Getting Even

my watch is broken and my throat feels hoarse
my eyes are blank and my smile is forced
how can we be strong and not so weak
how did we lose to the television screen
that screams war war war war sex drugs sex
vi-vi-vi-vi-violence
die die die after this talk show
we've got you by the throat and we're never letting go
no we're never letting go
we're never letting go
we've got you by the throat
and we're never letting go
nothing is up to you it's all under control
a braindead life is your one and only goal
so when's the time for action when your time is never yours
money-caused desires discarded on the floor
i'd like to run forever
but not to be tired or tough
i'd like to just keep running
until i fall in love
in the foggy streets my time is my own
i ride my bike like i'm never coming home
one time i rode for weeks searching for gold
i'm way too young to feel so old
i'm too young to feel so old
too young to feel so old
i'm searching for gold
i'm too young to feel so old
my ears don't work after the last punk show
my beard is full of dirt
and my pants are full of holes
so burn all the knickknacks hanging on your walls
don't answer the doors when the cops get called
don't go to mass and never go to court
i'll never fall asleep
but i'll never ever ever ever get bored
because god is dead and it's starting to hail
the highway's closed and the stock market failed
i'm gonna make it now
i know i can because i'm not getting mad
no, i'm getting even
no, i'm getting even
i'm getting even
i'm not getting mad
no, i'm getting even
i'm not getting mad
i'm getting even
i'm not getting mad
no, i'm getting even