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ou can't play a show in this town without dischord or b-down I'm tired of being angry, I need melody Kids too cool for this song and you know who you think you are Make like your scene and bake in the glory of greed Who needs clarity, get the dogs to bark My home is a stage inside my heart Telephone the press I kill with intent I'm nothing less than ten scene kids I sing with subtle clarity, a forked tongue to my "friends" Can you understand, can you comprehend? Give me incite or give me death Piss in one hand and sceam in the other, which is the safe bet? Common sense ain't so common on your team Deja vu ain't got nothing on you but you can't see The kids on stage are the kids in the crowd humming along Every voice is a house to hold the heart of every song Who needs clarity, get the dogs to bark My home is a stage inside my heart Telephone the press I kill with intent I'm nothing less than ten scene kids I sing with subtle clarity, a forked tongue to my "friends" Can you understand, can you comprehend? Give me incite or give me death Piss in one hand and sceam in the other, which is the safe bet? Aus Songtexte Mania