It ain't gonna be me

When you see me comin',
You better step aside,
'Cause as you look deep in,
My blood-shot eyes,
You know...

I'm up to no good,
And I'm in no mood,
To be fucked around with.

So get outta my way,
I'm not gonna play,
Yer mindless games,

A lion, to this world, I came,
Only this one cannot be tamed,
So don't even try.

If something or someone stands before me on the road,
One of us is going to go,
And all I know is,
It ain't gonna be me,
Oh no It ain't gonna be me.

If yer on my path,
We're on a collision course,
I'll break yer bones, ya'll feel the wrath,
You'll be reduced to cinder,
That'll be the aftermath.

I'm up to no good
I'm in no mood,
To be fucked around with.

So Get outta my way,
I'm not gonna play,
Yer mindless games.

A lion, to this world I came,
Only this one, you cannot tame,
So don't even try.

If something or someone stands before me on the road,
One of us is going to go,
And all I know is,
It ain't gonna be me,
Oh no, It ain't gonna be me.

Only you can take me away

Years traveling down this old road,

And still I seem to get tangled up,

Can't seem to figure out which way to go,

There's always a blind turn, or a bump where I get stuck.

You, my mademoiselle, only you can take me away,

Dream a dream and let me slide into it eternally,

I'll quietly sit and listen to every word you say,

There up high we can dip our feet in the clouds and just be.

It ain't hard to go on when you're not alone,

But when missfortune has it's way,

The night always seems find you and sink the cold into your bones,

So you'll remember the sting of lonlyness through out the day.

You, my mademoiselle, only you can take me away,

Dream a dream and let me slide into it eternally,

I'll quietly sit and listen to every word you say,

There up high we can dip our feet in the clouds and just be.

I don't know,

Where to go.

Take me there,

Don't care,

As long as it's not here,

I ain't scared.

To Hell With Goin' To Heaven

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.

Don't worry yourself old man, keep your wings,

'Cause if honesty's a quality well received by you, I'm all set,

With making up new ways to sin,

To trully live before the years pass me by and make me dead,

I forsake you and the milennia lasting lies you've been telling

Keep your holy lies, and gimme ordinary truth instead.

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.

This beautifully heartbreking mess we call life,

Is only being darkened by the blind-fold,

You've chosen to set before our eyes,

Now we know not the peaceful warmth, only the confusing cold.

Is it too much to ask for, a little room to breathe,

Is in ourselves not in you, we should believe,

It's for our brothers and sisters that we bleed,

Is true freedom too hard-a-gift for you to give,

Well, if it is...

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.