Am I to blame?
If I won't speak her name, if I won't face her grave
Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm to blame
Since you're gone, I've never felt the same
Well maybe I'm just a bad seed
Of the family
I'll get my sleep without tear-stained sheets
And I'll never come cryin' for sympathy
(street sounds; door opens and closes; sounds of baby crying and television)
Mother: that's right! that's all you do, just sit in front of the tv!
Father: hey, don't break my balls, shut up already!
Mother: you're not gonna help! I gotta deal with your kids and that loser son of yours...
Father: I work hard all day and I gotta deal with your shit! (sound of glass breaking)
Mother: what do you fuckin' think you're doing? what are you doing? !
Father: how do you like that? !
Mother: what do you think you're doing?
Father: how do you like that? !
Method Of Groove
We've got the method of groove that grabbed your attention
Now that you're aware we're gonna give you the message
My father taught me many things
Living deaf, dumb and blind will get you nothing
So listen up and hear what I have to say
It's never too late to learn in this day and age
We'll point you in a new direction
Passed down to this generation
If you've learned anything from me
(street sounds; door opens; sound of television, crying baby and mother in
Mother: yeah, sure, now you walk in! you walk in now, four o'clock! you're
One hour late for dinner! you know, the school called me today and told me
You'd been playing hooky. do you know that? who do you think you are?
Don't walk away from me! don't walk away from me!
(door opens and closes; mother's voice muffled; kid takes off coat,
Rewinds tape on answering machine.)
A little older, little wiser
With every breath I learn just a little more
And with all I've seen, I've finally made up my mind
Enough of this world
Enough blood in these eyes
So, so, so sick of this life
It's about time I realized
Release this hate from inside
From day one I could not comprehend
Was it us, was it me or was it them?
Friends will come and go as it seems
And now I have no shoulder on which to lean
Still I do not understand
You break your back for something
Well where's the fans?
River Runs Red
I got the razor at my wrist
'cause I can't resist
I've got this fever burnin' fist
That does as I wish
But when I get downtown
And see what's around
I just know there's got to be
A better place to be found
I said oh, come on baby, oh, come on
When all is said and done
I'll always be your son
But all is not forgiven
Well I'm on my knees pleading
Just 'cause I'm grown you think I don't need
Much more than what you've ever given me
So when we gonna get together
Seems there's no time for me
Through And Through
You've got that look in your eye again
It's working overtime
Worried about where I'm gonna spend my life
But it's much too late, it's much too late
Oh it's much too late to start picking fights
You said: Where ya been, where ya been
Where ya going to, where ya going to, where ya going to?
'Cause I'm right here, yeah
(street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and mother
In the kitchen)
Mother: eh, back so soon? you know, don't you have a decent pair of pants
You can put on? you look like a...a pig walking in the street! your hands,
Your face-filthy! you disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!
You repulse me. I want to throw up! (phone rings) goddamn kids!
(door opens and closes)
If you don't walk with me, I will walk alone
Hard enough to believe in myself
When I know they don't believe in me
Unwilling to change for society
I'll be who I wanna be
I wanna tear it up, tear it out
Get my aggression out
This is what we're here for, control the dance floor
Words And Music
Is there something wrong with me?
Ripping through the walls
Tearing at the doors of education
Not that it's my fault
I just can't help but sort
Through the pieces
Secluded from the whore
I focus at the board-I'm out of focus