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| 1. |
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The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones Like you might make a dollar I'm inside your mouth now Behind your tonsils Peeking over your molars You're talking to her now And you've eaten something minty And you're making that face that I like And you're going in, in for the kill, kill For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss I need your money, it'll help me I need your car and I need your love <i>[x2]</i> So won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out? So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts You might make a dollar Dollar, might make a dollar So won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out? So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones (You might make a dollar) You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones |
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| 2. |
| 2:28 |
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Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they've gone, they've gone And you don't love your girlfriend You don't love your girlfriend And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat But she isn't but you don't love her anyway And you don't love your mother And you know that you should And you wish that you would But you don't anyway Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay The water runs off your skin and down into the drain You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemmingway They're both super smart and drinking in the caf짤s And you don't love your girlfriend You don't love your girlfriend And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat But she isn't but you don't love her anyway And you don't love your mother And you know that you should And you wish that you would But you don't anyway You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young And you don't love your girlfriend <i>[x4]</i> |
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| 3. |
| 5:00 |
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Carbon monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep If I don't got my socks on right They slide right off of my feet As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk Carbon monoxide As I take you home First time I get my socks on right But I don't have a gas mask on As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a Walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home, yeah I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool Walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home, yeah I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Carbon monoxide Soon we'll go to sleep No one will notice we're gone If we don't have a job to keep They'll just say that we're being lazy Sex crazed, sex crazed-azy They'll just say we're living our whole life in bed And we'll be in bed, but we'll be oh so very much Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-dead, yeah But we're so cool, we're so cool, we're so cool Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-d-dead, dead But we're still cool, we're still cool, we're still cool Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, come on Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on Carbon monoxide Carbon monoxide |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so i'm waiting and staying awake. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep. The papers around me are piling and twisting regina the paper back mummy what then. I'm taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep. I'll never know if I go to sleep. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep. I'll never know if I go to sleep. |
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| 5. |
| 4:52 |
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They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs have fun, have fun They'll name a city after us And later say it's all our fault Then they'll give us a talking to Then they'll give us a talking to Because they've got years of experience We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious We wear our scarves just like a noose But not 'cause we want eternal sleep And though our parts are slightly used New ones are slave labor you can keep We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious They made a statue of us They made a statue of us The tourists come and stare at us The sculptor's mama sends regards They made a statue of us They made a statue of us Our noses have begun to rust We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages Were living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious |
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| 6. |
| 3:15 |
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She will kiss 'til your lip bleeds
But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana All the sailor boys have demons They sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me? If I was meant to sail the sea Why did you make me? Should've been another state Oh state.. 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch <i>[x5]</i>" Does it matter that our anchors Couldn't even reach the bottom Of a bath tub? And the sails reflect the moon It's such a strange job Playing Black Jack on the deck Still, atop this giant bottle dressed in white We quietly huddle with our missiles And we miss the girls back home Oh home sweet home 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch <i>[x5]</i> She will kiss until your lip bleeds But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana Americana, tropicana Americana, americana |
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| 7. |
| 0:45 |
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Regina, Regina
What? When is that song gonna start? Which song? The song that goes like da na na na na na na na da na na na na Oh, it's gonna start in a minute, you just gotta wait Ok Regina, start it already It's gonna start in a second, you just gotta wait It's gonna start now |
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| 8. |
| 2:10 |
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I kissed your lips and I tasted blood
I asked you what happened and you said, There'd been a fight. You said I've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand I said hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don't understand But hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand. You said come on baby let's just make love it's the only thing to make me better You said come on let's just get you out of that sweater I said I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners And I don't fight for honor cause we all are born sinners Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye But I'm a vegetarian so it's a frozen pizza pie You tell me that you care and you never do lie And you fight for my honor but I just don't know why Mary had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow You've got me and I'm just a common ho But I know what I am and I know what I ain't So don't get cut cause I still won't be no saint Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye but I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie You tell me that you love me and you never do lie and you fight for my honor but I just don't know why You fight for my honor and I don't understand but hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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A man walks out of his apartment
It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings Trying to save his suit Trying to save his suit Trying to dry and to dry and to dry but no good When he gets to the crowded subway platform He takes off both of his shoes He steps right into somebody's fat loogie And everyone who sees him says, Eww Everyone who sees him says, Eww But he doesn't care 'Cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future The ghost said, Take off both your shoes Whatever chances you get Especially when they're wet He also said, Imagine you go away On a business trip one day And when you come back home Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan And people make you nervous You'd think the world is ending And everybody's features have somehow started blending And everything is plastic And everyone's sarcastic And all your food is frozen It needs to be defrosted You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee And never ever watch the ten o'clock news Maybe you should kiss someone nice Or lick a rock, or both Maybe you should cut your own hair 'Cause that can be so funny It doesn't cost any money And it always grows back Hair grows even after you're dead. And people are just people They shouldn't make you nervous The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going If you don't toss your plastic The streets won't be so plastic And if you kiss somebody Then both of you'll get practice The world is everlasting Put dirtballs in your pocket Put dirtballs in your pocket And take off both your shoes Cause people are just people People are just people People are just people like you People are just people People are just people People are just people like you The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going It's coming and it's going |
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| 10. |
| 6:05 |
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I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over Baby-sat all four of my kids Then in my dream I told the doctor off He said if you don't want to do it then you don't have to do it He said the truth is You'll be okay, anyway Then in my dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldn't hear or see When they came out they said You'll be okay, anyway And I smiled cause I'd known it all the while. No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to to die like this I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day, And I'm gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired But mama's gonna go out in style, go out in style When I woke up My kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in And we piled in The doctor he asked which way we were headed I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently, Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much like my mom No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to die like this I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day, But mama's gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired But mama's gonna go out in style go out in style Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much like my mom Oh my God, Barbara She looks so much just like my mom... |
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| 11. |
| 3:22 |
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Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go As if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind someone else's face And it's harsher than yours And colder than yours They come in all quiet Sweep up and then they leave And you don't hear a single floor board creak They're so much stronger Than the friends you try to keep By your side Downtown, Downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me, don't write I'm in love with your daughter I wanna have her baby I'm in love with your daughter So can I please Downtown, Downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me, don't write I've gone away Don't call me, don't write Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write Somedays aren't yours at all They come and go As if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind someone else's face And it's harsher than yours And it's colder than yours... |
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