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The Offspring - Americana Album Lyrics
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Writer: BRYAN HOLLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Have You Ever
Falling, I'm falling
Have you ever walked through a room
But it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through
Have you ever been at someplace
Recognizing everybody's face
Until you realized that there was no one there you knew
Well I know
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling
Have you ever buried your face in your hands
Cause no one around you understands
Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be
Have you ever felt like there was more
Like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach
Well I know
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, my darkest friend is me again
Have you ever
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place
I'd like to leave the world as a better place
I'd like to think the world
Have you ever walked through a room
But it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through
Have you ever been at someplace
Recognizing everybody's face
Until you realized that there was no one there you knew
Well I know
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling
Have you ever buried your face in your hands
Cause no one around you understands
Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be
Have you ever felt like there was more
Like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach
Well I know
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, my darkest friend is me again
Have you ever
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place
I'd like to leave the world as a better place
I'd like to think the world
Writer: ANDERS BAGGE, DARYL F HALL, LAILA BAGGE, PEER ASTROM, TOM NICHOLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Staring At The Sun
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak
Well you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's cause I can't disconnect
But I won't be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun
When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me
I don't think that you relate
My will is something
That you can't confiscate
So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated
By destruction in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun
Writer: BRYAN HOLLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)
Gunter glieben glauten globen
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly for a white guy
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You know it's kind of hard just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue and he may not have style
But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabes
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly (for a white guy)
He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice, they're gonna kick his lily ass
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world loves wannabes
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Now he's gettin' a tattoo, yeah, he's gettin' ink done
He asked for a 13 but they drew a 31
Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip
But in his own mind he's the, he's the dopest trip
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabes
The world loves wannabes
Let's get some more wannabees
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly for a white guy
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You know it's kind of hard just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue and he may not have style
But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabes
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly (for a white guy)
He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice, they're gonna kick his lily ass
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world loves wannabes
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Now he's gettin' a tattoo, yeah, he's gettin' ink done
He asked for a 13 but they drew a 31
Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip
But in his own mind he's the, he's the dopest trip
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Give it to me, baby (uh huh, uh huh)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabes
The world loves wannabes
Let's get some more wannabees
Hey, hey, do that brand new thing
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
The Kids Arent Alright
When we were young, the future was so bright (whoa)
The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa)
How can one little street swallow so many lives?
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams, go
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job (whoa)
Just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide (whoa)
Brandon OD'd and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams, go
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa)
How can one little street swallow so many lives?
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams, go
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job (whoa)
Just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide (whoa)
Brandon OD'd and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams, go
Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Feelings
Feelings, nothing more than feelings
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Imagine beating on your face
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it
I wish I'd never met you
You'll make me sick again
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate on my mind
Feelings, feelings like I never liked you
Feelings like I want to kill you
Live in my heart
Feelings, feelings like I want to deck you
Feelings like I've gotta get you
Out of my life
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate's in my eyes
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, you're not very nice, go
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate's on my mind
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, get out of my life
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, get out of my life
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Imagine beating on your face
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it
I wish I'd never met you
You'll make me sick again
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate on my mind
Feelings, feelings like I never liked you
Feelings like I want to kill you
Live in my heart
Feelings, feelings like I want to deck you
Feelings like I've gotta get you
Out of my life
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate's in my eyes
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, you're not very nice, go
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, hate's on my mind
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, get out of my life
Feelings, whoa, feelings, whoa
Feelings, get out of my life
Writer: Louis Gaste, Morris Albert
Copyright: Lyrics © Editora e Importadora Musical Fermata do Brasil Ltda., Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Editora e Importadora Musical Fermata do Brasil Ltda., Peermusic Publishing
Shes Got Issues
I'm seeing this girl and she just might be out of her mind
Well, she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind
She talks about closure and that validation bit
I don't mean to be insensitive but I really hate that shit
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She thinks she's the victim, yeah
Now I know she'll feel abandoned
If I don't stay over late
And I know she's afraid to commit
But it's only our second date
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She says she's my victim
But she takes it all out on me
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
Now she talks about her ex nonstop but I don't mind
But when she calls out his name in bed, that's where I draw the line
You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone
But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy
When we're gettin' it on
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She says she's playing the victim
And taking it all out on me
Yeah, yeah
My god, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay, gonna pay
Gonna pay, gonna pay
Gonna pay, gonna pay, woo
If you think I'm controlling
Then why do you follow me around?
If you're not co-dependent
Then why do you let others drag you down?
