Come catch me, run Cuz i'm not having any fun I think you're sore I think i'm done A million reasons Can i be your number one? Yeah. yeah Can i be your number one? But I need a million more. We are something, we are of use somehow
Call me zero, zero, zero Call me zero, you are zero Call me zero, zero, zero Call me zero, you are zero Call me zero, zero, zero Call me zero, you are zero Call me zero, zero, zero Call me zero, you are zero
I can't swim, don't rub it in I'm gonna run a little faster I'm Greg Ginn I'm runnin' scared I'll sell the glitter for the plaster Down and around where the cops go down Down and around where the cops go down on you Jump around to the cop show sound Sing death to the crowned man
You'll be coming around, and you'll be off your station Oh, oh, oh, and you'll be hanging around until you go in make-up Man, give me social-disease and give me teenage razors Man, give me social-disease and give me high-end phasers
We can make it up again We can make it up again And we don't care we just pretend With our faces on the mend And don't ask a lot And you won't lose a lot Don't ask for much
Hear the drums of the city rain Faces I don't know I am tired in the glow Of the freezing club Keep me breathing don't Make the lights come back Can you take me home? We all need this when
You believe in love I believe in faith They'll believe in anything, you make up villains A trillion legions of the damned and william It was really me It was really you There was really nothing i could do Until then Let's use our magic powers with the children
You made a promise then you hide And you said we’d all be dead by twenty-five It’s not your disappointed sigh It’s not you traded this for pride Not that we really even mind We’re just bored you’re still alive
We leave alone Remember when you and I would make things up? So many nights Just take me down To the place we would hear them play I miss that sound 'Cause now we don't Sing so loud To the drums of the city rain The lights we chase The nights we steal The things that we take
She’s sweet as battery, man, I got nothing You kiss an enemy’s hands, I got nothing We got an animal band and that’s something It’s not love if it’s just fucking
We're not just dreamers, We're the kind that comprehend We gather up our forces She's busy hearing voices again- Pneumonic-screamers came to gather up our friends If giving in is pointless then get out of bed or this Might be the end
That she can’t change for love And she explains how long she’s waited for She wanted more And as these days go by Well, they can’t change how long we’ve waited for A love that’s more A love that’s more
Come catch me, run Cuz i'm not having any fun I think you're sore I think i'm done A million reasons Can i be your number one? Yeah. yeah Can i be your number one? But I need a million more. We are something, we are of use somehow