Ver Videos de rock

I wanna be the minority
I don’t need your authority
Down with the moral majority
‘Cause I wanna be the minority

I pledge allegiance
To the underworld
One nation underdog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung against the mold
Without a doubt, singled out
The only way I know

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep run from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now…
The only way I know

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence
Of a thousand broken hearts
“For crying out loud”
She screamed unto me
A free for all, fuck ‘em all
You are your own sight

I wanna be the minority (x4)

Take away the sensation inside
Bittersweet migraine in my head
It’s like a throbbing toothache of the mind
I can’t take this feeling anymore

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensation’s overwhelming,
Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing
So give me novacaine

Out of body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams
I get the funny feeling, that’s alright
Jimmy says it’s better than air,
I’ll tell you why

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming,
Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing,
So give me novacaine

Oh Novacaine

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming
Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright,
Tell me, Jimmy, I won’t feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine.

St. Jimmy’s comin’ down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Light on the sillohette
He’s insubordinate
Coming at you on account of wonder
1 2 3 4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide comando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I’m here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag to sell
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the hail of lights
But ain’t it worth it that we’ve been victimized

I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

You talkin’ to me?

I’ll give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY

My name is St. Jimmy I’m a son of a gun
I am the one that’s runaway out of town now
A teenage assasin exucuting some fun
In the cult of the life of crime

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

It’s comedy and tragedy
It’s St. Jimmy
And that’s my nameeeeeee.
… and don’t wear it out!

Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Runaway
From the river to the street
Find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one
The sky is falling
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You’re just a junkie
Preaching to the choir

Runaway
You lost your tranquility
To find yourself with your face in the gutter
You’re a stray for the dregs of humanity
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
Your walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace

Runaway
From the river to the street
Find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go