Don't wanna drown in American society
Don't wanna drown in American society

L7 - Can I Run

Are these sensible shoes on my feet
I wear my shades so our eyes don't meet
I'm scared every fuckin' day
I wear my headphones so I can't hear what you say

Can I run

Switch to paranoid from having fun
Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun
Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace
Comes from living in a terrorist state

Can I run

When he's following me
He's not my brother, he's my enemy
Is he behind the door or in back of the tree
Is he under the bed, is he in the back street

Can I run

L7 - Drama

Wah Wah

One and one is two

Bring on the drama

I'm watching TV

and I don't need you

We got a drama

I'll tell you something and you know it's true

You're full of drama

My piss is yellow and the sky is blue

We got a drama

Spare me

You're draining me

Wah Wah

One and one is two

Bring on the drama

There's something wrong yeah I agree

We got a drama

I'll tell you something

you're choking me

With all your drama

Life stinks and the grass is green

We got a drama

Spare me

You're draining me, draining me..

L7 - Fast And Frightening

Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening
Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean
Her neighbors call her an evil machine

She's fast, she's lean
She's frightening
She's fast, she's lean
She's frightening

Popping wheelies on her motorbike
Straight girls wish they were dykes
She'll do anything on a dare
Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare

Down at the creek smoking pot
She eats the roach so she don't get caught
Throws her mini off in the halls
Got so much clit she don't need no balls

L7 - Bad Things

I suppose I should say a few words here,
Let it all out,
Try to let it all out

I like the sign with the blinking light
I like the sign it makes me feel alright
I like the lights yeah they're soothing me
I like the lights when they get blurry

But something out there's messing with me
A strange dose of reality

I had some things I had to do today
I had some things my head got in the way
I thought a drive might make it okay
I thought a drive would take it all away

I can't shake what's hanging over me
I can't shake it this brain freeze
Something out there's messing with me
Bad things come in more than threes

Bad things bad things
I just wanna
Bad things, bad things
I wanna wanna
Bad things, bad things
Come on, I wanna
Bad things, bad things
I just wanna feel good
(And I feel so bad)

I like the sound of the urban din
I like the sound it fits the mood I'm in
The city plays it's manic song
The city plays I want to sing along

I can't shake what's hanging over me
I can't shake it this brain freeze
Bad things keep happening to me
Bad things come in more than threes

Bad things, bad things
I just wanna..
Bad things, bad things
I wanna, wanna..
Bad things, bad things
Come on, I wanna..
Bad things, bad things
I just wanna feel good
good! I just wanna feel good!
good! I just wanna feel good!
good! good! good! good! good!

I had some things I had to do today
I had some things my head got in the way
I can't shake what's hanging over me
I just can't shake what's hanging over me

Bad things bad things
I just wanna..
Bad things, bad things
I wanna, wanna
Bad things, bad things
Come on I wanna..
Bad things, bad things
I just wanna feel good
good! good! I wanna wanna feel good! good!
I wanna wanna feel good! good!
I just wanna feel good! good!
I wanna wanna feel good! I just gotta feel good!

L7 - Fuel My Fire

I've got a word of thanks
Thanks that I'd like to say
For the rage that I feel
For the rage that I feel today
Gotta stack gotta stack
Stack of chips on my shoulder
In everything I do
Cause I made I made I made
The mistake, the mistake of trusting you

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel, yeah

My layers are thick
And I got a bad attitude
Yeah that knife in my back
Has fingerprints that belong to you
Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge
That I'm holding for you
As long as I live
'Cause you lied you lied you lied
And that's something that I can't forgive
You liar

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel, yeah

L7 - Shitlist

When I get mad and I get pissed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all the people that won't be missed
You've made my shitlist

For all the ones who bum me out
(Shitlist)
For all the ones who fill my head with doubt
(Shitlist)
For all the squares who get me pissed
(Shitlist)
You've made my shitlist

Shitlist, shitlist

When I get mad and I get pissed
(Shitlist)
I grab my pen and write out a list
(Shitlist)
Of all you assholes who won't be missed
(Shitlist)
You've made my shitlist

Shitlist, shitlist

Shitlist, shitlist

L7 - Must Have More

Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty
My brain is drying out
It was so hungry

Must have more
Love for you

My eyes are cold and cracked
She cried a river
He pulls his hair right out
Tries to forgive her

