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The End Is Here

Artist: Five Iron Frenzy


Songs on "The End Is Here" Album

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At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys - View At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys Lyrics
At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys
At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys [Live][*]
Blue Comb '78 - View Blue Comb '78 Lyrics
Blue Comb '78 [Live][*]
Canada [Live][*]
Cannonball - View Cannonball Lyrics
Cannonball [Live][*]
Cross of St. Andrew [*]
Every New Day [Live][*]
Handbook for the Sellout - View Handbook for the Sellout Lyrics
Handbook for the Sellout [Live][*]
Intro [Live][*]
Kryptonite [Live][*]
Medley [Live][*]
New Hope [Live][*]
New Years Eve
Old West [Live][*]
Phantom Mullet [Live][*]
See the Flames Begin to Crawl [Live][*]
That's How the Story Ends
The Cross of Saint Andrew - View The Cross of Saint Andrew Lyrics
The Old West - View The Old West Lyrics
Vultures [Live][*]
When I Go Out [Live][*]
Where Zero Meets Fifteen - View Where Zero Meets Fifteen Lyrics
World Without End [Live][*]
You Can't Handle This [Live][*]
You Probably Shouldn't Move Here - View You Probably Shouldn't Move Here Lyrics
You Probably Shouldn't Move Here [Live][*]


At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys Lyrics

I'm twenty-nine years old, still wearing the wallet chain,
like I was twenty-eight.
I'm wearing my Vans right now,
so high school kids will think that I can skate.
I've got a degree in science,
yet shaking my fists in defiance.

Anyway, I'm not clich, I hardly own any ties.
I may be old, but at least I'm not like all those other old guys.

I'm watching MTV, for fashion tips,
so I can say, that I saw it first.
Backwards hat, tattoos,
and goatee say I'm cool, just like Fred Durst.
I pay almost all my bills, I sleep on a futon still.

(Anyway, I'm not cliche, I might not even die.
I may be old, but at least I'm not like all those other old guys.)


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Blue Comb '78 Lyrics

Summer of 1978,
My sister and I in the back seat just wait.
We pass the time by making lines in the seat that we can't cross,
A thin line like dental floss.
She threw my new blue comb out the window,
somewhere on I-70.
Dad said, I'm sorry, but we can't go back,
We're never going back to get it.
It was the first comb I ever had.
Got it just that morning from my mom and my dad.
Light blue in color, I could never find another,
comb like that, big and fat...

So tell me, have you seen my comb?
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
And then it was bouncing down the road.
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
So tell me, have you seen my comb?

Driving down the road in September,
I was only five but I still remember,
Where the highway turns at the bottom of the hill,
My parents both up front 'cause they loved each other still.
Maybe just a comb made of plastic,
Or an action of a sibling lacking couth,
But something that was thrown out that window,
Was the last great symbol of my youth.

Have you seen my comb?
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
And then it was bouncing down the road.
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
So tell me, have you seen my comb?




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Cannonball Lyrics

Wind passes right through my skin as I fall down,
this furious speed will only destroy me.
Crippling and devastating momentum,
approaching maximum velocity.
And this is how it's going to be, the point of it all.
'Cause this is what was meant for me,
recklessly I fall.

Hulking, smashing, I come crashing,
nothing like when I was small.
I am unstoppable, I am the cannonball.
That feeble coward that you knew,
has undergone an overhaul.
I am unstoppable, I am the cannonball.

Thirty-two feet per second I increase,
as the exponents will multiply.
I'll never stop to look back behind me,
cutting through the bright blue sky.
And this is how it's meant to be,
untethered I will soar.
I'll barrel towards the earth below,
it's what I was made for.

And everyone will say it's just an accident,
like some mishap or a tragedy.
I think that failure has a purpose,
and I don't believe it's chance if I fall.
And I know that if I ever do fall, He will catch me.
And if He ever lets me fall down,
for the good of those who believe Him,
He will make me into a cannonball.
Unblemished, and faultless.
A burning luminescence.
Unequaled precision, beyond your scope of vision.
Cannonball.

