• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Catching On - Dynamite Boy
• Catching On - Son Volt
• Cashing In - Minor Threat
• Gashing In - Dangers

i may not be the smartest guy
but i can always smell a lie
and there is something going on
my live has tortured me at times
that's why i write these simple lines
to keep from getting too far gone
i never had the time to call it only mine
there's never a chance, i'm always in a bind
and when the day is done and the cards have been dealt
all i can say is i'm catching on
to what can tear me down
i'm catching on
to what can tear me down
i hope i never have to say
that i regret a single day
cuz life's a lesson that you're taught
i'll try to hold my head up high lift my fists up to the sky

Can't find a reason
Can't find a way
Guess it's not you and me
Only dogs have their day
Another case of words that melt
It's not a question of right
Nightmares in broad daylight
Season crash, season burn
You survive another turn
And now I'm reaching out, it's true
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me
I'm catching on to you
Took a break to get that far
Like the sound from a hundred-dollar guitar
Bought from an old catalogue
Yesterday's dust and heartache
As the pieces fall like candy when you're young
Medicine when you're old
There's no reason or rhyme
Sidestepping around
On an elevator climb
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me, I'm catching on to you
Another jail, another burned-out inside
Skeleton love left to die
Take whatever lies ahead
The good with the bad, and leave the rest
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me

How do you do, I figure we've met
My name is Ian, and I'm from Minor Threat
You know, I count on music to be a good bet
??? after every cent
(Yeah, yeah)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows
I've got some money, and I'm feeling fine
A couple of dollars, everything in time
Well you know, I'm gonna be all right
With the money I'm making off of YOU tonight
(Sucker!)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows
(You know something?)
The trouble with money, is that I want more
So let's, let's raise the price at the door
How much tonight, three dollars or four?
You know we'll make a million when we go on tour
(Yeah, that's the way I've been thinking about it)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows
(You know that's the way it is, man, it's dog-eat-dog, ha ha!)
I'm taking a walk on the yellow brick road
I only walk where the bricks are made of gold
My mind and body are the only things I've sold
I need a little money 'cause I'm getting old
(Well, that's the way it goes, isn't it? Yeah!)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows
Yeah, you don't care and we don't pose
We'll steal your money, we'll steal your shows
That's the way it is in this world...right?
Ain't that right?
Boy, you had us pegged all along...damn!
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place like home, right?
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

Clits and dicks.
Clits and dicks ruin every night.
Hudson Jeans and birth control.
Perfume and the alcohol.
Versus.
Marshall stacks and sing-along's.
Myspace, Dunks, male chauvinists.
Estrogen. Testosterone.
My hormones ruin every night.
And I've no one to blame but me, myself and I can't stand
bars, shows, or my dick.
Should have stayed in.