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
Well, she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind
She talks about closure and that validation bit
I don't mean to be insensitive but I really hate that shit
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She thinks she's the victim, yeah
Now I know she'll feel abandoned
If I don't stay over late
And I know she's afraid to commit
But it's only our second date
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She says she's my victim
But she takes it all out on me
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
Now she talks about her ex nonstop but I don't mind
But when she calls out his name in bed, that's where I draw the line
You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone
But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy
When we're gettin' it on
And I said, yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay
Yeah, yeah
She says she's playing the victim
And taking it all out on me
Yeah, yeah
My god, she's got issues
And I'm gonna pay, gonna pay
Gonna pay, gonna pay
Gonna pay, gonna pay, woo
If you think I'm controlling
Then why do you follow me around?
If you're not co-dependent
Then why do you let others drag you down?
I don't know why you're messed up
I don't know why your whole life is a chore
Just do me a favor
And check your baggage at the door
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Walla Walla
One and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four and
Goodbye my friend, you messed up again
You're going to prison, you're off to the pen
You've gotten off easy so many times
I guess no one told you how to get a life
The judge wasn't lenient like he was before
You got three to five and a kick out the door
The public defender really did try
Too little, too late, you didn't get a life
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
That car looked so tempting, so easy to drive
Just like that apartment that you burglarized
You started to run but didn't get far
'Cause under your arm was a VCR
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
I'm innocent, I didn't do it
I didn't do nothing, man
This is bullshit
He just gave it to me, it-it was a present
Ho ho, not this time my friend
You'll be in lockdown by ten
I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, son
Now four walls are your twenty-four hour a day, constant companions
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
Well, I'll see ya
Have a nice life
One and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four and
One and two and three and four and
Goodbye my friend, you messed up again
You're going to prison, you're off to the pen
You've gotten off easy so many times
I guess no one told you how to get a life
The judge wasn't lenient like he was before
You got three to five and a kick out the door
The public defender really did try
Too little, too late, you didn't get a life
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
That car looked so tempting, so easy to drive
Just like that apartment that you burglarized
You started to run but didn't get far
'Cause under your arm was a VCR
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
I'm innocent, I didn't do it
I didn't do nothing, man
This is bullshit
He just gave it to me, it-it was a present
Ho ho, not this time my friend
You'll be in lockdown by ten
I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, son
Now four walls are your twenty-four hour a day, constant companions
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Folsom prison is the destination
Hey, in Walla
I'll see you in Walla Walla
Slap on the wrist? Well, not this time
In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers
Rehabilitate with all the others, oh
Well, I'll see ya
Well, I'll see ya
Have a nice life
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
The End Of The Line
When the siren's flash is gone
And we're left to carry on
All the memories are too few
When the pastor's music plays
And that casket rolls away
I could live again if you
Just stay alive for me
Please stay now, you left me here alone
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Whoa, it's the end of the line, whoa
Now that you are dead and gone
And I'm left to carry on
I could never smile 'cause you
Won't stay alive for me
Please stay now, you left me here alone
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Whoa, it's the end of the line, whoa
Finally
Your final resting day
Is without me
I weep
And think of brighter days
What about me?
You can't take back the one mistake
That still lives on after life it takes
In that one day that changed our lives
And bitter memories are left behind
You can't take back the one mistake (whoa)
That still lives on after life it takes
In that one day that changed our lives (whoa)
And bitter memories are left behind, oh yeah
Please stay now, you left me here alone (whoa)
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own (whoa)
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Please stay now, you left me here alone (whoa)
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own (whoa)
And we're left to carry on
All the memories are too few
When the pastor's music plays
And that casket rolls away
I could live again if you
Just stay alive for me
Please stay now, you left me here alone
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Whoa, it's the end of the line, whoa
Now that you are dead and gone
And I'm left to carry on
I could never smile 'cause you
Won't stay alive for me
Please stay now, you left me here alone
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Whoa, it's the end of the line, whoa
Finally
Your final resting day
Is without me
I weep
And think of brighter days
What about me?
You can't take back the one mistake
That still lives on after life it takes
In that one day that changed our lives
And bitter memories are left behind
You can't take back the one mistake (whoa)
That still lives on after life it takes
In that one day that changed our lives (whoa)
And bitter memories are left behind, oh yeah
Please stay now, you left me here alone (whoa)
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own (whoa)
Make it on my own (it's the end of the line)
Please stay now, you left me here alone (whoa)
It's the end of the line
Please stay, I can't make it on my own (whoa)
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
No Brakes
Lay awake, I don't give a shit
If I even ever wake up in the morning
Down below there's a pile of sin
Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning
Burned at the stake
Inside I'm blistering, not a whisper
Looking in you'd never know it
Miles below, I look up again
When you snap they say
Before you never show it
Someone said, it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
Fuses glow, wounds are festering
Till the wind comes up
And takes it to the last pow
Back and forth, staring at the wall
This room's a cage
I know that something's got to give now
Lay awake, I don't give a shit
If I even ever wake up in the morning
Down below there's a pile of sin
Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
No brakes, no brakes
If I even ever wake up in the morning
Down below there's a pile of sin
Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning
Burned at the stake
Inside I'm blistering, not a whisper
Looking in you'd never know it
Miles below, I look up again
When you snap they say
Before you never show it
Someone said, it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
Fuses glow, wounds are festering
Till the wind comes up
And takes it to the last pow
Back and forth, staring at the wall
This room's a cage
I know that something's got to give now
Lay awake, I don't give a shit
If I even ever wake up in the morning
Down below there's a pile of sin
Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes
Someone said it's all right
Save it now, don't say it for my sake
Someone said it's all right
Faster now, you know I've got no brakes, no brakes
No brakes, no brakes
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Why Dont You Get A Job?
