no_use_for_a_name silentbob NO USE FOR A NAME is a four piece hardcore outfit based out of Sunnyvale, California. Tony and Rory formed the band in 1987, followed by a succession of lead guitarists. The current line-up with Matt Riddle on bass and Dave Nassie on guitar has broadened the band's sound while preserving their impact and power. 000917 ... silentbob Justified Black Eye She was confused and abused in this life Emotional and violent moments Seemed to take the longest time Every single knockout dragout Fight they ever had. Apologies and Dignity denied he starts to Laugh he starts to lie with Suddenly psychotic eyes. Every night she cried herself to sleep she didn't recognize Her own face in the mirror Black & blue, so afraid Intimidation like a child she Hides away he would always Try to justify what wasn't true Justified black eye Taken for granted she sleeps by The phone waiting for a call From him but it seems he's never Coming home, 14 beers later He is there without an answer Once again she questions his Lies he goes to bed with No reply Tomorrow morning different Story and he'll be a different Guy, he'll justify her black eye With another lie. She packs her bags in great temptation he's on His knees again he cries a hug & a kiss and a don't know why as a tear drops from her swollen eye Apologies until tonight and another Justified black eye DMV You're feeling really good and smart You passed your test with a high score of 93 But it doesn't really matter cause you smashed your car Time to return to the DMV. Parking tickets, too much money, fifty dollar fines Sweaty people, last one in a fifty mile line Make an appointment now if you can't drive it's time you learn Just get in the back of the line What do you get, what do I get, what do we get? Nothing in return We make better drivers and make sure the roads are safe Then how come kids are dying in car accidents everyday? We have the best facilities for learning satisfaction First they took my license and then my registration Can't stop getting tickets don't have the time or money man Now they're gonna impound my car! DMV... Born Addicted A woman sits inside a room enclosing her lungs with deadly fumes her boyfriend left a long time ago I guess he didn't know... She'd skip lamaze class every night stays at home with her mouth to the pipe a basehead in full maternity when my baby is born "It'll look just like me" NO RESPONSIBILITY THE BABY IS BORN ADDICTED DRUGGED AUTOMATICALLY THE INFANTILE LIFE IS INFLICTED EXTROVERSION HAS TAKEN HER CONTROL IT'S GIVEN NAME WAS JACK, BUT IT MIGHT AS WELL BE CRACK BORN DEAF, DUMB AND BLIND, WHAT SHE LEFT BEHIND IS ONLY LEFT TO DIE....WHY! If you take a life don't take one with you Don't pass your disease to someone else We don't have a cure to make it all better It's in your womb and connects to your mouth The front door of hell... Feeding the Fire It used to be easy to listen to people And take everything with a grain of salt But now that I'm older I still hear voices I do not wish to be involved I don't want to be involved With the incinerator anymore that lifestyle is such a bore Find the door I want to leave this place Can't take it anymore Locked in a room and The flames are burning down around me And now I see the door But I won't find a key It's kinda sad but i'll never find A better place to be I'm not feeding the fire anymore It makes me want to keep it locked inside You got the gasoline but I don't have a light I wanna hang out it's not a good time I'd rather be somewhere that I could find People that don't live off the words That are said by someone else Cause talking shit is so bad for your health Secret Father works the late shift, mother drinks herself to sleep brother's outside fiending with a match and gasoline They told her lies and gave her no hope for tomorrow and all the fairy tales just fade away the brightest day of all the one that she's been needing turns to gray The boyfriend calls her crazy, teacher bores us all to sleep and friends are in the bathroom speaking just like enemies Nobody understands her heart that's left there bleeding the dirty secret living in her mind they'll always tell you that you lit the fire you're feeding left behind Always there to make you think that you're no good there's nothing wrong with what you've done they just wanna lift you up and throw you down and make you stop when all you wanna do is run Nobody understands the shame that you've been feeling the dirty secret living in her heart it must be hard to put the pieces back together, torn apart 000917 ... wheres my john denver album I saw them forever ago. I've never been a fan of the screaming. At least for me, it takes away from whatever they're trying to say (mostly b/c I can't understand what that is). I just want to tell them to chill out, relax. we can work this out, friend. and to think, I'm only 23. I sound 65. 060223 what's it to you? who go blather from