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| 1. |
| 3:10 | 
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Alright what are we doing here? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! You're workin and you already stinks like a finger, Roller Coaster lovely hair You wanna pop a bubble out you know it's only trouble cause you think that no one better can care Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends We go nothin' better to say So we make our only choices that reminded you of voices They say that nothin's really better today I wanna hide, wanna be unknown, If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own Say you got a leak you know the reason I want a bitch Said the plais room that are leaving you scared You're steady and your eye when you're tryin' seein' double And you never know the places you've been Can't see it can you hear real trip dine on air Well something's ready better than they are We couldn't tell it wanted and it almost broke my heart a situation like just a fair You can never do anything that's never been done before You can try a different style but you'll end up on the side of the floor, wasted Instead of tryin' East and wide redifinded Thinkin' of We got nothin better to say Stand out in the gutter we would call a number time and then get a feelin' go away Oh what hate, wanna be unknown, If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own Tired of my own You know we like your sisters keep it like a movie in Maine She calls at my gun and she leaves me at the bind the she's runnin' I should clear the way Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends We got nothin' better to say So we make our only choices with our minds and make our voices says that nothin's really better today You can never do anything that's never been done before You can try, a different style, but you always end up on the floor, wasted |
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| 2. |
| 4:33 |
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She played for the Angels
I played for the tribe The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded There was big money on the line Big my all the time yeah There was big money on the line I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my head alone I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin' No there were no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There weren't no points at all I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my head alone And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral and the car ran like a broken perculator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line And I heard that his brother was a viking He liked to solve a problem with a gun If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act And I hate cough syrup don't you I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter I'd like to sail a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you I know that your mother is a martyr I heard she's got connections with the mob If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup don't you I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter I like to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die And I hate cough syrup don't you I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup it's true You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup don't you I hate cough syrup it's true |
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| 3. |
| 4:57 |
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Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever present football player-rapist They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes |
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| 4. |
| 4:35 |
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When I reach into my pocket
That's where I lose control yeah There's a panther in my tree now And as you heard roar Get out of my life, get out my girlfriend Before I lose her mind Yeah our buddy gotta see you have it Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down yeah Round, Round, Round she goes When I see the fuck-offs spur here Sets me kind of on fire yeah When I seize them son of a boyfriend Gonna lose my mind Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down When I see you in my dreams now Makes me wanna turn I've seen my panther and I seen my whore now I know what's good for whores yeah Whatcha doin' girl in my dreams now Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah Hey there now better watch that sound everybody look what was going down yeah |
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| 5. |
| 2:34 |
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Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever fall in love with a lie Ever felt a gun for the trigger Ever fell so fast you could die Got to be at least 500 inches Cubic inches never certifited by law Ever had a feeling of pleasure Ever felt your eyes get shot ever fall into the trunk yeah So fast head over your balls Got to be at least 500 inches Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law Ever fall in love with a Chevy Ever fall in love with a Ford Ever felt the torque of a hemmi Ever seen the face of the lord Got to be at least 500 inches Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law Ever fall in love with a lie Ever fall in love with a lie Ever felt a gun for the trigger Ever fell so fast you could die Got to be at least 500 inches Cubic inches never certified by law |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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I was lookin' for the main line when I was
Workin' through a friend of mine but I Couldn't seem to find the time What do they know about love What do they know about love What do they know about love my friend What do they know about love The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine What do they know about love What do they know about love What do they know about love my friend What do they know about love The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine I was looking for the main line when I was workin' for a friend of mine What do they know about love What do they know about love |
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| 3:06 |
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I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car Like a dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the Radio Seen her dancing on the Sunset Strip Bellbottomed Jeans, and a-curvy hips Seen her sitting there with her boyfriend Good looking fella but he's looking kinda thin Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so Remember that day we played pool I saw your bedroom and we ate barbeque Bobby came from a trip down town Fifty up and forty down Love you more than the sun and the sky Gotta kiss and hug you [be]fore I die Something else that you ought to know to Did something wierd Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so I'm in love with a TV star She drove me home in her Lexus car Like a dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the Radio Been watching TV as the years go by I've seen 'em born, and I've seen 'em die Something else you aught know to I like a girl named Helen [could be Ellen] more than you Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so |
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| 5:13 |
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I am not a priss, my brother's wife
There was a time when I thought that the longer Am I a slave to my mind oh, ahhhhhh My brother's wife I know it's not right, what I'm thinking deny me My brother's wife I will always stay My brother's wife I know, shh My brother's wife I share the secret requests of the clown There is no denying me I must have my brother's wife's breasts Total babe, what's wrong? My brother's wife and her car, her ass I am in love with my brother's wife and her breasts Sadly I turn to the left and I see My brother's wife's breasts I really must be off Oh it hurts to laugh My brother's wife, please help No, no, no, not my brother's wife's breasts Oh God |
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| 9. |
| 3:31 |
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Hello Monday seems like Friday
Happened just the other day Tuesday came for Friday morning Then it started up again What would I do Monday's through Nothing seems to change I guess I'll have for wait for Friday Turn into another day Turn into another day Turn into another day now (I'm not tired but I got it ready da da dao Get it out that little client da da dao) Hello no one how will I be Doing nothing till tomorrow Somethin' told me no one called to tell me Nothin' will be home Some how couldn't I find the words Can be used to tell my story Guess you'll have to take the risk Because it might be rather boring Yeah it might be rather boring Might be rather boring to you Could it be an atrophy Of memories or loss of vision Maybe it's I can't recall situations or the places Perhaps I should be happy with Many things I can't remember Battle through the solitude Get another lonely winter Get another lonely winter Get another lonely winter Half of time I got it right da da dao Get around without little Bryan da da dao Hold me stealin' liver garden da da dao Is it slippin' or am I dyin' ya da da |
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| 10. |
| 4:46 |
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Ahhhh...
The Lord is a monkey Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town. Ha Ha Ha! Ahhhhh... Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass Well she's looking pretty good first week in July She's got her dope up her ass and a needle in her eye Ahhhhh... Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass |
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| 11. |
| 4:34 |
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[A man and woman speaking in French]
Goodbye benediction Goodbye gasoline Goodbye paranoia Goodbye sleeze [Again speaking in French] Goodbye Hari Kirshna It's been the best Goodbye Earth Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts [Speaking in French] [Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking] Would you like to talk about cars? Yeah Let's talk about cars |
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| 12. |
| 2:46 |
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Yeah!
I don't care What I say I don't care about it anyway I'm not sure if i'm gonna be around tonight Yeah! I'm not sure if i'm gonna be around round here Gonna be round here Gonna be Gonna be in trouble Trouble! I don't care what they say |
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| 4:25 | 
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