Twenty One Said Three Times Quickly Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Past ten I start to lose my sight
Six hours gone, two fisting
Try to talk but nothing comes out right
Try to make it work tomorrow
Yesterday we were barely in command
Full of dumb ideas, like children
I blinked and the world had dropped my hand
Don't let it show but I'm stumbling

Now I've lost track of the things that I once knew
I know what I want but I don't got the tools
Carry the weight upon my back
I'm killing time until the heart attack
Now that you're 21 you've got a lot to lose
Look back on better times, fuck all 'til 22
Now that you're 21

I've got no will to move ahead
Don't understand just how we got here
My memory dangles by a thread
Try to bring it back but it's fading

Shut Your Little Trap Inc. Lyrics By Dillinger Four

I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave
They were so concerned with what I deserved
They never thought about what I'd need
And I know my friends from high school
Are dropping my name because they think it's so cool
That I'm caught in a cage match run by the state
With middle-aged men whispering softly about rape
Where does this leave me, where should I go
Trapped with worse evils than I've ever known
Think of what you had seen when you were 16
Then think of me
Now I'm just a guy who's got half his time to go
If good behavior means a two-year show
Other cons are talking about me now, they call me the kid
And the judge who sent me up made a good impression
For the next election
But what the media won't say is even with my freedom
I still wouldn't be old enough to vote against him
Some nights all I could do was sit and cry
Is this what they want or do they want me to die?
If that's the case, spark up the chair, tape up my face
Kill me right here, because I can't take this living in fear
And what I'm getting out of this has never made itself clear
As a free man I've had to fight what it taught me
Paranoia and constant bigotry
A mind-set designed and provided just to hold me down
Where respect came only through intimidation
So I'm always expecting a confrontation
Aparrently this is what they call rehabilitation

Last Communion Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Weighed all the evidence and passed it on
Turned around and left it sight unseen
There was no chance, the chains held way too strong
To free the restrictions of your own beliefs

Watch the old ones
Fixed in their convictions
Steadfast in their stories
Enraptured by their glory

And at the end that's all you've got
You don't know what you are, just what you're not
Until the story's over

You are so delicate but bullet proof
A little fiction goes a long, long way
You are the first, the last and the walking truth
The black and white when everything is gray

Watch the young ones
Fixed in their convictions
Steadfast in their stories
Enraptured by their glory

Now we're shouting but the words aren't taking hold
We're playing by the rules we're fucking told
And we are just a bark without a bite
And we have chosen darkness to the light

Wait just a second it's your last chance to accept it
You thought you changed the program
But it's just like you left it
You stood against each other and the best got the best of you
You had your time and you let it die
The joke's always been on you

Two Cents Lyrics By Dillinger Four

You and your shit eating grin, enough to make me puke
You hide convictions just so others won't make fun of you
Bury your head in the sand now, I wonder was it worth it, boy
And don't you feel like a sucker? Your thoughts and actions contradict one another
Time and again you bite your lip 'til it's over
You make your values custom fit and get us nowhere
Can't stand to watch it all go down, everytime you turn around
You'll wear the shoe 'cause it fits and you know it
You're talking out your ass and it's showing
Answer to the crack of the whip and you know it
You're talking out your ass and I know it
Can't walk both sides of the line, can't be both at the same time
You've got to choose to struggle, never bury it inside
It's not enough, boy, to wait 'til the coast's clear
And then rebel from your armchair
Another face in the crowd, another kid scared to make a sound
We've got no time for you

D4=putting The F Back In Art Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Forgive me
For a second I thought we were eye to eye
My mistake
I shouldn't have faked it
And now it's cheers to a waste of time
I don't remember asking your permission
To have my own goddamn opinion
And if this is how it goes
At all of your shows
Please point me to the exit
What a circus of clowns we are
Politicians could learn some tricks here
It's hard to see past all the stars
Please point me to the beer
This routines back on the rise
Drop a name and cut it down to size
Check out my new dance
I call it the walk away

Since when did drinking at the bar
Feel like a meeting of the board
Like charlatans patting each other's back
In a tag-team sales attack
Please let me know
When they all go
Until then I'll be practicing
The walk away

