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"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy" A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh |
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Monty this seems strange to me, the movies had that movie thing But nonsense has a welcome ring and heroes don't come easy Now nonsense isn't new to me, I know my head I know my feet But mischief knocked me in the knees so just let go, just let go I saw the ocean meet the man, I saw you buried in the sand A friend was there to hold my hand, so walk on by So I went walking through the stream, I saw you strung up in a tree A woman knelt there, said to me, said "hold your tongue, hold your tongue" You don't owe me anything, you don't want this sympathy [waste your breath] Don't you waste your breath [waste your breath] for the silver screen That nonsense doesn't mean a thing, they tried to bust you in a sting But virtue isn't everything so don't waste time Now here's a rhyme that you can steal, put this on your reel-to-reel Mischief threw a rotten deal, Monty's laying low, yeah, he is laying low Just let go, go, just let go You don't owe me anything, you don't want this sympathy [waste your breath] Don't you waste your breath [waste your breath] Monty this seems strange to me |
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When your day is long
And the night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this life hang on Don't let yourself go 'Cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time to sing alone When your day is long hold on When you feel like letting go If you think you've had too much Of this life hang on 'Cause everybody hurts To comfort when they're down Everybody hurts Oh hang on now Oh hang on If you feel like you're alone No no you're not alone If you're on your own in this life The days and nights alone If you think you've had too much Of this life hang on Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody hurts sometimes So hold on hold on Hold on hold on Hold on hold on Hold on hold on Everybody hurts Hold on Everybody hurts |
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Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool. Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool. Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool |
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