Vanity's her only charity
And she makes donations at the Tiffany's,
Life is hard without a credit card to get by, get by
She sold her dreams for security
To a man that now she hardly ever sees
With a cold martini in her hand, she don't mind, don't mind
So throw all your luxuries aside
You can't take them with you when you die
Still when I look into your
Eyes are full of dollar signs
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail, oh
If you design a plastic happiness,
Then climb the social ladder to the top my friend,
And don't forget to thank the piggy bank in the sky, so high
So throw all your luxuries aside
You can't take them with you when you die
Still when I look into your
Eyes are full of dollar signs,
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail, oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if you fail
you're too scared to try cause you might break a nail, oh
-Billy Talent,
Pocketful of DreamsThere's a kid who was born and was raised in the west
There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest
Every week they would meet in the street with their friends
With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole
They would fight to the death
This time
We'll have victory
Last time
Ended in defeat
Our town
Becomes a battleground (hey)
Battleground (hey)
Battleground
West end riot (riot)
West end riot (riot)
We'll be here next saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys
You'd better not cry this time
See a bum on the street that you think you recognize
Young kid never looked so bad when he was only 4 foot high
6 o'clock running home I don't wanna be late
Another saturday of sun and war
Shared with our mates
This time
We'll have victory
Last time
Ended in defeat
Our town
Becomes a battleground (hey)
Battleground (hey)
Battleground
West end riot (riot)
West end riot (riot)
We'll be here next saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys
You'd better not cry this time
Boys will be boys playin' up
And making lots of noise
Never used to talk about the future
Never thought that we'd have to care so
West end riot!
There's a man that was born in the west workin' at a factory
There's a man from the east who now runs the whole company
How they've grown on their own, not like the kids they used to be
Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories
West end riot (riot)
West end riot (riot)
We'll be here next saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys, you'd better not cry
So listen up boys, you'd better not cry
So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time
-The Living End, West End Riot (Can't find a video for this one, but it's great)
I've told myself
So many times
Not to turn into the type
But I've found
Is it too late?
Has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it
Am I the only one?
Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?
So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there
Oh yet again
Thought I was right
But as usual
I end up
On the wrong side of the fence
Is it too late?
Has my time come?
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it
Am I the only one?
Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?
So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there
Ooh Yeah!
Understanding, more like demanding
Where do the grey skies end?
So should I stay
Or fly away
The wings that I begin to grow
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there
Will surely let me know
How far I have to go
And I'll be there
-The Living End,
Fly Away(Not as good as the album version, but it's okay)