The world is neither fair nor unfair
I’m all busted up
It’s a gamble, double down or don’t
Here’s a thought for every man
There’s something cold and blank behind her smile
it’s three o’clock in the morning or maybe it’s four
i fell in love last year
my first crush on an irish girl
WE ARE THE DALEKS AND WE NEVER DIE
you can dance you can jive
I made up my mind a long time ago
Let me tell ya ‘bout a girl I know
Don’t want to think about it, but I see it every day
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay
You met her; persuade her; but still she’s miles away
Sing us a song of the century,
Now I like takin’ off,
Put your death mask on,
Spread out like a million locusts covering the sun,
He was the heavyweight king at the age of twenty-one.
Why don’t you sit right back?
Cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need
You’re the fighter, you’ve got the fire
Blacktop pavement, cover me
Everywhere you look
When I’m at work, ya, I always rush right home for lunch,
As I passed by,
Hope unknown; sometimes just walking is surreal,
And I’d give up forever to touch you,
Caught in a world that’s plagued by something they call “love.”
(seriously, punk music makes for bad poems)
Stop, have a beer; it’s on me.
Enough time’s been wasted, and now I’m faced with our realities and what’s to come of this scene,
So quickly draining away,
It’s Christmas Eve, and I’ve only wrapped two fucking presents.
We’re told we’ve got a brand of pride that nothing can take away.
(omg of all Blink songs to play it had to be happy holidays. I’m in tears)
You can’t break me down,
I am forever is what he said.
Face down on the cold concrete,
Don’t know I’m watching you and every move you make.
Asleep at the wheel….
(wow punk songs make bad poems)