If I had a scheme for everything,
It seems that I'd more content with it all,
If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts,
and my dumb dreams
I could deal with this nonstop spinning world.

If only I could say that everything's ok
take a good look
and look the other way,
frustration, hell, who needs it anyway.
I'd rather sit back,
and just smoke cigarattes.
be the one with the loudest mouth

Something's out there
and it takes me away
from a world too small
too small to stay
something's out there
yeah, something's out there
something's out there
and it takes me away
from a world too small
too small to stay
something's out there (x2)

Another day in this place so small
I'd rather be somebody else
maybe if my mind wasn't so tall
I wouldn't be able to tell
and I have walked these streets

Man its really strange
this city never stays the same
its always
I've got to keep on moving and I've got to keep on going
but maybe it's to keep itself sane
that its always
I've got to keep on going, so I don't have any feeling

So I'm on my way out of this place that has me turning numb
I'm on my way,
all the feeling in this place has up and gone

so with one hand on the wheel

There was a time when I could say it right to you
that I was never going to leave this place
but now its I was wrong
and I don't wanna fucking talk about it
cause it feels like things have changed
Yeah well I could talk, talk, talk
and say I'm wrong, wrong, wrong
but I feel I'm in a place I've never known
and it feels like there's something wrong,
something wrong, something wrong

Something's not right
Urban sprrawl, from urban blight
something's not right
when history turn into a building site
locked out, fenced up, closed down without a sound

Something's not right
when downtown is just all blinking lights
Something's not right
when strip malls and condos are at your every side

It seems I can't explain at all..
All the reasons gone, I just can't seem to shake,
What I've been brought up on!
Well it's hard to say,
And it's hard to explain,
That every thing I've knows been feeling strange.
I guess we'll always have tradition,
to fall back on!

Traditions seem to stick,
Traditions seem to stick,
Traditions seem to stick to you..
Traditions seem to stick,

He's just like anyone
he's just like anybody
he's just like Frank

and I know it
and he knows it
it's his one sided point of view

I know it when he says
it's my way, or the wrong way
and I don't care about you

but to see my side wouldn't be the worst thing he could do
when someone's politic blinds you
and binds you
to something you don't believe in
and he's just like anyone...

Well I really don't know
if it matters at all so
but we try to keep the prices low
for our records and our shows
but is that
is that enough
or is (it) that we're not punk enough
or is (it) that you think ska just sucks
[but] Johnny Quest, he thinks we're what?

Chorus:
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellin' out, [we're] sellin' out, yeah

I'm sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread,
I think I love you
This morning I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it

Right

Friday night on coke with a crowbar
Left at two in the back of Doug's car
Without a plan and feelin fucked up
Lookin for somethin, somethin to get for ourselves

Friday night at three at the sidedoor,
Doug said try to get the door just once more
I said man, this is all fucked up
Lookin for somethin, somethin to get for ourselves

Feelin kinda weird and I'm thinkin to myself (x2)

Happyman smiles almost every single day
too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze
put himself here and doesn't know what to do
no, no, no

Choked by the clock
everything they put him through
he's put himself here and he doesn't know what to do
he doesn't know what to do
no no no

I say, you say
you say its work, say its work all day, yeah yeah yeah
I say, you say

Dopeman dopeman's got another big plan
to sell it to you or anyone he can
because this is much better than minimum wage
no matter how things work he's still gonna get paid
think about it for a minute more -
it's either work at McDonalds or the corner store
a quick money fix from a deal or 2
when a decision comes down
what would you do?

you take - take a welfare state
or a dopeman's fate

Just talked to this
Girl who used to live
On my street

After all these years
You're here and you remember me.

She said her old boyfriend packed up
And headed back east but she always
Knew someday he would go she just got
A new job but doubts it will last.

so let's take a drink and never
Think here's to the past

And she says
It's so funny how life
Burns out so fast it's
Just another wasted

What the fuck
the fuck have I become
I've become the product of the sum
caught in an endless circle
I've become the stupidest man in the world
Chalk another one up to experience
y'know it doesn't make any sense
to do it all over again
and then again
then do it all over again

I've become the stupidest man
I think I'm drawing a blank again

this dizziness never seems to end
never seems to end

Which will it be? Sympathy or Apathy?
Which part of the human condition will I believe?
Tried then it's tested I've just decided
Tried then it's tested I've just decided I failed
When it all came down on that saturday night should I choose a side at 9th and
pine
can we still say we're civilized, watched some kid go down

Unless you could see inside my head,
you couldn't possibly understand
I'm happier when things are falling apart at the seems
and you'd never know just by looking at me

and I'm strung out on the future
and burnt out on the past
sometimes I'd rather just burn this place right to the ground
And y'know it just may be me
but the parking lot with all those creeps