Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
The red flag waving never meant the same,
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today,
When they live in the sins of Yesterday.

A single spark can start a spectral fire
(At the Drive-In – Quarantined)

Everything I say is free, I aint nobody’s property
The greatest thing on Earth
When you feel it running down the back of your spine you’ll know
Nobody can take what everybody owns
(Waxwing – Colour)

There’s a peacock on your shoulder, pole dancing aroung your neck
(The Blood Brothers – Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers)

Random lost souls have asked me
“What’s the future of rock ’n’ roll?”
I say “I don’t know, does it matter?”
(And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Worlds Apart)

Good things die all the time,
So God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
“Kiss me like you mean goodbye,” said the spider to the fly.
All those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.
(The Paper Chase – Said The Spider To The Fly)

Beauty’s just another word,
I’m never certain how to spell,
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery,
It never meant that much to me,
It never sent a get-well card.
(The Weakerthans – Reconstruction Site)

Ach Mist, es gibt einfach zu viele gute Lyrics auf dieser Welt.

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