1. |
Baby I'm a Psycho
03:07
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You been neurotic since the day that we first met
You say you love me, but I know that you’re obsessed
And now I love you in the most disgusting way
I’ve become complacent with all of your nagging
Cause baby I’m a psycho like you
And I got nothing better to do
Than sit around and take your abuse
But I’ll miss you when your gone x3
Whenever I go out you keep your tabs on me
You call up all my friends to see just where I been
You think Im having sex with everyone in town
Sometimes I wish I were so I won’t let you down
Cause baby I’m a psycho like you
And I got nothing better to do
Than sit around and take your abuse
But I’ll miss you when your gone x3
I don’t know why I like to come home to someone that I can’t stand
I don’t know how you can love someone that you could never trust
I just hope some day we can change but I know we never will
I been neurotic since the day that we first met
I never wanna see you turn out like my ex
She was obsessive and controlling just like you
It hurts me to admit my nightmare has come true
Cause baby I’m a psycho like you
And I got nothing better to do
Than sit around and take your abuse
But I’ll miss you when your gone x3
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2. |
Those Were The Days
03:14
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I remember that summer back in two thousand and three
That’s when I thought that we were friends
We would hang out all night long while everyone was sleeping
Deliver papers and just talk…about anything
And those were the days when I felt close to you
And those were the days that I want back
But they’re so far gone…
I still remember everything that you taught me back then
It keeps me going ‘til this day
You told me that all my pain and suffering was fleeting
That a good man won’t be kept down… in the end
And those were the days when I felt close to you
And those were the days that I want back
But they’re so far gone…
Today you are a stranger, to me you seem so different
I don’t understand anything that you do now
Maybe tomorrow will be different than the present
I hope someday you come around… in the end
‘Cause those were the days when I felt close to you
And those were the days that I want back
But they’re so far gone…
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3. |
Mistaken
03:30
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Every starving artist in Hollywood’s talking ‘bout integrity like it’s the 70s like
it even
Matters to me why can’t they see that talent and determination don’t make for
a
Pop sensation these days all the accolades are going to the people without the
fucking brains
And if “all I had to do to make it big was suck a little dick then I’d be hanging
on the prick of of everybody in the business semen on my lips yes I just wish it
were that easy”
You think you know who you are but you’re just lying to yourself
You think you’ll be a star because you know you deserve it
More than anyone, the world it owes you so much
Maybe you’re mistaken ….maybe you’re mistaken
Bills keep stacking up in my mailbox day in day out
Maybe it’s the dreadlocks ‘cause I can’t get a job
No one will hire me no they just inspire me to demonstrate my hate and
contempt for society
And if selling myself ain’t punk rock , tell me what is ?
Should I be living at home+
Hooked on methadone?
Dying my hair blue, piercing my nose?
Sipping on coffee, writing bad poetry about the foreign policy?
Screaming for the anarchy that’s never gonna come
Just blame it on everyone except myself
You think you know who you are but you’re just lying to yourself
You think you’ll be a star because you know you deserve it
More than anyone, the world it owes you so much
Maybe you’re mistaken ….maybe you’re mistaken
Can’t hide the way you feel inside
Can’t con a con-artist by talking jive
Like you’re some kind of anti-hero
Hear me cry………boohoo
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4. |
American Tragedy
03:38
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I'm an American tragedy
I want the world to feel sorry for me
Cuz I don't know how to take care of myself
I put the blame onto everyone else
Feel sorry for me cuz I'm miserable
Feel sorry for me cuz I'm sensitive
Feel sorry for me cuz I need you to
So I can have an excuse to fail
I'm an american tragedy
I want the comforts of fortune and fame
I want you to think that I am talented
when all I know how to do is complain
I met american tragedy
I'm a walking breathing sob story
If you need someone who can bring you down
man you can always count on me to come around
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5. |
Clueless
02:17
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Candice, I shoulda kissed you a long time ago in that cemetery
Now I will never know what kind of bitch you coulda been to me
Its plain to see you were so damn horny that night I spent in your dormitory
Sleeping right next to you but never made my move I was so boring
And every time I think about all the opportunities
That I passed up just because I was…
So Clueless and unsure about
Myself I need everything spelled out
Don’t leave things up to me
I’m sure to find a way to
Fuck it up somehow
Candice, you’ll never know my story or the time I spent in your purgatory
Its so frustrating to be kept waiting when I’m adulating over you in the dark
All my friends they keep on asking “whats gonna happen, whats gonna
happen?”
And all I can ever say is “I don’t know, maybe someday, we’ll see”
But every time I think about all the opportunities
That I passed up just because I was…
So Clueless and unsure about
Myself I need everything spelled out
Don’t leave things up to me
I’m sure to find a way to
Fuck it up somehow
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6. |
Brothers
04:27
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Bucky, did you say you’d be my friend
Brothers until the very end
I wish I knew what happened to you
Bucky, do you remember that “E”
We painted on your bedroom wall?
I thought that stood for eternity
But once again
I was wrong
‘cause you lied to me all along
And still I miss us
Hanging out
Every time I pick up my guitar
Bucky, do you hear that local band
Playing our song on the radio?
Singing “brother disarm me from my cruelty”
Bucky, I wish I could turn back time
To before you turned your back on me
I’d try to fix things before they broke
But once again
I was wrong
‘cause you lied to me all along
And still I miss us
Hanging out
Every time I pick up my guitar
Bucky, why’d you sleep with my girlfriend?
While I was out working nights for your end?
Why did you decide not to tell me?
Bucky, you made me hate myself
And I found out what a fool I am
I thought you were the one to trust
But once again
I was wrong
‘cause you lied to me all along
And still I miss us
Hanging out
Every time I pick up my guitar
EVERY TIME !
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7. |
Straight from Goler Wash
21:25
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