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| 1. |
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Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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| 2. |
| 2:37 |
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Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean Her neighbors call her an evil machine She's fast, she's lean She's frightening She's fast, she's lean She's frightening Popping wheelies on her motorbike Straight girls wish they were dykes She'll do anything on a dare Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare Down at the creek smoking pot She eats the roach so she don't get caught Throws her mini off in the halls Got so much clit she don't need no balls |
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| 3. |
| 3:15 |
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Well I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on thru It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on thru Right on thru Through to you! I had some pigeons livin on my ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on thru It keeps out those things that you dread Right on thru It don't matter where you hide Right on thru Because reality always crashes inside Right on thru Through to you |
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| 4. |
| 3:49 |
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She wakes up wet in a shower stall
Sewn together, bangs her head on a wall She goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m. Bruised and bloody, does it over again She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his chevy takes out the curb He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz Passed out drunk on the living room floor Gets up and pukes so she can drink some more And evening's party out in the fringe Turns into a two-week binge She's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz |
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| 3:47 |
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You and me 'till the wheels fall off
You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off ... (???) ... (???) You and me 'till the wheels fall off You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off People say you're (?) I don't care, let's go, go, go You and me 'till the wheels fall off |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here And I ain't gonna grovel What's the use of lying I won't believe you What's the use of crying It won't relieve you I've got my broomstick I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here right now And I ain't gonna grovel |
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| 7. |
| 2:11 |
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I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell
Violate your daughter And your son as well I don't give a shit about your crummy lie As long as I'm god, I'm packin' a rod Yeah I'm packin' a rod I'm packing a rod I'm packin' a rod, baby And it's all for you Guns and ammo is what I read My cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed When you talk to me You best watch what you say My smith and wesson heat Is gonna blow you away And it's all for you Packin' a rod I'm packin' a rod |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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Taime is a rock star
Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster....... Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity? |
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| 9. |
| 3:53 |
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Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society |
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