• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• When The Drums Kick In - Jazz June
• Over Over - Jazz June
• Nothing - Jazz June
• Get on the bus - Jazz June
• Fight Like Sinatra - Jazz June
• Excerpt - Jazz June
• Drop The Bomb - Jazz June
• Burn In Hell - Jazz June
• Bullets In The Backpocket - Jazz June
• We've Got Your Situation - Jazz June
• Viva La Speed Metal - Jazz June
• The Scars To Prove It - Jazz June
• The Medicine - Jazz June
• Signal - Jazz June

When the drums kick in
And the bass starts rumbling
Low like a train
When the shit kicks in and the
Microphone's on fire
And your insides just got smoked
You wanna make a bet
But it's the money you already spent
When the change takes charge and
The music is brighter and closer
To who we are
This sound drowns slowly
It's symbiotic
It calls attention to the tornaquet
That was wrapped around your head
So take those headphones and put
Them on just put them right on
It pulls you slowly to the music

we're standing in line again waiting for new lines again
and when this cast is gone we'll be waiting for new lives
new lives to demolish
the tracks are pulling from the wall
so just rush, rush to keep the sunlight out
and cower to dark corners where we can't see the ice that
melts
so spend your own time feeling down feeling down on
yourself
cause isn't it just easier to fool, fool your friends and
yourself
then to reset, to reset to reset te hinge on the door

i'm the one
who likes to stay up late in the cafe
and i'm the onewho needs quiet for the night
beat up-broken down
i'm the one

A great way of making bad impressions
And honestly i have no idea how long it will take to get
your head together
take to get youthoughts together
A little something more
Than what you bargained for
So let's share hands and drink this night to tears
We can contemplate tomorrow but for now we have this
glass
Those thoughts will come tomorrow
but who says wedon't already gave the answers

Answer the question: is it easy?
To come down and wipe the grease right from your eyes
Down the building spi a spitting smile off the gleam on
your teeth
Knees bent at angles; Is it easy?
To come down from upside down
My bottoms brokenCan I push off your hand?
Saw your smile dying
Get what you can
before it's over
Look it right between the eyes

Drank too much
Thursday night at sundown
Can't drink enough
to make the world look right
So I put it down
Sunday night at sunddown
Damn I hope I don't end up like the jerk next door
Excuse me sir
would you like to it down with me?
We'll watch the tide roll by
and we'll watch it spit out sentences

Drop The Bomb, start the fire and light the fuse
The pedal's to the floor
I'm just searching for something new
A simple truth just to make a difference
The dragging smile just got dragged out
The pedal's to the floor and we've got nothing to lose
A new anthem which once knew nothing now knows everything
So you're convinced now that I'm nothing
Well isn't that enlightening
So convinced now that I'm nothing
Well I hope it doesn't hurt when I wipe that smile off
your face
That stupid smile off your face
Nothing goes unsaid this time
The pedal's to the floor

The criminals are all lined up
And she's breakin' up, but all your friends were too
selfish to care
We need a little oxygen, enough to make a scene
To keep things quiet when we should have shared out loud
It's another new sunday
So won't you promise me not to lie
We hid beneath those quotes, but truer words were never
spoken
To keep things quiet when we should have shared out loud
We all watch through rearview mirrors - isn't it easier

We tried and failed
We tried and we failed
So what's the next stop; what's the next one open
It's only decided by open eyes
It's only decided by the bullets in my backpocket
So who put the dial onto stop the motion
It's always heavy coats and heavy bags
The barrel's full; the barrel's full; pull the trigger
And steal away, steal away
But we accept the insults
And lie like its ok
They've already stolen your brothers and sisters
The odds are agianst you; the numbers all set
But these are the days the past didn't make history
So pack up your bag and say fuck it
It's been such a long time since I've seen your ugly face
And to tell you the truth, I don't think I've missed it

curtains closing on dead affairs
don't buy the papers, this all already happened before
priests have stolen the paper work
cops are crying they never heard about this before
the office opens at 7am
we'll be waiting with knives and broken bottles in hand
to poke some holes in your story
you could have made a better liar if your prints were
never published before
i've got one question now woman "who is it that you
really love?"
we've got your situation now woman and who is it that you
really love

The marbles rolled off the table
and made a crack in the grass
We all thought there was nothing inside the sphere
As antiguated as it may seem what goes around comes
around
and entertains what we've thought in the past
In his fingertips is something like a shining star
and whne you pick up the pieces, well, all you'll find is
what's left
Something outshined in the guise of coincidence
and is for sure?
Who's really sure of anythign?
So let's dance in ideas
and make nothing seem impossible
Because who wants to know all the answers when we can
sing and it's enough
Cause when you pick up the pieces, well, all you'll find

Maybe you wanted to break and bend
Maybe you wanted the knot out of your chest
You've got the scars to prove it
Maybe that's all that you have left
Maybe it's all that you needed
It doesn't matter because it's all that you are gonna get
Tkae a look at the face in the mirror
Myabe it's all that you have left
It takes time
And what your gonna find out
The things we love most are the things that we take for
granted
And what you'll find
and what you hear
inside the purest thought
And what you might find out and see
the rest is all just talk

Speaking the worlds worth of insignificance
Guess I should have left left-alone unsaid
Cause it's been cold
Cold as forever
On this forever afternoon
When a pink drop is already too loud
Charcoal has erased the ceiling
I guess the burn has settled somewhere past the city
Lights they burn in fever yellows
Guess I should have left the questions left unsaid
The medicines a simple answer to rely on
So I fucked up but I'm getting on with my life
It feels like there's a point to everything
The summer holds the nails to kill the questions

lay labels like telegrams
to un-shocked radios
but signals go unscrambled as usual
static and columns keep cars spiraled
like hurricanes as one