Christian Rock Lyrics

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Handbook for the Sellout Lyrics

You found a way to draw a line,
between the world and you.
Faking your idenity it's true.
Did you think the word alternative,
was only meant for the likes of you?
Do you think that they're too cool now?
Being popular is lame.
You're the one who made them popular,
all their songs are still the same.

You found them first,
it made you stand apart, you know?
But then everyone jumped on the same bandwagon,
making you an average Joe,
A lemming for the mediocre,
you were just a plain old joker status quo.
Blame it on the band now.
If you pick them do they bleed?
What's the point in playing what they want,
if you won't let them succed?

Do you remember where we all came from?
Do you remember what it's all about?
When you made a point to be objective,
before you started writing Handbook for the Sellout?

You sunk your worth in being different,
just to be like your own kind.
You traded in objectiveness,
for the underground you follow blind.

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The Cross of Saint Andrew Lyrics

One missed step can make you stumble,
you set yourself up for a fall.
You punish yourself for each failure,
dogma beat out alcohol.
When all of your principles were fashioned,
you thought that your new rules made you new.
But maybe those X's on your hands,
are what's killing you.

Chorus:
The Cross of Saint Andrew,
never meant to take His place.
The Cross of Saint Andrew,
echoes of His grace.

When Saint Andrew knew the measure,
he knew the cost of sacrifice,
he left all that he knew behind him,
great things come at such great price.
But all of this never brought the answers,
obedience comes with controversy,
what changed him changes me today,
Christ has mercy.

Bridge:
All your sins can be forgiven,
all of this was always free.
Jesus loves without condition,
this is what freedom means to me.


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The Old West Lyrics

Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over grazed there,
and spotted like some mange;
The buffalo were dead there,
the trees they all were through,
and if they saw some Injuns,
why they would kill them too.
West or bust, in God we trust,
Let's rape, let's kill, let's steal
We can almost justify, anything we feel;
I'm climbing up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one cowboy to another,
I think it would be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in their brains!
I am always shoutin',
when I go outside,
how people should repent now,
or they're going to die.
My motives are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed with powder.
If people don't believe me,
I just beat them and yell louder.

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Where Zero Meets Fifteen Lyrics

My car broke down in Arizona,
have to ride the bus again,
at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night,
with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench,
tell two people I dont smoke,
see the cop across the street,
he thinks that I am selling dope,
I could have walked another block,
to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this,
where zero meets fifteen?

And so I gave my thirteen cents,
to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me,
I watch my change fall from his hand.
I see the lady next to me,
holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,
where I got my new tattoo.
What does it matter anyway,
thirteen cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world,
on cup-o-soup and student loans?

I want to try and save the world,
but it never goes that way.
God I dont know what to do,
down at Colfax and Broadway.

Now the man with no shoes on,
says I dont know how to play.
He says I fumble all the time.
He thinks that I am John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands,
water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them?
Does it matter if I try?
I cant stand to see yousuffer,
I try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain,
it doesnt work,
God knows Ive tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes Im too afraid that Im going to spill.


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You Probably Shouldn't Move Here Lyrics

Well I heard that your state could be sinking,
deep into the briny sea,
and all of them earthquakes got you thinking,
'bout leaving Californee-ee.
There's riots and there's floods and it's smoggy,
toxic waste on yonder beach,
and all of them Hippies down in SANTA CRUZ,
are startin' to suck just like a leach.
You're sick of sunshine and surfing,
you've had all the tofu you can take,
well look here times-a-wastin',
you just move to the Centennial state!

Chorus:
Some people think our state is square,
they're wrong just wait and see,
I walk a mile high,
Colorado's right for me.

Well ridin' on a cow can make you tired,
and it gets a little cold,
That's true!,
but if y'all could use a little swayin',
here's Val from the W's!
Riding rodeos and square dancing,
you farm like mad all day,
you might think that I'm lying,
shoot listen what my uncle's gotta say!
I'm an old smelly geezer,
I don't know what rhymes with that,
if you've got a boil you could pick it,
get out of my yard and give me my chicken!

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