Альбом Less Than Jake

I used to be a stereotype;
Half alive with half open eyes,
With a one track mind,
And a flawed design.
Feeling like I was lost at sea
At only the age of 19.
Floating around in alcohol and apathy,
Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine.

And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind.

(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time)

I used to be a stereotype;
Someone you'd never recognize.
With fingers so yellow,
That they matched the yellow skies.
And there were a few things I memorized,
From all those blurry times.
Like bottles clinking under blinking signs,
And a few last words from long lost friends of mine.

And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind.

(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time...)

And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind,
Just who we left behind.

After all the fuck ups and fall downs.
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time...)
(Might not be a next time...)
(Might not be a next time...)
(There might not be a next time)

Words to live by,
We're all doing just fine...

I might as well just sleep it off.
Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed.
When I'm desperate and alone,
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.

So I'll just drive and disapprear,
And maybe if I'm lucky then by this time next year,
No one, I know, will know my name,
It's either change or go or I'll explode today.

I'll leave a note on my machine,
Unplug the phone and finish packing all of my things.
I found a photograph of me,
(And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day,
I don't even recognize my own face.
Had another break down,
And I'm falling face down.

I might as well just sleep it off.
Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed.
When I'm desperate and alone,
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.

I had to sleep it off.
The sinking feeling of always felling lost,
Has it been that long?
Six years worth of always being wrong.

I met an old friend out on the street,
Traded stories and out of date memories.
And she has a photograph of me,
It has been such a slow decay, day to day,
Did we seem much happier in those days?

(And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day,
I don't even recognize my own face.

I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.

Tonight, I'll be wiping my slate clean.
I'll be clearing out those clouded memories,
Because I don't want to keep living in the past,
And I can't stand how I always do that tonight.

Because you know I'm sick to death,
With every last regret and what I've said,
And now all that I really have left is my head,
And it's just a mess.

Tonight, I'll dance on the graves
Of all my darkest days,
And erase all the worries of all the time I wasted.
My scars will never go away,
But I'll learn not to mind them along the way...

Tonight, 'cause you know I'm sick to death,
With every last regret and what I've said,
And now all that I really have left is my head,
And it's just a mess.

Tonight, I'll be wiping my slate clean.
I'll be clearing out those clouded memories,
Because I don't want to keep living in the past,
And I can't stand how I always do that...

Tonight, I'll dance on the graves
Of all my darkest days,
And erase all the worries of all the time I wasted.
My scars will never go away,
But I'll learn not to mind then along the way.
Learn not to mind then along the way...

Right now,
I'm giving last rites to all my sleepless nights.
Right now,
I'm coming clean and I'm going on with my life.

Right now,
I'm giving last rites to all my sleepless nights.
Right now,
I'm coming clean and I'm going on with my life.

Right now,
I'm giving last rites to all my sleepless nights.
Right now,
I'm coming clean and I'm going on with my life.

Right now,
I'm coming clean and I'm going on with my life.
Right now,
I'm giving last rites to all my sleepless nights.

I rememmber every single bridge I ever jumped off blindly,
And all my boring stories keep reminding me.
'Cause in all honesty, I used to be an authority on irony.
And remebering my broken dreams, and everything that used to be around...

And it's not so complicated
To explain why these feelings faded.
Please pass some sanity, saint of mediocrity.
And keep me out of my sobriety.

14 and 23, bridge and tunnel authority,
Will keep me out of sobriety.

I say we just celebrate...
(I say we just celebrate)
And all my past mistakes and all my too little too lates.
'Cause in all honesty I used to be an authority on irony,
And remembering my broken dreams and everything that used to be around...

And did I forget to mention
That I've lost all my best intentions.
Please pass some sanity, saint of mediocrity.
And keep me out of my sobriety.

14 and 23, bridge and tunnel authority,
Will keep me out of my sobriety.

And it's not so complicated
To explain why these feelings faded.
Please pass some sanity, saint of mediocrity.
Please pass some sanity, you know it means so much to me.

14 and 23, bridge and tunnel authority,
Will keep me out of my sobriety.
(Keep me out of...) my sobriety.
My sobriety!

My lungs are aching
From the cold from being outside.
And the windows in my car
Have started to fog up.
And it's colder then I remember it ever being in Florida.

My stomach's burning
And the stereo in this car is screaming so loud.
It's 3 am
I'm just starting to wake up.
And it's darker then I remember it ever being in Florida.

The saddest song always plays
On the radio on the coldest days,
Just when I'm saying goodbye in gasoline.
It's the only way I know

My head in spinning
And this engine is humming and clicking in time.
To the pounding in my head
And this heart on my sleeve
And it's quieter then I remember.
And it can go on forever.

Do you know how many times
How many times I've counted the signs of State lines
and roads I've known.
I know, this time, feels like goodbye.

My lungs are aching
From the cold from stading outside.
And it's no surprise that we're fucked up.
But you're colder then I remember
you ever being in Florida.

