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I've been up all night and the night before my teeth are dirty my eyes are sore
There was good time had by all accounts we've been drinking to you in tall amounts I guess we had a little trouble in the hotel bar Some hometown bubba went a little too far He said he don't like Catholics he don't like Jews He don't like me and he don't like you Say you love me say you need me say you want me don't disappoint me Say it say it say it say it I've got ten good years left in my legs some day baby I won't have to beg The first thing to go is not your mind you have known that for a long long time You've got the Irish eyes and the Irish lips from your head down to your fingertips Poetry in your kiss and your hand poetry anywhere that you stand Come on and say you love me say you need me say you want me don't disappoint me Say it say it say it say it Speak your mind darlin' state your case baby Lay it on the line sugar cut to the chase maybe Say it in your own words don't be proud If it's something that you want to get heard You've got to say it to me right out loud Say it say it say it say it |
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| 3:54 |
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Give to me my time and money
Give to me my milk and honey Give to me my self respect Golden chains around my neck Give to me my super model Corporate jet and champagne bottle Get me out there on the town Let me spread my wealth around I could learn to love this life I lead But just don't take away the things I need I feel rosy in the pink So just don't make me stop and think All those dark thoughts in my head Seem like better left unsaid Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give to me my latest fashion Make my lover burn with passion Give to me my charm and wit Keep my body young and fit Give to me my haute couture Give the world a cancer cure Serve my breakfast au frescoe Let the wine and liquor flow I can search for truth some other time But right now I just wanna get what's mine Let the gangsters rule the street While teachers try to make ends meet I despise all bleeding hearts I don't patronize the arts Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Right now I don't understand what it is you're trying to sell Or what it is you're trying to tell me You're tryin' to get me to show some compassion Man, that's so outta fashion Give to me my Aspen winter Sorry 'bout the World Trade Center I can't help the ones in need I've got my own mouth to feed Give to me my Playboy Channel Killer weed and sheets of flannel Lay me down upon my bed With pleasant dreams to fill my head Just look at what this world is coming to And there ain't one damn thing that I can do I don't have a leg to stand on I don't have a net to land on I don't have the base of power I don't have the extra hour Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me right now (Give it, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it) Give to me my tax cut outsource Build me my own private golf course The Dixie Chicks can kiss my ass But I still need that backstage pass Give to me my Nasdaq numbers Intel shares and E-trade blunders Soldiers to defend my freedom And a script for Valium if I need em? And give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me (Give it, give it, give it, give it) Give it to me right now (Give it, give it, give it, give it) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CROWELL/ / <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 4:23 |
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You don't have to be rich
I don't have to be drunk in a ditch You don't have to be the top of your class I don't have to have wavers of brass You don't have to be cute I don't have to look good in a suit You don't have to have a dog in his race I don't have to have an egg on my face The outsider is watching your back The outsider cut me some slack The outsider just a little off keel The outsider is something you feel I don't have to be straight You don't have to be something I hate I don't have to be white as a ghost You don't have to be dumb as a post I don't have to be hip You don't have to start losin' your grip I don't have to be right if you're wrong You don't have to be weak if I'm strong The outsider like a coat when you're cold The outsider like a friend when you're old The outsider a little devil may care The outsider it's just something that's there You don't wanna be a saint I don't wanna be something I ain't First you get a little long in the tooth Next you're tryin' to find a fountain of youth It's a pain in the butt But that's the trouble when you're stuck in a rut We don't have to find a permanent bliss But we've got to do better than this The outsider like a stone you don't throw The outsider like a bomb you don't blow The outsider like a mountain don't move The outsider you've got nothin' to prove |
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| 3:54 |
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Beautiful despair is hearing Dylan
When you're drunk at 3 a.m. Knowing that the chances are No matter what you'll never write like him Oh, brother Beautiful despair is why you lean Into this world without restraint 'Cause somewhere out before you Lies the masterpiece you'd sell your soul to paint Oh, brother What do we laugh or cry Beautiful despair Beautiful despair Beautiful despair is slouching forward Toward a past you might regret All to suck the marrow out Of every magic moment that you get Beautiful despair is playing safe When you were once a rebel child Knowing that tomorrow comes And all you've done is last another mile Oh, brother Oh, dear brother Oh, my brother What shall we drink or dry? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CROWELL <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 5:51 |
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We ran into trouble scamming for oil
The whole Middle East is coming to a boil It's the Muslims and Kurds, Bedouin herds Palestinians and Arabs and Jews in the news It's too much to keep up with, it'll jangle your head The whole situation's running way in the red I said, don't get me started I'll like as not bend your ear Don't get me started I just wanna make one thing clear I was born in America and I'm proud of that fact I wish the rest of the world would get off our back But these slick politicians, man, you've got to admit Seems as crazy as bedbugs and they don't give one whit About the man on the street with his back to the wall Who can't find a quarter for to make a phone call Meanwhile back in Washington, the champagne will flow Tell that to the homeless man with nowhere to go I said, don't get me started I came into this bar to unwind Don't get me started I'll like as not speak my mind The rich corporations have turned a deaf ear They don't care who goes hungry, they've made that much clear You see the trouble with people is we wanna believe But they can't turn a profit without tricks up their sleeve It's the roofers and truckers, the working class suckers The firemen and teachers, the soldiers and preachers Who shoulder the blows, it comes and it goes A six trillion dollar debt, you pay through the nose I said, don't get me started I'm a drag when I've had a few drinks And don't get me started I don't care what anyone thinks 'Cause it makes me angry East Timor's genocide to the core The Indonesian legions come and give 'em what for When the Coalition Army doesn't come to your aid You might as well face it, there's no money to be made I had a dream last night, I was secretary of defense And I came to the conclusion, war doesn't make any sense, yeah But nobody heard me when I tried to rescind it There were too many people that just didn't want to end it I said, don't get me started You never know when I might stop Don't get me started We both need to just let this thing drop Don't get me started Don't get me started, not now Don't get me started 'Cause it make me angry |
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| 4:48 |
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Oh Mother, oh Father
In our time of fear Grant us the wisdom Your message for to hear Send down Your angel band To fill Your hearts with power Oh Mother, oh Father In our darkest hour Ignorance is the enemy And it fills your head with lies It's the kind of bliss that can make you miss The very truth before your eyes It's not who's right or wrong Weak or strong, black or white you see Ignorance is the enemy And it's keeping you from me Forgive me all my pettiness Forgive me all my greed Forgive me for I know not how To live this life I lead Ignorance is the enemy Let's set the record straight If history must repeat itself Why worry while you wait It's a perfect blue and beautiful world You treat with such disdain Ignorance is the enemy And It can only bring you pain Forgive me all my vanity Forgive me my conceit Forgive me when I'm crawling Like a beggar at Your feet Ignorance is the enemy And it wields a mighty sword It can cut you down in a blaze of glory It can nail you to a board If mercy and compassion only had a chance It could fill these holes we've dug But ignorance is the enemy And it's working like a drug Oh Mother, oh Father In our time of fear Grant us the wisdom Your message for to hear Send down Your angel band To fill our hearts with power Oh Mother, oh Father In our darkest hour |
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| 5:27 |
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| 4:50 |
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