Don't Look

Reject the stuff you're taught Bored more than not So what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch Don't look Don't look onto your lawn There's a billboard built for God You won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines If all you want is just your own set of rules Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools >> My Neighbors I don't really care if you call me a fag I've known fags who are better men than you And I know you're not measured by what you're called You're measured by what you do So what's the difference to you? It's not your life Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night You're clever and in control of situations you provoke I can hear you laughing at punch lines But I didn't hear a joke >> Smoke Up Your Ass I'm kissing your million dollar grin You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands I'm shaking your over-shaken hand So when will the faces of the people we all see Above the headlines resemble somebody like me? His collar's whiter than his skin like predesecors past He got no check on the ballot I cast Debating on nothing good for us It's over, who needs your fuckin' trust I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess? Here's smoke up your ass >> Sucks To The Political If punk's not a religion then you don't have a savior's word And it's not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts 'Cause you've got nothing to say that I haven't heard Gospel talk and the holy word Save the world my back is turned And I don't see the point to life as some kind of martyr 'Cause you're always pushing your solutions on me But there's always someone pushing harder You're always right, to live is sin In a perfect world I guess we'd all repent