there is a man with no face and a name i don t remember lives in a house in the middle of the woods and he said once son don t you laugh out loud for they are listening oh they are listening oh you ve got to be strong oh you ve got to keep holding on now it s just a matter of time they provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will paint on the insides of your eyelids can you possibly see anything you want to see no hell no there s nothing wrong with the way i see and he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war he wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for that s the way it s going to have to be my friend that s the way it s going to have to be my friend i passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday singing yada yada yada and tomorrow it ll end and i never thought i d live to see another sunny day but i m here and i fear i ll be here until the end so watch your mouth or you re going to make a grave mistake hold your tongue or you re going to catch a bullet in the head watch your mouth or you re going to make a grave mistake don t die for anything less than the best of life the things they said went to your head but you never tried to understand what they take you will never take back cuz they take what they take what they can cause they can from you you follow me and you follow me but you never ask why and i wonder what you re under could this be another piece of the i don t care i just do what they say because they say what to do in a matter of fact way but don t stop because you might get burned and you might just learn to stand on your own two feet and i think that it s neat how you learn to repeat everything that you hear in the street so well learn to repeat everything that you hear so well you learn to repeat everything that you hear so well oh and everyone was resting because they thought it was the end and even if it wasn t they decided to pretend and somewhere in the distance i could hear him whispering you can fight all you want they will win in the end so sometimes in the evening when i m lying in my bed i am taken to the forest to that isolated shed and i wake with his words resonating in my head and i can t stop thinking about the gist of what he said so watch your mouth or you re going to make a grave mistake hold your tongue or you re going to catch a bullet in the head watch your mouth or you re going to make a grave mistake don t die for anything less than the best of everyone settles for the rest not the best of i will die for no less than the best of life
['modern ska punk', 'punk', 'ska', 'ska punk', 'skate punk']