| 1875 |
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line. Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time. |
Yellowcard, |
Back Home |
| 1876 |
Everybody is just a stranger, but that's the danger. |
John Mayer, |
Why Georgia |
| 1877 |
Everybody loves a man on a cliff. Some hope for heroes, most of us beg for blood. |
Dogs Eye View, |
Bulletproof And Bleeding |
| 1878 |
Everyone knows anything goes. We are the lotus kids. |
Red Hot Chili Peppers, |
Midnight |
| 1879 |
Everything free in America, for a small fee in America. |
West Side Story, |
America |
| 1880 |
Everything gives you cancer. |
Joe Jackson, |
Cancer |
| 1881 |
Everything is going in the wrong direction, the doctor wants to give me more injections. |
The Rolling Stones, |
Connection |
| 1882 |
Everything you're chasing seems to leave you empty. |
Goo Goo Dolls, |
All Eyes On Me |
| 1883 |
Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake, and everybody's so empty, and everything is so messed up. |
Puddle of Mudd, |
Blurry |
| 1884 |
Fail to see how destructive we can be. Taking without giving back til the damage can be seen. |
Staind, |
Price To Play |
| 1885 |
Fall into the single file line and complete the plans. |
Stone Temple Pilots, |
Army Ants |
| 1886 |
Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets. Babies die before their born, infected by the grief. |
Stevie Wonder, |
Village Ghetto Land |
| 1887 |
Father of mine, tell me how do you sleep with the children you abandoned. |
Everclear, |
Father Of Mine |
| 1888 |
Feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game. |
Bob Dylan, |
Hurricane |
| 1889 |
Floating in this cosmic Jacuzzi we are frogs oblivious to the water starting to boil. |
Incubus, |
Warning |
| 1890 |
For a small piece of paper it carries alot of weight. Call it lean, mean, mean green. |
O'Jays, |
For The Love Of Money |
| 1891 |
For all the fun, the damage is done, and I feel diseased. I'm down on my knees, and I need forgiveness, someone to bear witness to the goodness within. |
Depeche Mode, |
To Have And To Hold |
| 1892 |
Forgotten children, confirm a new faith. |
Slayer, |
South Of Heaven |
| 1893 |
Found a head and an arm in a garbage can. |
Guns and Roses, |
Double Talkin' Jive |
| 1894 |
Fret for your figure, and fret for your latte, and fret for you lawsuit, and fret for your hairpiece, and fret for you prozac. |
Tool, |
Aenema |