You see me coming round you flash it in my face

You see what I don't have and you invade my space.

I go home and soak my head inside my

precious anger

But you keep on going

When I see you guys around I don't know what to think

It sure as hell isn't jealousy, but it sure is on the brink

I don't want it personally, but in a

Vague way

But I can't enjoy myself

Much to my dismay

But I can't complain, it's all in my brain

And the irony of it all gives me a stain

But I'm all fed up, with this stupid stuff

And The only lesson I will learn is life is rough.

Chorus

So what the hell is the deal

Are you for real

I can't understand

This is a brain peel

Over me you guys loom

And all I gotta say is Get a Room

(2x)

Yeah its hard to understand where you're coming from

Cause you go to a party just to get some

And you say you'll be there

For me, that you care

But you know you're a liar, to believe you is dumb

I'm crying out to you but how in hell would you know

You're so wrapped up, that everyone else is your foe.

So all you need to know is get up and socialize

You don't need to be on the couch get some exercise

if you want to stay there fine with me

But if you wanna keep your friends that ain't the key

Chorus

Instrumental break

Chorus

Words by J. Posner

Music by L. Campanell

slow

Yeah I know someone who's a stalker

He's got issues to spare

He isn't much of a talker

Cause he is just unaware

He looks in at her sleeping mass

Just to watch her sleep

He leaves warm breath on the cold glass

But his dignity he will keep.

(fast guitar intro)

1234

He says a big price she's gonna play

And I think he isn't quite right

He followed her on her birthday

And she made him leave that night.

Yeah that boy's gonna get killed sometime

He just isn't healthy it seems

But he doesn't think his love is a true crime

She's the subject of all his dreams

Yeah but all his friends think he's crazy

And all her friends have seen

He'd try harder if he wasn't so lazy

It's so weird cause he treats her so mean.

Chorus

He's just a stalker from hell

It's almost romantic

The boy's heart just fell

It makes you kind of frantic

He's just a stalker fool

It comes out of a book

But if you play it cool

Just take a look

This boy needs a shrink bad

Or that is what we say

His biggest doubters are his Mom and Dad

They think it's all a play

We try to talk to him,

he pushes us down

He sees everything as dim

With a constant frown

But she doesn't want him back

She seems to have moved on

His whole world is black

He can't see a new dawn.

Chorus

Instrumental break

Chorus

End

Words by J. Posner

Music by L. Campanell

Life is such a cruel reality

Most guys don't make it, maybe two or three

Not some stupid punks who lose face

Not some talentless pukes from Centerville, O.H.

We say we're homies from the ghetto, We say we're streetwise and cool

But who the hell are we kidding, we went to public school

So we leave all that, and we start the show

We play our instruments, and we stay with the flow

Cause our exparation date is coming real soon

We stick out like a freakin' sand dune

Never ever mislead the people again

Cause we are evil evil is sin

You know it ain't so bad to be from the Midwest

Instead of the coast, and we're all a big mess

The Ohio kids are boring, they don't have enough sass

But the Ohio kids are gonna and kick your ass

Chorus

Who are you when you said we wouldn't make it

Look at us today

We bring down the house in the Buckeye State

And across the USA

Yea we're freaky and we bust all day long

Moves on the stage

We have our own show, only friends no foes

So to the next page

Yeah quit looking at us cause we ain't from Long Beach

And we ain't from L.A. or Harlem, don't preach

But we still got the sounds

Enough to go around

We spew neat grooves

And hell, we got moves

We aren't the best, but we ain't the worst neither

We totally don't suck like a vacuum cleaner

Cause we are not fooling anybody here

We're from the suburbs we have hopes and fears

We got guitars, amps and drums

We write songs when the feeling comes

What you got to say to that

Listen

Chorus

Instrumental break

Chorus

End

Gremlin's Soul
Words by J. Posner
Music by N. Feuer

intro
moderately slow punk beat

He lives
In his own pain,
And he watches
kids at play
he discovers
Stabbing his brain
Is the pressure
of his day
(bass comes in)
self esteem
say he's a crazy
they don't know him
and they don't try
411
at best is hazy
hes always sad
but never cries
BRIDGE
But he never met a guy, that wasn't cool and fly
He can count his friends on one hand they're the ones that never cry
But if you take a good glance, and you give him a chance,
You'll find that he's an ass hole and he might deserve to die

CHORUS

Soul
What is it
Is it nothing
But a lie
Is it nothing
But a feeling
That escapes you
When you die

