Video for Velvet Revolver - The Last Fight

Lyrics for Velvet Revolver - The Last Fight

Time feels like I’ve been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

[Chorus]
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the all the time
Should we decide to end the misery

Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
With the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

[Chorus]

Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
They’re afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living

[Chorus x3]

Video for Queens of the Stone Age - Sick, Sick, Sick

Lyrics for Queens of the Stone Age - Sick, Sick, Sick

Young, Dumb, don’t see a problem,
Bloodshot, Stare like a hoodlum,
Simple as this I’m in love with the risk,
I know what I’ve done, but tell me what did I miss,
So, please don’t save something,
Waste not, save nothing,
Loose the halo, No need to resist,
A lick of the lips & my grip on your hips.

Sick, Sick, Sick
Don’t resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick
Don’t resist,

First thing we succumb to,
Shall erase and undo days of unrelease,
If there’s no police,
Then race to slip into whatever fits you,
Make something, make someone,
Beg on a knee baby, baby please,
Pout your bottom lip, while crackin the whip,
You know what we want is,
Candy to cum too.

Eternal eclipse in the teeth of the risk,
The tounge is a twist in perpetual bliss ,
Forever midnight forever,

Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don’t resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don’t resist,
I’m gonna change,
I don’t wanna change,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don’t resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don’t resist

Video for Green Day - Working Class Hero

Lyrics for Green Day - Working Class Hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv,
And you think you’re so clever and you’re classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the fool on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me