I’m only trying to make my youth more…
… Rememberable than my parents did before
But I’m afraid there’s a break in the processus
I’m afraid we all are in the Crapoduc
Ignoring we’re safe from the wheels of their trucks

Things that don’t kill you make you even stronger
But the point of start was eleventh September (bullshit !!!)
September (bullshit !!!)

Where is the point when it’s a three-piece over a dozen ?
What are the words that bend the big boys down ?

Toad you are, bull you wanna be
Don’t be jealous ’cause they can’t enter in (the secure area)
Locked up in this tube with so many assholes
Don’t let the panic win, remind me of the Dude’s words

I said things that don’t kill you shall make you even stronger
But the point of start was eleventh September (bullshit !!!)
September (bullshit !!!)

Don’t take me back
To America under attack
Don’t take me back

I’ve got some habits that I should kill
But I won’t cross over
The border of the state I’m in
Yeah that’s for sure
I’ve got some habits that I should kill
But The End is near

But if I had learnt all the punkers’ rules of life
I would not care ’bout that
Writing empty songs ’bout what ?
Two similar arrows down
And the World Trade Center’s blown

Don’t take me back
To America under attack
Don’t take me back

It never depends on what you say
No matter, shit happens everyday
And as I start to lose control
I rely on my madness and then reach my goal

I’m watching hardcore sex stuff
On my computer screen
Crashing operating systems
As fast as I drink
I can open a bottle without breaking my teeth
Which system should I start with ?!

It never depends on what you say
No matter, shit happens everyday
And as I start to lose control
I rely on my madness and then reach my goal

I pay you all the respect you need
And I make sure you don’t get more
Can see my bones under my skin
I spit all white, it’s hardcore
But tell me which…
System…
Should I start with ?

Not so zen
You’re a citizen
Of my right brain town
It’s not so artistic

Call me lefty my friend
I bet you wish I had no doubt
It’s dogs and cats around here
And Mr G. draws down the bounds
Nothing else has been said
Except “Orleans is dead”

Not so zen
You’re a citizen
Of my right brain town
It’s not so artistic

Let’s win some fight
Just like on stage
But shite
Bad mistake, dumb error

Well I was saying I cut my hair
Gave away the hard rock t-shirts I used to wear
I’m fashionable now…
We’re entering the new BonJovi era
Seventh song of “Kid A”

Let’s win some fight
Just like on stage
But shite
No mistake, no error

Let’s… Win… Some… Kinda fight
Let’s… Sing… The best song we’ve ever had

All this time
Hurting people and making no sound

Unveiling a brand new style
(About two years ago)
Baggy trousers and skateboard shoes
Since their name means “surfin’ on nothing”
Well, Nada Surf could be your cure
You make me laugh

All this time
Hurting people and making no sound