I’m just the pieces of the man i used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I’m far away from home
And i’ve been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I’ve been looking back to find
Where i went wrong
Too much love will kill you
If you can’t make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You’re headed for disaster
‘cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time
I’m just the shadow of the man i used to be
And it seems like there’s no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all i ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can’t you see that it’s impossible to choose
No there’s no making sense of it
Every way i go i’m bound to lose
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It’ll drain the power that’s in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You’re the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time
Too much love will kill you
It’ll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won’t understand why
You’d give your life, you’d sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end…
In the end.
I’m mentally retarded too
I lost my brain, and I don’t know where
Somewhere down in Kenmore square
Look mom and dad, I think this one’s OK
She’s a punk rocker, hey what can I say
So let’s get moving, the girls, so groovy
Oh yeah, she really knows where it’s at
I met her at the Rat
She cheers me up when I’m feeling blue
Looks for me and does my laundry
And here I am kissing those lips
Here I am pumping those hips
Look mom and dad, I think this one’s OK
She’s a punk rocker, hey what can I say
So let’s get moving, the girls, so groovy
Oh yeah, she really knows where it’s at
[Chorus to end]
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Load the Beerbuster in the truck
We’re going camping don’t give a fuck
About the wildlife or the trees
Fuck the birds and fuck the bees
Got a chainsaw to blaze the trail
DDT to keep the bugs away
M-16′s for hunting deer
And a keg of Bud, the king of beers
[Chorus:]
Punk rock party in the great outdoors
Lots of beer & drugs & whores
Nothing could be more hard-core
Than camping with the Quincy Punx
Diesel generator in the camp
To run the stage lights and the amps
Plus bug zapper neon lights
And groupie sluts in fishnet tights
A gallon of gas to start the fire
It’ll be some chipmunks funeral pyre
We’ll shoot ones with our BB guns
And chop em up just for fun
[Repeat Chorus]
The campsites full of broken glass
If the rangers come we’ll kick their ass
Our six-pack holders drown the ducks
But who really gives a fuck
At dawn we’ve left a blackened crater