Soul
What is it
Is it nothing
But a feeling
We discover
We get by

He's a meanie
And a badass
With his razor
Sharp claws
any prison
Cannot hold him
He ignores
All the laws
Can you take it
Try to meet him
If he doesn't
Kill you first
Will you make it
And defeat him
As far as monsters
He's the worst

BRIDGE

But you go up to his house he pours a cup of coffee black
And you better tell the truth or he will go and attack
And if you play your cards right, and get through the night
The mofo may stay sane, and he might not blow his stack

CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL SOLO

CHORUS
FADE OUT


Tell Me
Words by J. Posner and L. Campanell
Music by L. Campanell and Noah Feuer

Spill your guts if you must
Start a fire in my ear
But I don't wanna care
about the rapture in first gear
Bring the mallet down on my aching crown
Exploding in pain
The words writhing down
Like a crazy cherry stain
You try to talk to me...but it's hard to see
With all this funky crap
You gotta pay a fee
Well you live in the slums but all I got is my drums
And I play em real hard
my whole life needs some Tums
Try to find but hide inside the kind of lies that never die that keep it loose you know the truth but you can see it in your eyes
Minivan, don't give a damn
You come with a smile
But if you wanna call my house
Get off your ass and dial


Tell me your name
I wanna call you
Right now
Since you play games
I guess we'll never meet
Are you insane
Carbonation gets to me
Pepperoni or plain
Why don't we wait and see

You're just a puzzle
A Rubiks cube of thoughts
Cause any crazy fool knows I can't be bought
Bring the pendulum down
Like in the Poe's tail
Cause if you try and try
Your sorry ass is gonna fail
Tried and true I'm promising you
A letter, a lie
Seeing with the third eye
Be cool, be right
Get through the night
As you cry dry tears
Sort through your fears
Hitting 4, pushing 5
Head so sore it needs a high
But you don't cause you know
it don't do no good
And you think it should
But I'm tired and worn
Fighting the song of the fight
Of the night
As the presence on
You find yourself wanting to call
Me, plain to see
That you can fall
Or is it you I wanna call

Chorus

Yeah you knowits dope and smack have a heart attack take a lunch pack on your trip to the stack
And you break the mold they made you in gonna see you there, yeah
And its funky and its great you're gonna try on a size 8 yea cause the gate it
is your fate and it's too late to relate
Cause you crawl all over me like you was Sajak on TV
And you lose, you lose in the end

Chorus

Yea and I knew this guy

He was great We was fly

And I could tell this guy

Anything that crossed my mind

I loved him

And sometimes hated him

But always at the end of the day

I'd love him again

He was a bro and nothin' mo'

You couldn't love him like that

Me all scattered and him my backpack

He's my tangerine boy

He smells so sweet

And acts so nice

Peel him open and bite into a slice

Bittersweet but you can't tell

My tangerine boy saves me from my own hell

Yea and he turned out to be

Someone who I could talk to

For a minute and he knew

What I would say next

So close but so far apart

You cannot tell what's in

My tangerine boys heart

Until one day

His heart taken away

By a girl who knew

She could do what she wanted to do

He'd never faltered

And stayed to console

But she tore him up

And bled his soul

My Tangerine boy

Oh how I love him so

Who know what he feels

He never lets it show

He's my tangerine boy

He smells so sweet

And acts so nice

Peel him open and bite into a slice

Bittersweet but you can't tell

My tangerine boy saves me from my own hell

And now I tried But than failed

Lost in the shuffle

Like a piece of mail

Like folded paper

And a clear message outside

But you just never know

What all is hidden inside

He's my tangerine boy

And acts so nice

Peel him open and bite into a slice

Bittersweet but you can't tell

To get through my life too young to know

The crowd of kids walked by now

As I looked at them, and then at myself

They get their lovin’ somehow

But it’s dangerous to the mental health

(guitar section)

Could I ever get women like that crowd

No way, but that don’t get me down

Cause do I really want to scream so loud

At a messed up bitch who flashes shit before town

Chorus

She’s the village bicycle

(ooh ooh)

Anyone with a quarter has a real good chance

She’s the village bicycle

(ooh ooh)

The girl’s a 24/7 hootchie dance

She’s the village bicycle

(ooh ooh)

The guys with her know they’ll hit a home run

She’s the village bicycle

(ooh ooh)

Since when is paying for your woman considered fun?

I think we all deserve better

We need an interesting girl who we’ll all treat right

We don’t treat her like a sweater

Roll the poor girl off when it becomes a hot night

I know I shouldn’t be complaining

Any girl that I can get would be just fine

But inside her it’s raining

The girl should be starting her own phone sex line(1-900-BIG-ONEZ)

She could change her own ways

And not be open 24 hours a day

It’s a big endless maze.

