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"Honest to goodness
The bars weren't open this morning They must have been voting for a new president or something Do you have a quarter?" I said yes because I did, "Honest to goodness The tears have been falling All over the country's face." It was better before Before they voted for what's-his-name This was supposed to be the new world Flint, Ford, Auto, Mobile, Alabama, Windshield wipers, Buffalo, New York, Gary, Indiana Don't forget the Motor City This was supposed to be the new world All we need is money Just give us what you can spare Twenty or thirty pounds of potatoes Or 20 or 30 beers A turkey on Thanksgiving Like alms for the poor All we need are the necessities and more It was better before before they voted for what's-his-name This was supposed to be the new world Don't forget the Motor City This was supposed to be the new world (REPEAT) |
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This room has emptied out
It's time to wash your face and throw away your food Leave your sister home and come with us It' not dark enough, not yet Louder than hell will be We'll love the black night Falling with every unfamiliar scene We're having much more fun You don't know where we've gone We're having much more fun We'll crawl through your backyard And whack your yappin' dog We'e having much more fun Los Angeles treats everyone Like a drunk in bed Washing dirty bums with rain Like dishes on the floor Four AM We couldn't care less where we left home See our shadow long and sweaty We shall run next fall We're having much more fun The black and white hotel Has a stripper club on the bottom floor "A great place to bring wife Girlfriend or an out of town guest" In the hallways upstairs Everyone hangs out the doors And the silhouettes act obscene Across from where we stay We're having much more fun You don't know where we've gone We'll crawl through your backyard And whack your yappin' dog And whack your yappin' dog And whack your yappin' dog We're having much more fun |
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True love, true love, true love
True love is the devil's crowbar Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart By finding out that loneliness Then you find someone who has to stay away And it pulls apart your wishbone But you get to wish Lonliness is never the same again It becomes true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar He uses it to pry you out of your car And into the arms of... The devil drives a Buick And he sits inside and eats lunch And sticks his pitchfork through the trunk And into her hair And he pulls out true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar |
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You sat at home
The windows tinted black It hits you hard And you cried so long Life turned and wandered Never to come back again Takes what she gives You don't feel sorry for her When you fell out of the Starlight Inn You were too hurt to walk Too bad to begin I looked at the sign But I couldn't feel sad for you Takes what she gives You don't cry when you kiss her Poor little girl ran away from home I try to explain why she won't say a thing Sad, sad thing I'm so far away now How can I say why she won't talk at all She holds the deck of cards She wants to be alone "I'll be very ill And I tried waking up Now I want to be alone" When you ran out of Pete's Hotel You didn't look so good And you didn't feel so well "Hold me tight" But I couldn't get it right Takes what she gives you... Poor little girl... She holds a deck of cards She wants to be alone She still drinks in the dark The radio is left on late She saw a madman fight and break it all 'Cause she hated himself And she felt better off 'Cause she was only drunk |
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I've seen a lot of people with plenty of guts
They say, "Make my music new and loud and rough Give it a beat or give it a twang In a dark sweaty club, it's the same damn thing" Bang, bang, make the music go bang Brilliant, shinning and nasty Bang, bang, make the music go bang Let me hear the guitar sound like a train Bang, bang, let the music go bang You can't drive around and hear your favorite song So you tape it live if you can get inside when it comes along I can't understand people who bitch and whine Let's drink a beer from a paper bag while we got time Bang, bang, make the music go bang Brilliant, shinning and nasty Bang, bang, make the music go bang Let me hear the guitar sound like a train Bang, bang, make the music go bang Bang, bang, make the music go bang |
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Now if you love me please don't tease
If I can hold well then let me squeeze My heart goes round and round My love comes tumbling down You leave me ahhhh breathless ahhhh Well I shake all over and you know why I'm sure it's love honey it ain't no lie 'Cause when you call my name I know I burn like wood in flame You leave me so breathless ahhhh Oh baby, you're driving me crazy You're much too much I can not love you enough It's alright, hold me tight When you love me, love me right Come on, baby, now don't be shy This love was meant for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I'm gonna getcha wherever you go You leave me breathless ahhhh Oh baby, you're driving me crazy You're much too much I can not love you enough It's alright, hold me tight When you love me, love me right Come on, baby, now don't be shy This love was meant for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I'm gonna getcha wherever you go You leave me breathless ahhhh |
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The facts we hate