Suckers Intl. Has Gone Public Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Wasn't all that long ago
When our future seemed like a massive stone
Too weak then to lift it
Maybe not the brightest bulb
But so quickly dismissed it
That if you blinked you'd have missed it
Left behind and lost the will to try
Disengaged and blamed for their mistakes

You face the world with open hands
But you were left out of their plans
You hope you fit the fucking mold
A perfect image to uphold
Stay with the plan and never stray
Or else get lost along the way
And you will fall out, fall out

There's no room for another way
And you learn that every single day
'Till you almost believe it
And they put you right there in your place
'Till you spit it back in their fucking face
Try to make you a martyr
They keep on pushing 'Till you push back harder

Branded by the ones above
As a hand that doesn't fit the glove
Your chances are wasted
All they have are some hollow rules
And a smokescreen there to keep you fooled
They're nothing without it

New Punk Fashions For The Spring Formal Lyrics By Dillinger Four

This place feels like a catalog
I wonder if your close-up has taken too long
Would you like a snapshot to send to your mother boy

I don't care
I don't want to know
It's never been a part of me
Just like a junkie fears the light of day
I wonder if it's just another role we play
Like a celebrity on minimum wage
I never understood
Never thought I should
It's never been a part of me

Still having nothing
Ain't a fucking blessing
Still it ain't a curse though
Cuz I've known worse
So I'll just keep wearing this old crown
I found on the ground

Three cheers for anything holding us down
Watch as the aesthetic over-powers the sound
Sort of like a martyr so proud of his picture
I don't want to know
Let it all go
It's never been a part of me

Your new found dream is a fucking nightmare
And I wonder if you even know
Are you ready to be Davey
To the new Goliath
Taking notes at your all-ages show
It's like the marketing department
Has finally figured out that "the pit"
Can always make more room
I'd love to sneer at the camera
For your revolution
But I just can't afford the
Fucking costume

Are you scared to go outside?
Will it cut you down to size
Where's the do or die?
It's staring you in the eye

Noble Stabbings!! Lyrics By Dillinger Four

You like to stand on the other side
Point and laugh so self-satisfied
Lines drawn so plain and clear to you
So plain and clear they distort your view
Won't be ashamed of the things I've done
Live for myself I can't march to your drum
You were lost to me long ago
Tried to get past your self righteousness
But you kept me below

I am not unforgiving
But I won't take the fall
Let the ashes surround us
I am not gonna crawl through
Broken glass and razor wire
I don't care if yesterday burns
Stoke up the fire

It's like a shot when you realize
Destroying yourself is not a compromise
Cut off your nose to spite your face
There are some things in life
That time can't erase, you know
We all choose paths that we know are wrong
And live with ourselves
When the meaning is gone
It could be you, me, anyone
But I don't need to feel another's under my thumb

In spite of the things you've done, you're left with an army of one
In spite of the things you do, there'll be no one left there with you
In spite of the things you want, you will get what you're due

Hi-pro Glow Lyrics By Dillinger Four

So you like to sing like you know everything, well I have you know I think you fucking don't
Standing up on stage acting crazy and hard
While we all saw you arriving happy in your mother's car
High and mighty, barely nineteen
What gives you the right to tell me anything?
You say you "spilled your guts" and all you got was flack
Compliment yourself and say you're never coming back
You spread word around, I heard it all over town
You say you're defying an "in-crowd" that's dying
Now you say that you've discovered what it's all about
Can't wait to grab the mic and let your "passion filter out"
Obnoxious at the shows in your brand new stylin' clothes
Yet you say you're defying, now I know that you're lying

Smells Like O.k. Soda Lyrics By Dillinger Four

Yeah they got it pretty good, find an angle and attack, man, "image is everything"
Make 'em buy it like they should, spend some money on a whim just like
Little good americans
It's the trick of imagery, enjoy yourself before the next "image of today"
But I don't like it, I don't see it that way, I don't wallow in self-pity
Or need your slogans just to fill my mind, 'cause I may not be anybody
But at least I'm not blind
Yeah, they used to pack them in like a donkey and a cart with a carrot on a stick
And the kids all bought in, but your rebellion is a myth with complacent inspiration
I used to pass him in the hall, no divine inspiration, average joe in spades, yeah
Now he's not like that at all, he's off playing "individual" just like all
of his his friends are