But she could keep being like that shit anyway.

Chorus

Instrumental solo

Chorus

End

1234

ooh

Lost my virginity at three years old

Im just trying to discover

If I’ll ever find a lover

It just isn’t fine

(no no)

Drink a cappuchino with Irish Cream

Fanticize phillosiphize like in a sex dream

 This thing is hell

Under my voodoo spell

This crazy shit isn’t mine

(no no)

BRIDGE

Well you can go into the therapy

Or watch some murders on TV

Just remember what you think

Who gives a damn,

im pissed

CHORUS

I’m…..so….pissed

(at you and you)

Cause You don’t let me be and you’re in control

Hell…with…this

(so you and you)

Get away from me!

 2x

Stand right there and smoke some weed

That shit is a real good deed

Look around

Stay on the ground

 Having a great time

(no no)

Be a ho or be a bitch

Don’t care long as you repair your glitch

Break your neck

Hold on a sec

I’m sure going blind

(no no)

 Just go round and lose your brain

 Try and stand your unbearable pain

 Just remember what you think

Who gives a damn

I’m pissed

Chorus

Lauren-Tell me what you want, what you want from me

Is that while I wave to you.. aw I’m waving you goodbye

The shit just hit the fan and flew into my eye but I

Could still see just what you’re doing to me

This ain’t Melrose Place not fake like on TV

Riding off on a whim spending all your time with him

Better get a new idea cause your lightbulb’s getting dim

This isn’t an old flick sometimes the bad guys win

You’re feeding on your ego get a fork and lets begin

You’re not skating on thin ice but you’re floating in thin air

You seem so far away wonder if you’re even there

I’m going out of my way just to justify your state of mind

This time you’re over my line this is now kicking it live

You’ve done this before and you’re doing it again

How many times you gotta learn with him you cannot win

Chorus

You’re lying to me and you’re lying to yourself

This obession you have is bad for your health

Just sit right back and watch the movie that you made

90 minutes of lies until the picture starts to fade

You’re lying to me and you’re lying to yourself

This obession you have is bad for your health

You forget about us, forget where you came from

Help won’t be there when you wanna get some

Jordan-yo

Some people look at me and they think then

That loser won’t get nowhere he belongs in the pen

The penitentiary I mean where good minds go to rot

Where the food is from last week and the weather is hot

Im not a delinquent here, just concerned about you all

How you could get pumped full of lead in the food court of the mall

Theres a sniper with a scope standing naked in the Gap

Right next to the homie with the boom box playing rap

That’s just how I feel when we’re all around

Like you’ll go beserk at anything, the slightest sound

You’re so damn crazy about this guy you know

Its hard as hell but you gotta let go

It won’t ruin anything just give him some space

And then for other people leave a special place

So all I say is leave room for the small and weak

Chorus

Aw this ain’t nothing but a game and you are the pawn

Like a mocking bird imitating the same song

Lift up your head and get a breath of air

Spending all your time in a self-absorbed lair

We care about y’all and we’re telling you now

Gotta get your own mind and we’ll show you how

Making ties and breaking lies and coming clean

Your dirty sheen is washing away to the newfound light of day

None of that, I’m so goddamn pissed

I’ve been to hell and back I’ve had enough with this

Stick inside my head you wanna look around

What the hell’s stopping you get off the ground

Trash my ass in to the mash you love to bash it won’t last

You try so hard to be normal, but then you smoke some grass

Never ever look at you in the exact same way

Can you earn my respect again, not today

Chorus

Instrumental solo

Chorus

end

Mistakes

Try to cry but die inside - runnin' dry and down on fly meeting the lies of ties and your eyes gleam a hopeful sheen I hate to brake and make the happy fake it make it shake it take it away don't stay cant stay another day hey feel deal with the pain no gain whilstin' out again by the skin of your teeth and you try to preach to all you call and a fall from grace hit you in the face smack pack lack the point of view we once had idiots and suicide hurt you but only on the inside make your rents pay the pence and hurt lingers while

you play in 6 feet of dirt hurt them the most toast dead corpse host like life a trife don't gamble with the deadly dice

Its not that bad had never been seen worse than that back on a track to the past wallow swallow grief you are like a autumn leaf once so bight light filtering through you now faded and pale life ain't so swell and all

you can think is yall burn in hell you think we made me like this its not your fault at all - all your doing is

putting the lid on the cap ignore lack a face put you in your own place ya feel bad so sad wanna hurt you g'head it wont make you mad if your that bad but its just your fault you feel this way get out dis funk we all love you we say

Johnson