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Meno: MICHAEL SCOFIELD
Číslo väzňa: 94941
Umiestnenie: Blok A, cela 40
Zločin: Ozbrojená lúpež
Trest: 5 rokov
Možnosť podmienečného prepustenia: o 2 roky a 6 mesiacov

Záznamy:
Doterajší život a vzdelanie Michalela Scofielda vyvoláva otázku, prečo by sa muž jeho formátu dopustil zločinu, ktorý spáchal.. S čistým záznamom začal študovať na Morton East High School, neskôr promoval na Magna Cum Laude s titulom B.S. v odbore stavebníctvo a M.S v tom istom odbore na Loyolskej Univerzite v Chicagu (Loyola University of Chicago). Skôr ako sa dostal do problémov so zákonom bol zamestnaný ako stavebný inžinier v prestížnej firme Middleton, Maxwell a Schaum, sídliacej v Chicagu, štáte Illinois.

Väzeň Michael Scofield s čistým záznamom bol usvedčený z ozbrojenej lúpeže pri pokuse ukradnúť cez pol milióna dolárov z pobočky United Savings Bank, ktorá sa nachádza v centre Chicaga. Pri súdnom procese, Scofield nepredniesol nič na svoju obhajobu a žiadal odsedieť si trest v zariadení prvého stupňa blízko jeho rodného Chicaga.
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Väzeň trpí na cukrovku typu 1 a má povolené návštevy s jeho obhajkyňou, Veronicou Donovan. Väzeň má schválenú mesačnú manželskú návštevu s jeho manželkou, Nikou Volek. Tento väzeň je klasifikovaný v kategórii C a má odsúhlasené pracovať na väzenských prácach.

ALIANCE AND HORDE ROCKS!


ZA ALIANCIU A HORDU ŽIVOT POLOŽÍM!!!

˘˘Nie je dôležité ako silno vieš udrieť, život aj tak udrie silnejšie. Je však dôležité ako ranu znesieš, či sa postavíš a či pôjdeš ďalej... Nie je hanba spadnúť, ale nepostaviť sa!!

˘˘˘Nie je dôležité koľko rán za život schytáš ,ale koľko prehier vydržíš.....
-Rocky Balboa



FIST OF FURY!!!
Billie Joe Armstrong

Základné informácie
Popis umelca spevák a gitarista skupiny Green Day
Narodenie 17. február 1972 (38 rokov)
Rodeo, Kalifornia
Pôsobenie 1986-súčasnosť
Žáner/-re Punk rock
Pop punk
Alternatívny rock
New Wave
Garage rock
Vydavateľstvá Reprise Records
Lookout! Records
Adeline Records
Súvisiace
články Green Day
The Network
Pinhead Gunpowder
Foxboro Hot Tubs
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"Jesus Of Suburbia"

[Part 1]

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brats are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

[Part 3: I don't care]

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
[x4]

I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]

[Part 4: Dearly beloved]

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies

I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

G
GR
GRE
GREE
GREEN
GREEN D
GREEN DA
GREEN DAY
GREEN DAY R
GREEN DAY RO
GREEN DAY ROC
GREEN DAY ROCK
GREEN DAY ROCKS
GREEN DAY ROCKS! copy and paste if you love green day
Green Day : Homecoming Lyrics
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the states of mind is my own private suicide

Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away, I don't want to stay
Get me outta here right now
I just want to be free, is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
Right!
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here
Left me here alone and I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee, I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
(Where'd you go, go, go ,go)

Geez
I got a rock n roll band
I got a rock n roll life
I got a rock n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house
I got a rock n roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days
So get off of my case, off of my case
Off of my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feets

There time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat

The world is spinning round and round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touch ground
We're back in the Burro
And to you and me, that's Jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

Longview lyrics
Sit around and watch the tube,but nothing's on
Change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm fucking lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going BLIND!!!
And I smell like shit

Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a DOG IN HEAT
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to MY OWN CELL
And I lost the key

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going BLIND!!!
And I smell like shit

I GOT NO MOTIVATION
WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION
NO TIME FOR THE MOTIVATION
SMOKING MY INSPIRATION

Sit around and watch the phone,but no one's calling
Call me pathetic,call me WHAT YOU WILL
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one SHE'S got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're fucking lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn BORED
I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice
Bite my lip and close my eyes
I was slipping away to paradise
Some say,"Quit or I'll go BLIND."
But it's just a myth