Punk




Waves of fear, attack in the night
Waves if revulsion, sickening sights
My heart's nearly bursting, my chest's choking tight
Waves of fear, waves of fear

Waves of fear, squat on the floor
Looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood drips from my nose, I can barely breathe
Waves of fear, I'm too scared to leave

Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear

I'm too afraid to use the phone
I'm too afraid to put the light on
I'm so afraid I've lost control
I'm suffocating without a word

Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
What's that funny noise? What's that on the floor?
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell

Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear

Songwriters: Elizabeth Fraser / Lou Reed / Robin Guthrie / Simon Raymonde
 
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How do you think it feels?
When you're speeding and lonely, come here baby
How do you think it feels?
When all you can say is if only?

If only I had a little
If only I had some change, come here baby
If only, if only, if only
How do you think it feels?
And when do you think it stops?

How do you think it feels?
When you've been up for five days, come down here mama
Hunting around always, ooohhh
'Cause you're afraid of sleeping

How do you think it feels?
To feel like a wolf and foxy
How do you think it feels?
To always make love by proxy, huh
How do you think it feels?
And when do you think it stops?
When do you think it stops?

Songwriters: Lou Reed
 


All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock
They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospital
But every time you tried to read a book
You couldn't get to page 17
'Cause you forgot, where you were
So you couldn't even read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run run run run away
Mom informed me on the phone
She didn't know what to do about dad
Took an axe and broke the table
Aren't you glad you're married
And sister, she got married on the island
And her husband takes the train
He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain
They're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away
Creedmore treated me very good
But Paine Whitney was even better
And when I flipped on PHC
I was so sad I didn't even get a letter
All of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
You choke like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run run run run away
 
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I was paying for drugs, on the internet
I was feeling invincible, with my VPN
Now a hacker's stole me credit card number
And my identity too
They're acting as me
And there's nothing I can do

Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity

So they took all me cash, straight out
Out of the bank
They even caught me on my webcam
At home, havin' a wank
I'm out of ideas on what to do
If it can happen to me, it can happen to you

Knock, knock, knock, who could that be?
I've been framed for a robbery

Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft
Identity theft (identity theft)
Identity theft (identity theft)
Identity theft (identity theft)
Identity theft (identity theft)
Identity
 
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Cool.. I'm not really familiar with much Punk, I just love Henry Rollins (more his spoken word than music but Liar and the way he performs are awesome).

I did hang around with these punk guys for a while when I was a teenager though and they used to play this band a lot. I still like them. My friends and I thought this was hilarious:

 
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