| 1815 |
All the anger and the eloquence are bleeding into fear. |
Counting Crows, |
Daylight Fading |
| 1816 |
All the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. |
Oasis, |
Wonderwall |
| 1817 |
All these people come up from deep holes, pulling you down. |
The Wallflowers, |
I Wish I Felt Nothing |
| 1818 |
All we do is eliminate our future with the things we do today. Money is our incentive now, so that makes it okay. |
Blessed Union Of Souls, |
I Believe |
| 1819 |
All your purposes are gone, nothing is right and nothing is wrong. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, feel no sorrow, feel no pain. |
3 Doors Down, |
Life Of My Own |
| 1820 |
Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease? |
Coldplay, |
Clocks |
| 1821 |
America spells competition, join us in the blind ambition, get yourself a brand new motor car. |
Styx, |
Grand Illusion |
| 1822 |
Americans don't care too much for beauty. They'll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream, they'll watch dead rats wash up on the beach, and complain if they can't swim. |
Lou Reed, |
Last Great American Whale |
| 1823 |
An emotional reaction, when you see an animal being abused. Yet, unnoticed when a woman is abused in the same way. |
Napalm Death, |
The Missing Link |
| 1824 |
And it's true we are immune. When fact is fiction, and TV is reality. |
U2, |
Sunday Bloody Sunday |
| 1825 |
Annies 12 years old in 2 more years she'll be a whore, but nobody ever told her it's the wrong way. |
Sublime, |
Wrong Way |
| 1826 |
Another victim, another life, another wasted tragedy. The youth are shooting, robbing and looting violence plagues society. |
Pennywise, |
Can't Believe It |
| 1827 |
Another year has passed me by, still I look at myself and cry. |
Styx, |
Man In The Wilderness |
| 1828 |
Any kind of real change takes more time and work than changing channels on a TV set. |
Dead Kennedys, |
Chickenshit Conformist |
| 1829 |
Are we living in a land where sex and horror are the new Gods? |
Frankie Goes to Hollywood, |
Two Tribes |
| 1830 |
As I walk along the streets soaking up the acid rain, underneath the taxi cabs I hear the streets cry out in vain. |
Staind, |
Open Your Eyes |
| 1831 |
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die, the currents are deep and raging inside. |
Lou Reed, |
Video Violence |
| 1832 |
At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring, cause in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dime. |
Ice-T, |
The Hunted Child |
| 1833 |
At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow. |
Tom Petty, |
All Or Nothing |
| 1834 |
Babies having babies, Generation X with the AIDS epidemic, we ain't cool no more. |
Bone Thugs N Harmony, |
Change The World |