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Strike Bike
3 Feet Smaller
On a Day like today I just don't wanna get up
The Sky is grey, it rains, and being a Frontman just
sucks
What a perfetct day to commit suicide
What a perfect day to write the story of my life
Good bye Mom, Bye bye Dad, I'm glad
That i had parents like you, but now it's too late
No
That's not a good start for the last letter I'll write
Maybe "Life wasn't good to me, I never got what I liked"
Is it worth that, is that what I deserve
Feeling lost and rejected
Unnoticed and thrown back
I won't stand that, I will strike back
What's the meaning of life
I don't want another strife
Sometimes I could take a knife
And slit your head off, Good Night
I hate to say, I hate the way
How this Band work's, it's not my fault
OK
I've made a few mistakes, liked to say what I think
But at least I started to think
You just wanna do, what is good for you
Fuck everyone else, and again
I end up talking to myself
Let's be honest, it's true
I wanted to quit this shit
Cuz I don't wanna end up like you, ignorant
Fucked up shit like this brought me to this point
Isn't it possible to do something conjoint
If three are for it, and one is against
Than that one gets fucked right up the ass
I don't get your point
As a matter of fact I'm always the only one
who's against something and that's why
I get fucked on and on
Unnoticed and thrown back (2x)