‘Cuz you’re beautiful, just not on the inside.
O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t dream here, they didn’t scream here when no one hears.
This day anything goes. Burning bodies hanging from poles. I remember Halloween.
Don’t bide your time ‘cuz it is almost over.
I’m handing my life over to you.
Why do you still pretend that you forgot me?
There are so few we can depend on.
And everyone was sleeping. And everyone was sad. And everything was perfect. And perfect wasn’t bad.
Punk rock doesn’t necessarily have to mean chaos. Anarchy doesn’t have to mean Molotovs. These things could just as easily stand for holding the door for someone or not forgetting the things that you know deep down are right; in essence, never forget the things that society tells you to. For society is the cause of our Wants and Government of our Wickedness.