Must have more
Love for you
Love for you

It's in the atmosphere
You cannot hide it
So many long sharp tongues
Keep us divided

Must have more
Love for you
Have more
Love for you
Must have more
Love for you

L7 - The Bomb

Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies
Plastic drivers in plastic cars
Plastic food from plastic jars

Frustration is the fuse
The flame is hate
Tick, tick, tick
Detonate, she's the bomb

Plastic models in plastic magazines
Plastic kings and plastic queens
All are seen on plastic TVs
Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees

What you think, well that's good too
But not as much as what do you do
This fuse burns slow waiting to blow
The world is a heavy load, watch it explode

Lawmakers with plastic policies
Put plastic locks on their cities
In hopes to keep them quiet
Well go off, well blow up

L7 - Slide

I put your stuff out on the porch - lettin' you slide
You pissed in your pants and put out the torch - lettin' you slide
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye - lettin' you slide
I'm a kickin' you out and you know why

Yeah, i been letting you slide
You been along for the ride

You put your cane into my amp - lettin' you slide
When it comes to losers, you're the champ - lettin' you slide
From my garden I pull your weed - lettin' you slide
Your stupid ego i will not feed - no

Yeah, i been letting you slide
You been along for the ride
Yeah, i been letting you slide
You've been a thorn in my side

I put your stuff out on the porch - lettin' you slide
You pissed in your pants and you put out the torch - lettin' you slide
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye - lettin' you slide
I'm a kickin' you out and you know why.. Boy

Yeah, i been letting you slide
You been along for the ride
Yeah, i been letting you slide
You've been a thorn in my side

Get on outta here boy
Took me three weeks to clean my bathroom
You know these amps don't grow on trees

L7 - (Right On) Thru

Well, I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru
'Cause the windows are broken on my 455
Right on thru
It don't rain much but when it do
That dirty old rain comes right on thru

Right on thru
Through to you

I had some pigeons living on my ledge
Right on thru
Dirty winged rats living on the edge
Right on thru

I give 'em a shot too
Right on thru
The pigeon shit seeps right on thru

Right on thru
Through to you

Well, you built your house made out of lead
Right on thru
It keeps out those things that you dread
Right on thru

It don't matter where you hide
Right on thru
Because reality always crashes inside

Right on thru
Through to you

L7 - The Masses Are Asses

I still get angry
I still get sad
And the losers still drive me mad
And I wonder
If I have anything to say anymore
Oh yeah I wonder if I have anything to say
Except the masses are asses
They're all asses

Things still piss me off
And things still make me cry
Poetry's in motion but not in mind
Poetry's in motion but not in my mind
Poetic justice will come in time
And I just have to laugh
I just have to laugh
Because the masses are asses
We're all asses
Masses are asses every day
Masses are asses in every way
Woo woo

L7 - She Has Eyes

I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but I've fallen back
I believe in what she says
I rent space in her head, in her head

She has eyes that were made for crying
She has eyes that were made for crying

When she can't lie to get approved
Lost time and so far removed
Can't afford to keep it used
I'm getting ready to lose, ready to lose

She has eyes that were made for crying
She has eyes that were made for crying
Weaponry,weaponry

When she hits those hits are so hard
Weeping is her first playing card
And I believe she believes in what she says
This is my last time in her head, in her head

She has eyes that were made for crying
She has eyes that were made for crying
Weaponry,weaponry

L7 - Just Like Me

Taime is a rock star
Just like me
Executives love him
Just like me
They all fill his coffee cup
Just like me
Sits back and drinks it up
So where's your dignity?

Faster, faster, faster.......

Well Axl is a love god
Just like me
The girls all love him
Just like me
But he's so messed up
Just like me
Doesn't want to give it up
So where's his dignity?

Guns and, guns and, guns and
Guns and, guns and, guns and

Well Vixen are love gods
Just like me
Pretty pretty sex things
Just like me
Dressed up and paid to play
I couldn't live that way
Hair spray and bustier
Can't fool me

Vixen, vixen, vixen
Vixen, vixen, vixen

Slash is a love god
I know it's hard to believe
Boys all dig him
But boys are easy to please
He's got the bimbos swinging
Like monkeys in the trees
He's got his limos and money
So where's your dignity?

L7 - Pretend We're Dead

What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of every hand

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Turn the tables with our unity
They neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come one