Basilica
You're not punk and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath, I never was one.
You don't know what I'm all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My
enemies are all too familiar. They're the ones who used to call me friend. I'm
coloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing out
your rules. One, two, three, four. Who's punk? What's the score? Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it's
green. I like her mind. She hates the scene. You're on your own. You're all
alone.
You don't know what I'm all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My
enemies are all too familiar. They're the ones who used to call me friend. I'm
coloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing out
your rules. One, two, three, four. Who's punk? What's the score? Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it's
green. I like her mind. She hates the scene. You're on your own. You're all
alone.
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Hooked on Junk
Parallel Lines
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Cadillac Dreams
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Finger On The Trigger/ 18 With A Bullet
If I could make it work in life
Spies