Gotta get back to the world you know
Gotta get back to the world you know
Take it or leave it from me
With time on my side
You wouldn't last for a minute,
Buddy, shut up cause you're in it.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go
Nothing to do and nowhere to go
If you complete all the tasks
What's left to do?
When you are just trying to get there
Don't forget about getting there.

There's a finishing touch
Which hasn't happened lately
Wisely and slow
Stumbling upon fast.

Fixing always only ends in disrepair
P-p-planning only sometimes works
You can see what's obvious
Or move on from there.
Who makes up the rules in your rule book?
There's chocolate that's thicker than you.

Create the revenge
And make sure that you hit your mark.
If you want it it's yours,
But replace all that you use.

You only last for a minute
Buddy, shut up cause you're in it.

Meow-meow-meow-meow
Shake the shaken.
Maybe it's time for better words.
Why don't you stand over there?
Hands to yourself.
No one likes their hands in their pockets.
There will always be monks and monkeys.

There's a finishing touch
Which hasn't happened lately.
Wisely and slow,
Stumbling upon fast.
Create the revenge
And make sure that you hit your mark.
If you want it it's yours,
But replace all that you use.

Gotta get your hands on something
You gotta get your hands on something
You gotta get your hands on something
Gotta get your hands on something.
Gotta get your hands on something.


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    General CommentFrom an absolutepunk.net post by Travis Shettel on 2.09.06:

    "hello my good friends. i have a true story to tell. on tuesday night i was riding my bike from our house in south gate towards the imperial wilmington station that is on the edge of watts. not the safest area, but i have never had any problems before. however, the stars aligned on this particular night and i found myself in the presence of four hood rats who blocked off the street so that me and frankenbike could not get through. i was only about forty feet away from the subway and the police station that sits next to it. i always give people the benefit of the doubt, but i should not have done so on this occasion. by the time i knew i should turn around they were on me. the 'talker' of the group grabs bike and says, "what you got in your pockets?" so i repond, "nothing that you are going to have." and while our convo is happening all his brosefs are putting their hands in my pocket and trying to take my bag off of my back and bike from my possession. so i hold strong and the talker says, "don't make it obvious, dont make it obvious. you dont want me to pull my knife on you." and i respond with swears and fu's and something along the lines of, "i am just trying to get to the subway and get on with my life. get your hands out of my pockets and leave me the f alone." so talker pulls the knife and one of the other hood rats pulls another knife and they have them at my neck. they didn't get my bag off, but they did get the wallet out of my back pocket. talker is still saying, "don't make it obvious," and i am still ranting about how they suck and they should leave me alone. finally a car comes by and they scurry off throwing my empty wallet into the street. they got my duckets but didn't get anything else from me. and no one got a knife in the neck either. the rest of the night i just wanted to throw down with anybody just to get out some physical anger. i have since calmed down but it was a crummy night. no more words.
    travis"
    torqon February 23, 2007   Link

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