RiptideRiptide You all hate your children They're too fat to feed You're on medication Taking pills to sleep I think I'm doing just fine Compared to what you've been doing I won't get vaccinated Insurance costs too much You think you're so persuasive But I'm not giving up Saving my life It's not what you're doingI, I won't justify The way I live my life 'Cause I'm the one livin' it Feelin' it, tastin' it And you're just wasting your time Trying to throw me a line When you're the one drowning I like where I'm at on my back Floating down in my own riptide The water is fineI like to step on cracks I go against the odds You t
SurviveSurvive I've had too many days Where I'm ready to break There's gotta be more There's gotta be more So I ingest everything 'Cause I'm in it to win Nothing but time on my side Anywhere I choose 'Cause I wasn't built to lose And you think I'm going to fall Face down on the floor Just because I'm High highAs for me I have to disagree'Cause I'm one who will survive The ones you eat alive And nobody puts up a fight They die! They die! Rolling dollar bills And popping all these pills But I'll do what I wanna do 'Cause I wasn't built to loseYou keep making the rounds You push me to the ground Making you feel bigger tha
You're Going DownYou're Going Down Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I knowIt's been a long time coming And the table's turned around 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down I'm not running, It's a little different now 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going downDefine your meaning of fun To me it's when we're getting it done {The explicit version: "Is it fuckin', druggin' or guns"} I
FunhouseFunhouse I dance around this empty house Tear us down Throw you out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fallPictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash Once a tickle Now a rashThis used to be a funhouse But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down down down I'm gonna burn it down9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, funEchoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter from before I'd rather live out on the street Than in this haunted memoryI've called the movers Called the maids We'll try to exorcise this place Drag my