1.Callin' To Let You Know
I'm just callin' to let you know＊
I can't wait 'til I get home
Sleep in a bed I call my own
Finally get off the telephone
I'm just callin' to let you know
I'm just callin' to let you know
I'm kind of glad I'm not at home
Sleeping on the floor ain't so bad
Give my best regards to Dad
I just wanted to call and let you know
Well another, empty, club and night
Another show, and another fight
We'll get on that bus 'cos we gotta make time
I'll call you tomorrow, we'll see you next time
Not for that night that she used to call home
I wonder if our next city will have another telephone
Just close your eyes and hear your voice say...
I'm just callin' to let you know
I'm not ready to come home
Too many problems to stop them all
I didn't have anyone else to call
I just wanted to call and let you know
Well another, empty, club and night
Another show, and another fight
We'll get on that bus 'cos we gotta make time
I'll call you tomorrow, we'll see you next time
Not for that night that she used to call home
I wonder if our next city will have another telephone
Just close your eyes and hear your voice say...
I wonder what's changed back at home
I know it's strange for me to telephone
But I'm feeling so damn depressed and all alone
So I guess when I get home there'll be all these messages
On my home
Telephone
2.Fight Song For Fuck-Ups
I didn't always pass, those tests they gave at school＊
But outside of class I learned to run fast
I learned early in, if I didn't play, then they didn't win
They didn't win
Because they labeled us losers with nothin' to lose
Labeled us failures, we had nothin' to prove
Just walked away, to find our own place
Where we belong, we can always sing along
This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups
Now everyone wants to be just like us
Cut class in half, draw lines on the map
Define class and race, but I'd still have no place
They can put me on the track, but I'm not gonna race
Because they're just runnin' laps
Just runnin' laps
From the test of adolescence under flickering florescence
Cubicle confinement, waiting for retirement
We can't achieve, in what we don't believe
So say that we're wrong, we're still gonna sing this song
This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups
Now everyone wants to be just like us
Now things aren't the same, as they used to be
My friends are getting famous, and all, and all
Those kids I used to know, well I see 'em at the shows
They mouth the words they've never heard
And when the chorus comes they go
Whoa-woah-oh-oh-oh
This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups
Now everyone wants to be just like us
3.The Kids Will Have No Say
The youth are getting restless 'cos they got no place to pace＊
They're sitting in their shopping malls and staring off into
space
They drive their parents Subarus, looking for stupid stuff to do
Lost in a wasteland, with lots of time to waste
The kids will have no say, we've got no place to play
They're gonna have to pay for the things we've done
The kids will have no say, they're gonna have to wait
Until the day that they turn 21
Remember all the fun we had, those good times being bad
Going to shows when we were growing up
Well who jumped off that balcony, and who threw their bottle at
me？
Who's out back by the dumpster throwing up？
The kids will have no say, we've got no place to play
They're gonna have to pay for the things we've done
The kids will have no say, they're gonna have to wait
Until the day that they turn 21
So I said the hell with all the stupid kids, and all the stupid
stuff they did
Until I realize it was us
Now what's this city coming to when every church and VFW
Has hosted shows, now their doors are shut
The kids will have no say, we've got no place to play
They're gonna have to pay for the things we've done
The kids will have no say, they're gonna have to wait
Until the day that they turn 21
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