

No More HeroesSo what do we all do now? Who do we turn to? They're gone, don't ask me how They've all abanonded you Here yesterday and gone in a blink It boggles my mind, what I really think They put on parade what I'm scared to show Where did all our heroes go?No More Heroes
There's no more heroes Woah oh oh
The role-models that I used to cherish Down and out, they've all but perished Truth is homeless at the bus station Adults crush all imagination Nowhere to turn, mis-directed faith Is piling out at alarming rates No one knows their right from wrong And


Something MoreI wrote this poem at my Whatajob, I flip burgers, I cook fries To make some cash so I can get by Bills and joy to get me high, you live check to check? Hell, so do I. I get off at 7, it's 1 o'clock now The times goes so slow, don't ask me how I manage to force a smile through frown To the drunk bastard rednecks who inhabit this town But it ain't all bad, so don't be sad for me Hell, the best I can beSomething More
I don't fuck around when it comes to my job I make the best burgers, and get the meanest slobs Whatever they ask with the nicest smile With no reward, not even a
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Southern bells in London sing...
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"i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad, the dreams in which im dieing are the best i've ever had..."
~Gary Jules
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¤_¤ I don't realy feel like having something cliché or cute folow every post I make.
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