This song is for everyone that said I was
Programed, hardwired, that I'd self-destruct
They'd say I was destined to always be desperate
They'd say I was destined to always fuck up
And I was voted the first one to crumble and break
I'd never have a chance, the biggest waste

But now I'm the one who's laughing last
Because you're the one that keeps looking back
You're the one that's fading away

So I say
This song is for everyone that said I was
Programed, hardwired, that I'd self-destruct
They'd say I was destined to always be desperate
They'd say I was destined to always fuck up
And I was voted the first one to crumble and break
I'd never have a chance, the biggest waste

But now I'm the one who's laughing last
Because you're the one that keeps looking back
You're the one that's fading away, fading away

looking down the barrel of a gun
all the drinks are free and your ex is gone
another day in the sun has got you all fucked up
watch out this is gonna be good
cause jay i can see it see it in your eyes
there's something wrong with that disguise
as you devised, your mind would race
to that ever so destructive fucking place

jay frenzal broke our bus
ya jay frenzal went ape shit he smashed our bus
in detroit michigan with a 2 by 4 and a shitty gin
our bus
hey fuck face you owe us 500 bucks

i heard you say your not my friend
i can't belive our friend ship didn't end when you leaned over to me and said
"... oh shit here comes your bus driver he's pissed .."
and your on his shit list,
a big red neck with a meth habit
a large closed fist thats headed your way
maybe you need a punch in the face ...jay

jay frenzal broke our bus
ya jay frenzal went ape shit he smashed our bus
in detroit michigan with a 2 by 4 and a shitty gin
our bus
hey fuck face you owe us 500 bucks

if you had all the facts, all the fictions
if you knew everything about science and all about religion
would you stand by your convictions
would you still make all the right decisions
would accept someone eles's opinions in this life

becasue is it whatever it takes to get you by?
What's the right thing to do in this crazy mixed up life?
sad or sober or strong or with closed eyes
would you still make all the right decisions
would accept someone eles's opinions in this life

cause it's all a leap of faith
from white plastic saints
to all those hard questions you have to face
every single day

if you had all the facts, all the fictions
if you knew everything about science and all about religion
would you stand by your convictions
would you still make all the right decisions
would accept someone eles's opinions in this life

cause it's all a leap of faith
from white plastic saints
to all those hard questions you have to face
every single day

i've read all the books and i still don't have all the answers
and thats fine whatever it takes to get you by

it's all a leap of faith
from white plastic saints
to all those hard questions you have to face
every single day

So it's sunrise
sober eyes
see my room spin around
crowded bars and crumbling town
I'm a mess
a monument
two clenching fists of helplessness
oblivious to all of it
situation hopeless
will all the assholes in this room
please raise your right hand

It's sunrise
sober eyes
see my room spin around
crowded bars and crumbling towns
I'm a mess
a monument
two clenching fists of helplessness
oblivious to all of it
situation hopeless
will all the assholes in this room
please raise your right hand

so i will, i'll be the one who's coming clean
with ever single thing
and all my thoughts in between
i wonder if anyone is just like me
a walking talking catastrophe
another story of dependency
i neve thought the face in the mirror would be me

hey 911 to everyone [x3]
im in a state of emergancy

like a shot, a shot without a chaser
life's in a flash it moves way to fast
the most bitter pill you've ever tasted
i wonder if anyone is just like me
a walking talking catastrophe
another story of dependency
i neve thought the face in the mirror would be me

im afraid of growing up and growing old
afriad of the past and present
and what my future might hold

hey 911 to everyone [x3]
im in a state of emergancy

hey 911 to everyone [x3]
im in a state of emergancy

So what have we really learned today
that some things are easier when we walk away
and acting normal means acting like everyone eles
and you're better of by not acting like yourself

are we buy what they're selling
do we have our eyes open
life's not a fashion statement
it takes more than good intentions

It's just prefect day in our perfect lives
just as long as we have commericals and things to hide behind
it's a life so real you only watch it
on a moive screen getting so close you can almost touch it

are we buy what they're selling
do we have our eyes open
life's not a fashion statement
it takes more than good intentions
[x2]

they never bought or sold you
they can't image and mold you
to chase something cause we think its new
thinking thats the best for you

are we buy what they're selling
do we have our eyes open
life's not a fashion statement
it takes more than good intentions
[x2]

let me tell you what the score is robots 1 humans 0

Doesn't just being in debt feel
like a long lost friend?
well just wait around cause the
desperation's kicking in,
and its already starting
to mix with one of my
best peices of fiction

and it's called i'll be getting by and i'll make
ends meet does the forty hour week have
you bent at the knees and you can't even
see that everything's kept just out of reach

ever get that funny feeling that
your future is not going to be legit,
and that for sale sign thats hanging
on your neck might as well spell defeat,
yeah its already starting to
mix with on of my best peices of fiction

and it's called i'll be getting by
and i'll make ends meet does the
forty hour week have you bent at
the knees and you can't even see
that everything's kept just out of reach

my american dream is to have i
t a little bit better than my parents
ever had it [x2]

my american dream is to have
it a little bit better than its just
a force habit

my american is to have it a little
bit better than my parents ever had it