rides around in a limousine, dines out and eats cuisine
black painted fingernails, goes to opera but always bails,
wears a pearl in each ear, hangs with friends and skulls their beer
she gets around in formal wear, but never bothers to do her hair
she drinks coffee instead of tea, and doesnt wipe after shes had a pee. rarely ever takes a bath, just give her a bong to make her laugh
she doesnt care what people think, she just wants to get ripped and listen to blink.
posh is what she is, punks how she lives life.
shes hardcore posh and loves to go in the mosh.
ive never met a girl as punk as her,
and never seen a girl more posh im sure.
her mothers name is katherine, her old mans name is tom.
shes so fuckin' posh shes the bomb
shes so hardcore posh
shes not a harlot but she loves Good Charlotte
shes so harcore posh
i love her messed up hair, and all her formal wear.
but the laughs are neverending,
no drugs, no booze, no guys
just the stories you keep sending
Do you think you know what you want?
Because we don't think you do
Even your imaginary friend
thinks you're crazy too
Perhaps you live on St. Kilda streets
and you don't wanna come out and say
well everyone has their ups and down
so i guess we think thats OK
but the music that you listen to
it breeds a really jock style
the last person you want to talk to
is that freak David Lyle
Well I'm not really sure how you
GOT! THIS! WAY!
You say you'll get help tommorow but
NOT! TO! DAY!
Sun is always shining on the other side
OF! THE GATE!
I'm sorry we don't know how to
FIX! YOU! KATE!
Some of us are born this way
but for you its a recurring theme
and sometimes I don't understand
how you can be part of the team
don't know what you talk about
but try hard to get your ways
you're not just an average person
who can normal live their days.
crying to me I'm dying slowly
but with all my friends I'm still lonely,
and theres no-one here to get me to the end...
Trying to see through something as solid as gold
As I cry longer my tears are getting old
My stomach is churning, face is burning
What I thought could be true
Was surely not you
Pain shooting through my eyes and ears
I know this fallout could last years
Keep pulling me down until my legs break
Then turn round and ask me how much more I can take
I knew this bitter argument would bring us down into the ground but my openness dissapears just when you're around...
Don't know if I can take any more, my words are turning to a bore but I'll try to hold back on thought, just for one more day.
I'm sick of being stoned by you and all your friends
Your words hurt so much I dunno when this hell ends
Why lie to you when I know I don't have to
Why swallow guilt when I know I can't get through
I ask for too much I know I can't help it
But where to begin just turn over and fit?
Keep pulling me down until my legs break
Then turn round and ask me how much more I can take.
Nothing left to bother me today
To say whats on my mind would hold me in a bind I
can't let this trouble me at all
So keep your secrets bottled up and don't let them hear a word (You say)
If you came out and told the truth they'd think that its absurd
You don't wanna break the silence here or now...
Cause I think its best for you and me if we
Keep a secret for eternity, please don't ever hold back on lies
It's a never ending mess, don't say what you think is best
or they will hold it against you for eternity
This can't go on forever just learn to say whats clever
I know we can work this out tonight
Not a rattle from the gate we're bound to this hopeless fate
so we have to act on our false truth