My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"
She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don't you get a job
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste
I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
Why don't you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don't you get a job
Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don't come along
Every day
Let me tell you about my other friend now
My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
Writer: BRYAN HOLLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Americana
Well I'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away
Where culture's defined by the
Ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you don't fit in
It's all distorted
In Americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away
I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait
My futures determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, I just work here
My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way
My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it's all coming true
Writer: JORGE STRUZ, JUANITO OLIVA, LUIS PEREZ
Copyright: Lyrics © IRAZU PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © IRAZU PUBLISHING
Pay The Man
See the way the wind blows
Lives are intertwined
Watch the way the world goes
The man deals out our plight
Jester in the corner
Laughs without a sound
Jester in the corner
Malady abounds in our souls
In our souls, in our souls
See the way the sun sets
Twilight of this life
The man is making little bets
Playing with our lives
All that I believe now
Anything is possible
A simple explanation
For the evil in this world
And in our souls, in our souls
In our souls, in our souls
Woo-hoo, go
Come down to sorry and sable
It's always the man
It's always keeping you down
Bow down 'cause I see it before me
Shadow and light
That always keeps you running
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
Oh, shut up, you talk too much, oh no
Look at you and your struggle for freedom
But you ain't nothing
We all pay the man for living
Wouldn't it be nice for a change now to be unchained?
My life is for me now
But this is life, this is life
This is life, this is life
Pay the man (no)
Pay the man (no)
Pay the man (no)
It's the man (no, no, no)
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
Oh, shut up, you talk too much, oh no
Woo-hoo, go
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
My life is for me, oh
Lives are intertwined
Watch the way the world goes
The man deals out our plight
Jester in the corner
Laughs without a sound
Jester in the corner
Malady abounds in our souls
In our souls, in our souls
See the way the sun sets
Twilight of this life
The man is making little bets
Playing with our lives
All that I believe now
Anything is possible
A simple explanation
For the evil in this world
And in our souls, in our souls
In our souls, in our souls
Woo-hoo, go
Come down to sorry and sable
It's always the man
It's always keeping you down
Bow down 'cause I see it before me
Shadow and light
That always keeps you running
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
Oh, shut up, you talk too much, oh no
Look at you and your struggle for freedom
But you ain't nothing
We all pay the man for living
Wouldn't it be nice for a change now to be unchained?
My life is for me now
But this is life, this is life
This is life, this is life
Pay the man (no)
Pay the man (no)
Pay the man (no)
It's the man (no, no, no)
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
Oh, shut up, you talk too much, oh no
Woo-hoo, go
Oh, shut up, you talk too much
Oh, pay the man now, yeah
My life is for me, oh
Writer: Bryan Keith Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL CARLIN, LLC
Americana is the fifth studio album by American rock band the Offspring, released on November 17, 1998, by Columbia Records. Following a worldwide tour in support of Ixnay on the Hombre (1997), the band commenced work on a new album in July 1998.
Americana was a major success, debuting at number six on the US Billboard 200 and selling over 198,000 copies in its first week. It is the band's second best-selling album after their 1994 breakout, Smash, and has sold over ten million copies worldwide. Americana spawned the hit singles "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)", "Why Don't You Get a Job?" and "The Kids Aren't Alright", and was promoted with a worldwide tour and an appearance at the Woodstock '99 festival.
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The OffspringAmericana was a major success, debuting at number six on the US Billboard 200 and selling over 198,000 copies in its first week. It is the band's second best-selling album after their 1994 breakout, Smash, and has sold over ten million copies worldwide. Americana spawned the hit singles "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)", "Why Don't You Get a Job?" and "The Kids Aren't Alright", and was promoted with a worldwide tour and an appearance at the Woodstock '99 festival.
Genre(s): Punk rock, pop-punk, skate punk
Producer(s): Dave Jerden
Length: 43:37
Released: November 17th, 1998
Year: 1998