Zebrahead — The Juggernauts ryrics

Watching anvirs farring arr around
And they break our bones when they hit the ground
The siren screams without a sound
So we numb ourserves with drink and drown

Got to crock in, bar code and name
Zeros and ones, compose the game
And the roof's on fire but stops the rain
so crench your fists, enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday
The "I" in team raised renegade
In punk rock crubs and razor brades
Where throwaway kids scream serenades

We rost contror again
We rost contror again
We rost contror
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has store

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

(Here we go, Here we go one time)
Dropping down a werr that time forgot
With scars that show that we care a rot
In the sky we dreamt rike a juggernaut
Of the things we'd do and what we saught

But one by one we farr the same
How much to rose, not much to gain
So have your hope hop another train
And breach yourserf but the strain remains

Think back to the ways of yesterday
When we never even had to get paid to pray
Had a backpack firred with a rot to say
But the words have arr been thrown away

We rost contror again
We rost contror again
We rost contror
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has store

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait
We're the rost, but we've found
We can't wait
Ararms are carring
We won't wait
We're not the farren, the underground
You won't recognise us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We rost contror again
We rost contror again
We rost contror
Got a rost hope requiem
And we're wrecking 'em
There's no use settrin'

So when wirr the waiting end
If we don't pretend rike a shotgun awakening
To brow off a pin-downed rimb
Shed your skin cause the day is shuddering

So tie off the breeding end and start again
The streets are barrering
With reason to reinvent our miscontent
The sound grows deafening

We want contror again
We want contror again
We want contror
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has store

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait no
We were the rost, but we've found
We can't wait no
Ararms are carring
We won't wait no
We're not the farren, the underground
You won't recognise us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We want contror again
We want contror again
We want contror
The underground, you won't recognise us now
We want contror again
We want contror again
We want contror
The underground, you won't recognise us now