We'll never meet Walking down the road Everybody yelling, "Hurry up, hurry up!" But I'm waiting for you I must go slow I must not think bad thoughts When is this world coming to? Both sides are right But both sides murder I give up Why can't they? I must not think bad thoughts The civil wars and the uncivilized wars Conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace The food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry From then on, it's dog eat dog, dog eat body and body eat dog I cant go down there I cant understand it I'm a no good coward An american, too A North American, that is Not a South or a Central or a Native American Oh, I must not think bad thoughts I'm guilty of murder of innocent men Innocent women, innocent children, thousands of them My planes, my guns, my money, my soul, My blood on my hands, it's all my fault I must not think bad thoughts I must not think bad thoughts The facts we hate You'll never hear us I hear the radio is finally gonna play new music You know, the British invasion But what about The Minutemen, Fleasheaters, DOA, Big Boys and The Black Flag? Will the last American band to get played on the radio please bring the flag? Please bring the flag! Glitter-disco-synthesizer night school All this noble savage drum drum drum Astronauts go back in time To hang out with the cave people It's about time It's about space It's about some people in the strangest places Woody Guthrie sang about b-e-e-t-s not b-e-a-t-s I must not think bad thoughts I must not think bad thoughts The facts we hate |
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She won't get out of bed and shake her snakey hair
Grab her, throw her in the tub She says, "Coffee and a piece of pie" She never wears a dress on Sunday or any Monday afternoon This is no goddamn country to wander alone Devil doll, devil doll Rags and bones and battered shoes Devil doll, devil doll People turn their heads She scares little kids Eyes narrow, jaw is set She'll fix you with a stare She keeps her body hidden Lets her eyes make her bid I'd wrap her up in a bullet and shoot her around the world Devil doll, devil doll Rags and bones and battered shoes Devil doll, devil doll Devil doll, devil doll |
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The bartender's eyes are full of pity
As he tells her, "You're alone, and it's 2:30 All the chairs are on the tables, and it's time to close" She said, "A minute ago, they were staring at me. Where the hell did they go?" Then she went out to paint the town Roses are red, violence is too Everyone knows I'm painting the town blue "You look funny when you cry," were his last words Before he laughed and said goodbye, she flipped a finger And so she picked her shoes up, picked up her feet And let them walk, hand in hand, down the dirty hallway Then she went out to paint the town Roses are red, violence is too Everyone knows I'm painting the town blue Was she beat? Did she suffer from a working hand? She always hated his hacking cough early in the morning She walked to the Greyhound to take a little ride He could look in the corner of every town, but he won't find her 'Cause she went out to paint the town Roses are red, violence is too Everyone knows I'm painting the town blue |
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I'm the man who wakes up in the middle of every night
My legs are steaming with rain beneath the cool, cool trees The minute I touch you... It ain't fair I wanna be close to warm this awful home Through the middle of me The whole world loves a sad song That they don't have to sing We hide in the hot house Loaded with thrills Second only to none Here in this hot house We sit and sing and rant and rave In our lovely hot house Closed my eyes Walking to the store Found our mattress Beside those old deadly trakes We slept for a week Cinders on the sheets You went away and called and said You had to stay another day The whole world loves a sad song That they don't have to sing We hide in the hot house... |
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its the drunk in my past
shuffling by like a train sounds on its track like a ride like a ride that don't last swears each drink is the last tells the same lie each night and breaks every promise til she makes me go crazy shes gonna drive me to drinking theres a drunk in my past the one who let me down who wasnt around when they were needed theres a drunk in my past who swears each drink is the last thought i give me another chance theres a dunk in my path each i go past my house while trying to find my way home my door way is blocked by doomsday for certain if your own key don't fit you know its curtains oh well never a dull moment never a moment passes when someone dull don't pass me by i love her like a sister that drunk that girl why i wish her all the best that's all that's left cause she took the rest one heck of a past |
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She wore blue
Her bad luck blue shoes He wore green for go They went out anyway She and their car wore black Through the red light "Stop, I forgot all my memories" I see red when I see you Fan belts break at 3am I get mad Drinks get spilled At 5 past 2 I don't feel sad But then I see you And I see red I can't look down Or I might fall on you I might follow In your footsteps I see a showdown At sundown What's the lowdown? I had to hunt you up I see red... He sees the sun come up And she needs rest Here it comes A-creepin' so close to the bed "Good morning darkness I see your shining face" She's always thinking About the facts of life I see red when I see you Fan belts break at 3am I get mad Drinks get spilled At 5 past 2 I don't feel sad But then I see you And I see red |
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True love, true love, true love
True love is the devil's crowbar Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart By finding out that loneliness Then you find someone who has to stay away And it pulls apart your wishbone But you get to wish Lonliness is never the same again It becomes true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar He uses it to pry you out of your car And into the arms of... The devil drives a Buick And he sits inside and eats lunch And sticks his pitchfork through the trunk And into her hair And he pulls out true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar |
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