POAKY

First Verse

I've had enough of your shit for a lifetime and now my head is swelling up,

Now it is about time that you took some of your time to sort out all the stuff you fucked up,

Why is it that you want to be somebody who looks just like me?

It's a myth and a falacy that people grow to liking you and changing isn't going to help.

Final Verse

You're an international terrorist but none of us could give a shit, a member of the KKK,

Homosexual tendencies and other gay anomolies, you've got a really ugly face,

Why is it that you want to be somebody who acts just like me?

You're just another phone hippy and punk rock is you're enemy, I'd like to see you crash and burn.

MAR

Intro

Its all over when i want to go home

Its all over when I'm dried up inside,

I want to go home when I feel alone,

But thats not what you do to me,

First Verse

I saw you there and you looked the same,

Remember all the times that I got the blame,

You stole the pencils and called me a dork,

You'd cave my face in if you thought I'd talk.

Chorus

Your name's still Mary,

That hasn't changed,

Your name's still Mary,

I wouldn't like my teeth rearranged.

Intro

Final Verse

I'm at your door, yellow with pink dots,

As dark outside as it was on the drive,

I'm in your bedroom; single bed,

Jumped out the window and i broke my head,

Chorus

Bridge (musical)

Chorus

My Lady Friend

First Verse

I'm fed up of sitting around just waiting for him my head isn't sound I,

Tripped him up and he fell to the ground and he got up and opened his mouth and,

Last Verse

Month has passed and I'm sound as a pound they've broken up and I'm in with a chance I,

Asked her out and she turned around and when she said no I opened my mouth aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand,

Chorus

Look whose got the girl, Look whose got the girl....(repeat ad nauseum)

Wasted Days

First Verse

Wasted days I'm 15 now,

I'll carry on but I don't know how,

Wasted days mean less to come,

But in so little time I've had so much fun,

Time has come to pack my bags,

Quit jacking off over porno mags,

Time has come to leave my past behind,

Getting fatal regrets off my mind,

Chorus

And if I'm ever gonna come back,

You ain't ever gonna know me,

You ain't ever gonna hate me,

Like you did in the past.

Second Verse

Time has come to gather my bags,

Train has stopped by the railroad flags,

Time has come to start a new future,

Meet a nice girl called Karma Sutra.

Chorus