Latin For Truth - Alabama Softcore Lyrics

You 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?