Casey Jones

You've f****d a 100 girls And no plans to stop You've crushed a 1000 pills & always drink till you drop Well holy f*****g s**t You're such a f*****g man Ladies and gentlemen Let him take a stand You are the dead And you think you're so far ahead You'

Here we go once again riding in our shitty van Broken down in another town. Burning up, freezing cold. Fuck this shit, it's time to go only 18 hours to the show Stand up, fist up, sing loud, the crowd. It's our dance of days giving all - that we can

My dear friend The emptiness I see you carry all alone I watch you and can't help but worry what's on your mind It's eating me alive Things were fine In past times My dear friend I know it's hard as we grow old Time flies by and life starts to take i

So fucked and pathetic you sniff your own shit Drink up the piss out of your own dick Waiting to swallow a pile of your choice You smile ear to ear as the waste takes it's course Human waste what are you doing to yourself Human waste dying young Huma

Go ahead, shoot me dead There's nothing left to believe in Do you know what happens here? Fucked people with fucked minds fuck up all fucking lives When will they fucking disappear And nothing stays the same But I will be right here And things will a

I know I don't fit in I know the type you think I am Elitist of the world today Thinking there's no other way Tomorrow giving up Turning to a smoke of luck Mocking my old words, making up for lost time But I thought that you should know Still drug fr

When will you see The words I scream are reality Pure, clean and free I'm not these things, they are me Growing up and growing old Some will try to pull me down But I won't let them change my ways I will always be this free And nothing you will say W

One, Two, Three, Four... No one ever told you what life would ever really be like At twenty-five, confused, afraid of how the future could be so bright Facts of life are hard to see when all you do is to think who you'll be And living life is hard wh

driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves central station 'bout a quarter to nine, Hits river ju