Everything gives me cancer,
every day the process is getting faster,
and when i stop to wonder why,
i think about altadena skies,
altadena skies
While i don't feel that i'm to blame,
i don't feel that i want the world to stay the same,
and if you think your life is grand,
i've got news for you my friend,
there's more to life than staying content
Everything gives me an ulcer,
one says ghetto,
one says culture,
everything has its place,
they saved me a spot right here in the waist,
right here in the waist
While i don't feel that i'm to blame,
i don't feel that i want the world to stay the same,
and if you think your life is grand,
i've got news for you my friend,
there's more to life than staying content
My lungs are daily filled with mission street,
the smell of exhaust and visions of defeat,
i took three showers today,
but the smell wouldn't go away,
so i turned on the radio and drifted away,
i drifted away to a better place,
drifted away to a better place
While i don't feel that i'm to blame,
i don't feel that i want the world to stay the same,
and if you think your life is grand,
i've got news for you my friend,
there's more to life than staying content, content, content
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower