Convict
"Hooray for you convict,
you're a free man!"
Queensryche - I'm American
I gotta have it, gotta drink
the high life.
I’ll buy a new suit, black
skinny necktie.
I’ll mingle with elite and
imitate
and they’ll never even get
it ’til I hit ’em.
I’ve got no fear ’cause I’ve
weathered the breakdown,
San Quentin to the edge
of the Big Town.
I’m a man of the people,
in the home of the brave,
and I’m no man’s slave.
Because I’m free,
I deserve everything I can
get.
I’m American.
I’m American.
If you voted for the man
you’re wasting time.
He’s got his fingers dipped
in everyone’s pie.
The news can’t wait to promote
all the bullshit this government
is selling.
I’ve got this plan in motion,
countdown.
Assassinate, terminate,
smack down.
There’s a war in my head
and it needs to be said.
If they think they can take
me they’re dead.
Because I’m free,
I deserve everything I can
get.
And I’ll get everything
I can get.
I’m American.
I’m American.
What do you believe in?
What are you living for?
Do you want what they’re
selling you,
another television war?
I can’t stop! I feel I gotta
have more!
That’s right, more!
I want more!
More!
Because I’m free,
I deserve everything I can
get.
I’m American.
I’m American.
Because I’m free,
And I’ll get everything
I can get.
I’m American.
I’m American.
Are you free?
You deserve everything you
can get.
I’m American.
I’m American.
Yeah I’m free,
I deserve everything I can
get.
I’m American.
I’m American
One Foot In Hell
Back streets . . . oh hell,
back where I started from
there’s not a thing . .
. but you.
When they took you, when
they took you from me and left you bleeding on that concrete floor.
One man’s obsession is another
man’s trash,
and Mary was more than a
whore.
And every day I breathe
I remember more.
I’ve become something you
wouldn’t believe!
I’ve got this number burned
in my brain,
a walking nightmare, only
slightly insane.
They tried to take my fight,
almost took my life.
They took my truth from
me.
But when they left me, they
didn’t know me, ’cause I’m like a lion that’s about to roar.
Mistakes you make, you take
to your grave.
And now I’m gonna even the
score.
And every day I live I remember
more.
I ain’t got nothing to sell,
but it’s time to pay attention,
I’m back with one foot in
hell.
I’m back.
There’s nothing left but
memories here
of something that I didn’t
begin with.
You wanted to believe in
something
until the end.
Yeah I’m like a ghost back
from the dead.
I need revenge. Gonna have
his head.
I’m gonna finish this and
X marks the spot.
I’m gonna find him give
him all that I got.
And every day I breathe
I remember more.
I ain’t coming at you with
something to sell,
but you better believe,
I’m back with one foot in
hell.
I’m back
Circles
I walk around in circles,
up all night.
I wish there was something
in my life that turned out right.
I’m waiting here for reasons
that used to be clear.
What I thought I needed
so bad was always here |
Hostage
Culture hostage.
I’m writhing in the cold
grasp of justice,
as she turns away.
Blind is she supposed to
be but,
someone took a razor to
her mask.
Rusted now the scales you
hold,
the balance tipped by the
weight of gold.
When will it end?
When will it ever end?
The judgment man holds my
fate,
as I beg forgiveness with
the
plastic smile of a candidate.
They take for granted that
I’m out of my mind and they’re wasting their time to care.
So all my reasons are damned
before they’re heard.
I’m held hostage by their
words.
What will lead us to tolerance
if we don’t question our
prejudice?
Courage is such a lonely
word,
patience, in time these
truths will be known.
Please, don’t keep looking
away.
You see fortunes are on
line, reputations at risk, and there’s fear in the hearts of all of you
that believe that you’re right,
and that’s your right.
But are you . . . right?
The judgment man holds my
fate,
as I gaze around the room,
their eyes are like knives,
could decapitate.
They take for granted that
I’m out of my mind and I’m wasting their time, don’t show, don’t show me
my fate.
Reasons are damned, can’t
understand.
If I fall to pieces they’ll
know . . .
he’s out of his mind and
he’s wasting our time, we know. As I sense my fate . . .
His reasons be damned, can’t
understand him.
. . . and now all my reasons
are damned before they’re heard. I’m held hostage by their words.
I’m a hostage
Queensryche - The Hands
When I’m lost . . . I find
a way.
I hear voices. I feel them
surround me,
pull me from the edge.
I close my eyes and . .
. .
my luck keeps holding strong,
even when the boot comes
down.
Waiting for the revolution
but there’s no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving
me again.
There’s always something
there watching out for me,
if I’m suffocating, it gives
me air.
Finally now I remember,
but where I’m going now,
I’m not sure.
Only one thing matters much
to me anymore.
I’m looking for you.
Can you imagine? You can’t
think.
You won’t find a way this
time to frighten me.
You’re running scared, now,
always looking
over your shoulder for a
place where
you don’t see my face.
But my luck keeps holding
so strong,
even with the state I’m
in.
I’m like a revolution of
one, even when I stumble I win.
Because there’s hands out
of nowhere, saving me again.
There’s always something
there, watching out for me.
When I’m suffocating, it
gives me air.
I’m like a cat with only
a few lives left
and I’m crawling through
the shadows.
Watching my back waiting
for the attack that I know is
coming . . . I feel it’s
near
Junkie's Blues
I still have questions with
no answers.
I’m alive . . . but I’m
not living.
I don’t have much time left
. . . I just know this:
I’ve lived a violent life.
I might as well be dead.
I just want to sleep . .
. forever
and forget . . .
It’s more than physical,
love unconditional.
Everything else is like
a Band-Aid.
Everything will be alright.
So you cover your bleeding
wounds,
so the dogs won’t smell
you coming.
There may be time . . .
and
. . . everything will work
out fine.
But what if it never changes?
And what if I wasn’t to
blame?
And what if it never gets
any better . . . than this?
Everything will be alright.
What if I wasn’t to blame?
And what if I could change?
Yeah, what if I could change?
Everything will work out
fine.
What if you’re only . .
. ?
What if I’m only insane?
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