All these thoughts running through my head, Not one can drive me over the edge. My parents never beat me, not a single scratch, I've got a pretty good life, so where's the catch? All this crime that pollutes the news, I'm yet to become a part. How about you share some of those fucking drugs? Because I'm not fucked up enough. Never been angry enough to lose my sanity, I'm way too timid to care about vanity. What about some of that angst? Is it not free? I'm willing to plea. The roof on my house is blocking the sun, If life is a game I think I just might have won. I fight to lose and always come out on top, I long in fear for the day this will stop. *Guitar solo* Life is good if you want it be, You're in control of your destiny, Why is it so hard to see? You can't complain when living free. Life is good if you want it be, (Is it still punk if I'm not fucked up?) You're in control of your destiny, (Is it still punk if I'm not fucked up?) Why is it so hard to see? (Is it still punk if I'm not fucked up?) You can't complain when living free. (Is it still punk if I'm not fucked up enough?)

What do you see when you look at your echo? A perfect portrait or an expressionist disaster? The thought that you're not good enough is one that you should let go. There's 7 billion people and not one is made of plaster. What do you see when you look into a mirror? Is it less than what you think it should be? Well I know that this is no secret, But that standard has been put there by society. The media tells us what we need to be And everyone believes that they need to get thinner. They eat up the cosmetic propaganda And promptly vomit up their dinner. But why does the media get to make the rules? Who made them the judges of us? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And there's more eyes in this world than cameras. There's no such thing as perfection Nature thrives on variation There's 7 billion living people and 7 billion types of beauty. Have you ever seen an ugly star? Perhaps you don't look close enough to tell them apart. If the stars could see us would they find our flaws Or see us as the constellation we are? A single feather is a beautiful thing, But you don't notice when it's part of a wing. So don't put yourself down through comparison. You're a perfect example of a human. What do you see when you look at your photos? Is it yourself that you're trying to channel? Or are you trying to fit into a mould, Catering to the judges of some unseen panel? Pictures in the magazines should have an asterisk. “This is only one niche, there's no need for chagrin.” There's just as many proclivities as there are people. And too fat and too thin are just media spin. They say you need a gap between your thighs, Some prefer thigh diameter to be higher You don't need a tan or washboard stomach. What some would call flaws, others desire. Their perfection changes with time So don't let it draw you in You're the one who gets to draw what you think beauty is. Have you ever seen an ugly star? Perhaps you don't look close enough to tell them apart. If the stars could see us would they find our flaws Or see us as the constellation we are? A single feather is a beautiful thing, But you don't notice when it's part of a wing. So don't put yourself down through comparison. You're a perfect example of a human. I looked up at the sun, as intimidating as it seemed, And said “You're the brightest thing I've ever seen. Your radiance is so intense it's blinding me And you'll be imprinted on my eyes even if I can shake them free” The sun replied “Don't be ridiculous, I'm ugly. I'm a million km wide, it's plain for all to see. My mass is 330,000 times that of the planet beneath your feet I'm so fat that 8 whole planets orbit me!” We find beauty in the trees And they worry not about the texture of their leaves We gaze up at the clouds And about their size, they feel no need to grieve. Why on earth would you think That nature got everything right but messed up on you? Of course there's perfection in you, And people see it even if you don't think they do. You're a perfect example of a human. You're a perfect demonstration of a human. You're a perfect manifestation of a human. You're a perfect example of a human.

James #2: You've reason to believe you have been forsaken. Your plane has hit turbulence, your lifeboat has been taken. The lost battles are adding up and you might lose the war. But it's not life that's the problem, it's your attitude I abhor. They say that clouds have a silver lining that you've missed, It's fair to say that neither of us are meteorologists. The truth behind the matter is you don't have to feel down. There are just as many reasons for you to smile as to frown. So dial back the drama and get a check on your perspective. Parallax is handy if you want to see things shine. If you can't find a spot from where things look appealing, Then it's time to take a listen to the rules that I'll assign, so... Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And be happy. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And be happy. Tiger: There's solid ground beneath this sinking sand And it's only ankle deep, So give us a smile and after a while You'll begin to see your feet. There's two sides to every coin, No one can stop you from flippin' it twice, In the end you'll see I guarantee The result's not quite what it seems. In the roadside puddle the other day I thought I saw the sky, So I lifted my head and what I saw instead Was the sun staring in my eyes. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And be happy! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And be happy! *Bass solo* Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And be happy!

