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When I try to make love it turns out to be hate
If I go for a coffee I might end up drunk
And my old dreams are back to haunt me
It doesn't matter where I stay
It doesn't matter where I go, yeah
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
So sick and tired of doing, doing everything wrong
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
Right back at you!
Some say that learning by doing is the way we have to live
I haven't learned jack shit, fuck, I'm getting old
Me, I, myself are back to haunt me
It doesn't matter where I stay
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
So sick and tired of doing, doing everything wrong
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
So sick and tired of doing, doing everything wrong
Why do I always bang my head against the wall
So sick and tired of doing, doing everything wrong
All my mistakes, all my mistakes
All that you see
Right back at you!
- Album:
- Flash The Leather
- Monkeys With Guns
- Miscellaneous
- Burnout Boulevard
- Berlin Burnout
- Screwed, Blued and Tattooed
- Bigger Than Jesus
- Up Sampler 14
- Straight Flush Ghetto
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 3
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 129: January 2005
- Six Feet Down and Two Fingers Up
- Air & Style, Volume 9
- Partners in Crime, Volume 1
- Rock Hard: Dynamit, Volume 58
- Where the Bad Boys Rock
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 78
- The Next Generation
- The Horrorway E.P.
- Where the Bad Boys Rock, Volume 2