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Suicidal Tendencies Still Cyco After All These Years

Don't you give me, give me, give me your borrowed time Don't give me, give me, give me your recycled line Who do you think you are? You must think you

I'm locked in a cage Working like a maniac, gave myself a heart attack For a job that pays minimum wage I sit and reflect about all that I've learned and all

hold For selling my soul CHORUS Too much pressure my pulse is rising My heart is pounding my head really hurts From all these things inside of me I can't take it all

gun CHORUS I'm looking forward-suicidal I'm really bored-suicidal You wanna die-suicidal Then die-suicidal At the game-suicidal Honestly-suicidal At my school-suicidal At the bar-suicidal Suicidal Suicidal Suicidal Suicidal

Sick of people, no ones real Sick of chicks, they're all bitches Sick of you, you're too hip Sick of life, it sucks Suicide's an alternative Sick of

: I'm not anti-society, society is anti-me I'm not anti-religion, religion is anti-me I'm not anti-anything, I just wanna be free Fascist state, no

: I shot Reagan, I shot Sadat I'm gonna shot you dead in heaven you'll rot You're gonna rot in heave, hear an angel's voice You're too bad for hell,

: B-1 bombers in flight Trident missiles in the air MX missiles underground Protect us till we're dead [CHORUS] Memories of tomorrow-too late for sorrow

: Tense atmosphere in the air Riot written everywhere Riot squads coming from over there Time to go home if you're square [CHORUS] Riot squad bas their