Tiger: We fell for your trap, we're fighting for scraps and the war in Iraq was just another attack, For global oil spoils fuelling loyal royals from others toils till the pot overboils. They eat the poor, they're hungry for more. What are they fighting for? There's no reason for war, Still you ignore, basic human rights and your own damn law. Yeah. Aim down your sight, fight with all your might. Ever consider the 1% aren't in the right? Wrath, Greed, Pride, Gluttony and Envy, Is there not yet a sin you aren't guilty? As we continue to be crossed as you raise the cost, Soon you'll find your paradise will be lost. M-O-NEY ('Cause all you really think about) M-O-NEY (Is the money in your bank account) M-O-NEY ('Cause all you really think about) M-O-NEY (Is the money in your bank account!) A future for some but not all. Profit too small, ready for a class brawl. Roll the dice! Pay the right price! Welcome to paradise. There are always gonna people that're richer than others, But is that reason enough to sell out our brothers? You're playing a God, that doesn't even care, About the death of others or human welfare. But to your disgust, your money's built on trust, So you'll have to adjust, when your money turns to dust, You won't think it's so funny, when we have all the money, And you live in agony and witness all the poverty, I'll look you in the eye when you're by the curbside, And I'll decide you're not worth a second of my time, Hypocrisy I can't abide, but you can't hide the capitalist inside, So I spit in your face and give you change as I watch this madness die. M-O-NEY ('Cause all you really think about) M-O-NEY (Is the money in your bank account) M-O-NEY ('Cause all you really think about) M-O-NEY (Is the money in your bank account!) A future for some but not all. Profit too small, ready for a class brawl. Roll the dice! Pay the right price! Welcome to paradise. James #2: There's a toll on everything we need from day to day. If you want to feed your family then you'll have to pay. If you don't shell out for shelter you'll be on your way To finding a deity up in the sky to which you'll learn to pray. 'Cause money brings you paradise, yeah it can bring you mirth. But most of the millionaires were rolling in it from birth. Now it's holding ransom on damn near everything on this earth. So how long is it gonna be until we're finding out what a life's worth? They could put a price on every part and parcel in our lives, Charge us for the air until we're oxygen deprived. Charge us for having the gall to want to stay alive, Until we're selling our souls in a final bid to survive. Now you can swim in all your riches until you finally drown, Someday your empire's time to fall will come around. Our cheers at your downfall will indefinitely resound, And we'll surround the ground of the mound at the sound of your tower going down.

Burning lungs from liquid hell, A fate most undeserved, Button pressed and cloud unleashed, Justice somehow served. What provoked you to attack those who would just not fight back? And what exactly did you gain from causing them such pain? Broken bones and bloodied skin, The dreaded baton's curse, Reaper waves his mighty blade, How could hell be any worse? What provoked you to attack those who would just not fight back? And what exactly did you gain from causing them such pain? Pitchfork red from crowd serene, The blood it pours and yet it gleams.

Caged like a monster, by the smart, But these people, they've got no heart. You don't need a voice to feel pain, Just because you're smart don't make you sane. People stress about jobs and money, But what these creatures endure, just isn't funny. You don't need a voice to feel pain, Just because you're smart don't make you sane. You don't need a voice to feel pain, Just because you're smart don't make you sane. Don't become a part of it, don't become the blame, End this ruthless atrocity and douse this ancient flame.

See the destruction in the world, you see it every day. A child born, a mother lost - both we could have saved. In the end it's not our fight to fight what for is right. The only thing I care about is my life. I'm angry for the minute but it's hard when I'm so jaded. I can't help the fact I'm so easily placated. That's the world. World of injustice and distraction. There's so much to love and hate. World of thoughts with no action. And don't we feel great? Show me war or genocide, I'll be honestly distraught. Partly with myself, for the last time I forgot. I'll recall that I can't change a damn thing on this earth And empathy is futile in its worth. I'm angry for the minute but it's hard when I'm so jaded. I can't help the fact I'm so easily placated. That's the world. World of injustice and distraction. There's so much to love and hate. World of thoughts with no action. And don't we feel great? I'm not saying that there's a conspiracy. Soma isn't making us happy. Tv, radio and internet are innocent. It's human nature to invent. But there's a trap in these black mirrors. We're paralysed when they are near us. They distract us from the real world. In our blankets we stay curled. There's always something – to distract us. Always a pea – in our mattress. Unless someone – nuke attacked us, We'd be blind to – global factors. So raise your head; leave your bed Don't forget the things you've read. Raise your head; pull the thread. Think about the world instead. World of injustice and distraction. There's so much to love and hate. World of thoughts with no action. And don't we feel Don't we feel Don't we feel great?