LyricRoach

Remember the girl abused with forks, knives, and razorblades?
She finally left him, she had enough of her man's rage.

I love songs that start things off with a question. It really makes me feel as if I am part of the song. "No, I do not remember her", I would yell to Papa Roach if I were at their concert, "Please tell me about her. Did she really get sick of her mans rage? TELL ME MORE!!!" And then I would shoot myself.

Band-aids cover her scars.
She left him bloodied. Beat his ass with a bat.

Ok, stay with me on this, but what kind of retard covers their scars with band-aids? A scar is an impefection caused by some sort of skin trauma, true, but no one hides a scar under a band-aid. That would only make you look like a moron with some sort of Band-aid problem.

Face sunk like silly putty.
Y'all can sit back so I can study.

Uhhh? What just happened? I know there was some ass beating, and someone's face got sunk in like silly putty, but why are we now sitting back so Papa Roach can study? Here's my guess as to what happened.

Lead Singer: Lets write a song about some chick who has been abused and gets her revenge.

Drummer: Good idea. Let's start it out with a question, you know, to get the audience involved. {takes crack hit, and passes pipe to lead singer}

Lead Singer: Yeah, good idea. Then we'll describe her. And talk about how messed up she is, with band-aids and crap. And then she can kick her man's face in like... you know, like...

Drummer: Silly putty!

Lead Singer: Yeah! {takes crack hit}

Drummer: {Passes out}

Lead Singer: What rhymes with silly putty? {Enter: The Devil}

The Devil: Maybe now's the time in the song where you should ask the audience to sit back and relax while you take your crack hit.

Lead Singer: Yeah! You the man, Satan. {Passes out}

That's just my guess.

Destruction of the family design, and how the morals of society decline.
Essentially its beats to rhyme like grapes to wine.

Papa Roach SAT question ahead:

Grapes are to wine as beats are to "BLANK"

Papa Roach Answer: Rhyme.

I hope that you all know that that is actually wrong. The real answer is: Grapes are to wine as beats are to RYTHM. I hate when stupid people write music. There should be laws I say.

It's all right we're in love.
Can't live with or without.

This change from third person to first person is killing me! How does Papa Roach fit into all this mess, and who are they in love with? It better not be me, that's all I'm saying.

From here on the song goes from poorly focused drivel to an unfocused lyrical fecal. It's a subtle change.

See, she can't live with him and can't live without him.
Stress got her down, she needs to deal with her problems.

"Hey Papa Roach, Yes, I see what you mean! She can't live with our without him. It's like that U2 song.", I would yell if I was at their concert, "I feel the same way about whole milk! But I'm kinna getting bored of this woman and her life, so could you maybe talk about how you smoke "the pot" in your next line? Try to make it totally out of context!"

While the drama gets deeper, I puff on the reefer.
She took the last step and sent his ass to the reaper.

"Thank you!"

Chaos is what she saw in the mirror.
Scared of herself and the power that was in her.

Papa Roach is now "painting the picture" as well as broadening their audience by pointing out that, hey! This girl's UGLY!

It took over and weighed heavily on her shoulders
Militant insanity is now what controlled her.

Hmmm.... Militant insanity, eh? Insanity is a state of mind without order, right? And something that is "militant" emphasizes a high degree of order, right? So they're using what is known in the music biz as an "oxymoron." It's like saying "fat model," or "animated Al Gore," or "highly intelligent Bush." You get the idea.

It's all right we're in love.
Can't live with ot without.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. It's a freaking love fest.

Okay, here's where the song goes from being a cheesy melodrama to a sci-fi Godzilla ripoff. Notice the absence of "thought" and "consideration" as you read the following lyrics.

Kill it, before it reaches you.
Missles won't work.
It's approaching the mainland.
What if it reaches the metropolitain areas, cosmopolitain areas.

AHHH!!! GODZILLA IS ATTACKING THE CITY! And he looks like a pissed off, beaten woman!

Secure the lines, prepare for departure, calm, calm, calm.
It is big business and seems to be advancing underground.

Yes, this is a sly comment on the economy of the future; big business will serve us from Underground! Imagine: You'll have to go to a seedy neighborhood where the number one occupation is whoring yourself, and you'll have to give a secret code word to a guy named "Half-ball" in order to -- get this -- order some McDonald's fries. And you don't even WANT to know how Microsoft will operate in the future!

Because my style is underground.

Yeah, Papa Roach's style is about as underground as Disneyland.

I'm green with my mad eyes red tint.
Flee, fly, flow, rapido, rapido.

--Showing a bit of multiculturalism there. Very chic. Very hip.

She feed plentiful, electrifying the nation.
Don't you see that we are in danger.

Okay, now the beat-up girl sounds like some kind of strange Godzilla/Fertility Godess myth... Whoa... Now the "reefer" reference makes a LOT more sense.

How will we stop it.
She is attacking.

This is really a beautiful way to end wretched little song. It helps sum up a few things for us: 1. Papa Roach fears multi-syllabic words, 2. It ends in a question, kind of like the beginning (very original), and 3. Papa Roach never grew out of their 6th grade monster obsession.