Songtext (just once) let's do something different von Boys Night Out

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Make yourself sick

2003

(just once) let's do something different

I've got these scars that I'm hiding from times that I should have died and,
I drink to remember them all.
But it's the ones I've inflicted, that keep me addicted,
And keep you admitted... there's faults.
So don't expect this to let up now get set up for the setup,
Just put up or shut up, or don't call.
(Sister, everything is softer)
Somethings should stay safely stashed away
(Yea, Brother)
You better bring your baseball bat or better,
Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much
Conflicted turn signals were dead
A bold cry, pink and blinking red
The answer that's been written since day one
The ride through wind in the recoil
Just then entrenched in the topsoil
An impulse still searching for the gun
Faster feet fly to the floormat
The tanktop left with the top back
Brakelights flooded out by the sun
(Sister, everything is softer)
Somethings are kept safer stashed away.
(Yea, Brother)
You better bring a baseball bat or better,
Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much
I suffered through my potential, and didn't come back with anything substantial
I'm sorry, but I need saving... this horror, the perfect ending...
(JUST ONCE)
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much

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I've got these scars that I'm hiding from times that I should have died and,
I drink to remember them all. 
But it's the ones I've inflicted, that keep me addicted, 
And keep you admitted... there's faults. 
So don't expect this to let up now get set up for the setup, 
Just put up or shut up, or don't call.
(Sister, everything is softer) 
Somethings should stay safely stashed away
(Yea, Brother) 
You better bring your baseball bat or better, 
Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much
Conflicted turn signals were dead
A bold cry, pink and blinking red
The answer that's been written since day one
The ride through wind in the recoil
Just then entrenched in the topsoil
An impulse still searching for the gun
Faster feet fly to the floormat
The tanktop left with the top back
Brakelights flooded out by the sun
(Sister, everything is softer) 
Somethings are kept safer stashed away. 
(Yea, Brother) 
You better bring a baseball bat or better, 
Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much
I suffered through my potential, and didn't come back with anything substantial
I'm sorry, but I need saving... this horror, the perfect ending...
(JUST ONCE)
So just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too much
Just once, let's do something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much