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September '75 I was 47
Inches high My mom said by Christmas I would have A badass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class *-Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf And two hundred solemn faces Are you If you really want to see me Check the papers and the T.V. Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare little man Vic you stole my lunch money Made me cry. Jane remember second grade Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me you said You'd rather die *REPEAT You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will, yes you will You will be sorry *REPEAT Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (??? something about payback ???) Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (You should be paying me, Vic!) September 75, I was 47 inches high. . . September 75, September 75. . . |
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| 2. |
| 5:56 |
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He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through The yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd Been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on *-But then All is fair, all is fair In love Ba ba ba Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call 'Cause you know I often Wonder if you open them at all Every couple nights or so You know you pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you like you got rid of me Ohh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen My worst *REPEAT All this breathing in never Breathing out Well I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to Hear him say That he'd gotten all he Wanted A crowd to watch him bear The pain He'd been keeping in So what *REPEAT Am I right? Am I right? Now I'm lonely and I'm right I'm lonely and I'm right Yeah [live:Goddamn] |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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6 am day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in The dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping and I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down To Charlotte They're not home to find us Out And we drive Now that I have founds someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before *-She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly Off the coast and I'm headed Nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly They call her name at 7:30 I pace around the parking lot Then I walk down to buy her Flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Than she ever has before *REPEAT As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me son it's time To tell the truth And she broke down and I broke Down 'Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone And I'm alone Now I know it *REPEAT |
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*-So you wanted to take a break slow it down some and
have some space well fuck you too **-Give me my money back give me my money back you bitch I want my money back And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt I wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch **REPEAT *REPEAT **REPEAT |
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| 6:09 |
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I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes intact? Let them be broken, broken *-It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain selfless, cold and Composed You've done me no favor To call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like You don't owe me to be so Polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight *REPEAT Come on baby now throw me A right to the chin Don't just stare like You never cared I know you did But you just smile Like a bank teller Blankly telling me Have a nice life Come on baby now Throw me a right To the chin Just one sign that could Show me that you give a Shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back *REPEAT |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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She plays wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I. . .have you got nothing to say When all words fail she Speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden So the roses can see Oh I. . .have you got nothing To say And you can see daisies In her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wears the same Thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want She's everything I'm not Oh I. . . Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she Breathes I wanna be Kate Down by Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagavad Gita I see her around every couple Days I wanna see her so that I can say. . .hey Kate |
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| 7. |
| 4:52 |
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Leaf by leaf and page by page
Throw this book away All the sadness all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the Glue All of the grief we never even Knew We had it all along Now it's Smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All the people come and Gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive Smoke CHORUS We will not write a new one There will not be a new one Another one another one Here's and evening dark with Shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the Blame Throw it on the fire Here's the time we didn't speak It seemed for years and years and Here's a secret No one will ever know the Reasons for the tears They are smoke CHORUS Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when They burn They travel Those who say the past is Not dead Can stop and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is Not dead Well stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is Not even past and You keep on saying We are, Smoke |
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| 1:38 |
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Fred Jones was worn out
From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But He couldn't sleep at night for Fear that she In a stupor from the drugs That didn't ease the pain Would set the house ablaze With a cigarette |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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Everyone gather round now
Sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's come back again Last week it was funny But now the joke's wearing thin Everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night In town He's charmed [live:fucked] everyone here Except Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her innermost secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a Woman with cellulite [on Demo: I'm wondering how Your decorations are standing up. In fact, the lawn's looking a little Shabby, but we can discuss that later. How's the chimney stack doing? And the door arches, they're OK?] We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad [live: pissed] Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt very strange in The moment But the moment was passed And forgotten about |
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| 10. |
| 3:16 |
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Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing To care I know it's cool to be so bored But it sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Will you never rest Fighting the battle of who Could care less Every day you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was That way And you think Rockford Files Is cool But there are some things That you would change If it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files and Call to see if Paul can score Some weed Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness That's alright I guess I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch into the Franklin fucking Mint Fine pewter portraits of General apathy and major boredom singing. . . Whatever and ever amen. Oh well maybe not try Again This should cheer you up For sure See I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like The Cure Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness You're my hero I confess |
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| 11. |
| 4:19 |
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All is quiet his tired eyes
See figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around The bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up And nothing's making sense She's sleeping like a baby She doesn't know he wasn't Meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war He drove home again Pissed and beaten It's really no big deal It happens all the time It's no big deal I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit Me in the morning (and I forget) So much time so little to say Time may fly And dreams may die The shaking voice that tells Him go Still thinks he might He knows he won't I'm missing the war Missing the war all night Missing the war |
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| 12. |
| 4:26 |
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What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away Don't know where the hell I've ended up On this glary, random day Were the things I really cared about Just left along the way For being to pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hung over and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot Down the road Started thinking about My old man It seems that all men Wanna get into a car and go Anywhere Here I stand - sad and free I can't cry and I can't see What I've done God. . .what have I done Don't you know I'm numb, man No I can't feel a thing at all 'Cause it's all smiles and business These days And I'm indifferent to the loss I've faith that there's a soul somewhere Who's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is down. . . [on demo:which way is up and which is down. . .] I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated. . .see? Blind man on a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite That's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home They think I've lost my mind. |
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