("Viva La Gloria", "Welcome to Paradise", "Nice Guys Finish Last", "Basket Case", "One Of My Lies", "Letterbomb")
Hey Gloria? Are you standing close to the edge? Lookout to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of the lies
The cracks of my skin can prove As the years can testify Say your prayers and light a fire we're going to start a war Your slogan's a gun for hire It's what we waited for
Hey Gloria This is why we were on the edge The fight of our lives been drawn to this undying love
Gloria! Viva La Gloria! You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (ooohhh) Falling through broken glass that's slashing through your spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd
She... She screams in silence A sullen riot penetrating through her mind Waiting for a sign To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world That's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool Without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you
Welcome to Paradise Dear mother, Can you hear me whining? It's been three whole weeks Since that I have left your home This sudden fear has left me trembling Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own And I'm feeling so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it the slums Some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Nice guys finish last. You're running out of gas. Your sympathy will get you left behind. Sometimes you're at your best When you look the worst. Do you feel washed up Like piss going down the drain?
Pressure cooker pick my brain And tell me I'm insane. I'm so fucking happy I could cry! Every joke can have it's truth and now the joke's on you. I never knew you were such a funny guy!
Oh nice guys finish last. When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back, You might break your spine. Oh nice guys finish last. When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back, You might break your spine.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine About NOTHING and EVERYTHING all at once I am one of those Melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm CRACKING UP Am I just PARANOID? Or am I just STONED
When I was younger I thought the world circled around me But in time I realized I was wrong My immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead future It was a tragic case of my reality
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm CRACKING UP Am I just PARANOID? Or am I just STONED
Where will all the martyrs go When the virus cures itself? And where will we all go When it's too late?
And don't look back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia The St. Jimmy is a figment of Your father's rage and your mother's love Made me the idiot America
Gloria! Viva La Gloria! You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (ooohhh) Falling through broken glass that's slashing through your spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd
Gloria! Where are you Gloria? You found a home in all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins Ashes to ashes of our youth