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| 1. |
| 5:32 | 
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Everything about the world is sex
And it's a message, of popular culture Telling all our children how to do it right And all through their innocence you may ask yourself why? Why the need? Why the need to eroticize our children? Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready Just down the street in beautiful There is attention, for a popular child And it doesn't get much worse than that In little beds in little rooms Are the lost things, are the silver spoons Why the need? Can't you see all the damage that it's doing? Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready They're not ready Does it bother you to see her wrapped up? Why the need? And why the need to eroticize our children? Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready They're not ready, no They're not ready They're not ready, no Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready Oh our pretty babies Oh how they're not ready They're not ready, no No my pretty No my pretty No my pretty baby There my pretty baby, oh No they're not ready no-no |
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| 2. |
| 4:21 |
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Untie the hands that bind your mind
And be nice She puts a gun against her ear Inside against a gin and tonic sky She's a star She finds a place to lose her pain Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live Deny the problem never catches light Rewind she pours herself some self respect Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live She wants, she wants to live She wants She wants, she wants to live Away from this haze Away back from this haze Still she's caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live She wants to live Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze |
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Must have been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out He walked with a purpose In his sneakers, down the street He had, many questions Like children often do He said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God?" "Tell me am I very far?" Must of been late afternoon On our way the sun broke free of the clouds We count only blue cars Skip the cracks, in the street And ask many questions Like children often do We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God? "'Cause I would really like to meet her. And ask her why we're who we are. Tell me all your thoughts on God, Cause I am on my way to see her. So tell me am I very far - Am I very far now?" Its getting cold picked up the place How our shoes make hard noises in this place Our clothes are stained We pass many, cross eyed people And ask many questions Like children often do "Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I would really like to meet her. And ask her why we're who we are. Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I am on my way to see her. So tell me am I very far?" Am I very far now Am I very far now am I very far now |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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Bouncing and pounding
My head the backboard I need release to let it flow And I was ready Really ready I was ready to explode Oh wasted time Oh wasted time Wasted time, wasted time Wasted time All these revisions All of them written And Broadway needs a song to sing Sentences broken As they are spoken Feel the ink spill so unclean Oh wasted time Oh wasted time Wasted time, wasted time, wasted time Wasted time, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted. |
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| 5. |
| 5:17 |
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Dishwalla - Charlie Brown's Parents
I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me And can't you see It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words So pry open your words I don't want to talk about Elvis No I don't want to go on pretending, no Because it feels like I'm talking to Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents It feels like I'm talking to A lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision Why he's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, oh Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me Can't you see It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words I don't want to talk about Jesus And I don't want to go on converting, no Because it feels like I'm talking to Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents It feels like I'm talking to A lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision He's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, oh Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me Can't you see It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words Why he's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, hey Why he's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, oh Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me Can't you see It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words To pry open your words Pry open, pry open, pry open your words Yeah, pry open your words Pry, pry open your words Pry open your words Pry open your words |
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| 6. |
| 5:26 |
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I have felt the comfort
Now what did I do to disappoint you? Idle my emptiness and it keeps returning to remind me That I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me You tease me and tell me to stay But what would you give What would you give I have given everything I could But I don't think it really matters Maybe nothing does And how it keeps returning to remind me That I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me you tease me and tell me to stay What would you give? What would you give? I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me You tease me and tell me to stay What would you give? What would you give? What would you give? What would you give? |
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| 7. |
| 4:07 |
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I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on I check for tint and Technicolor Cause after you there is no other Your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot A Star Search spokesmodel starlet Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down for Miss Emma Peel I sit beside her in the evening And watch her rerun secrets by my ears Cat eyes watch with British humour Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior Your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot A Star Search spokes model starlet Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down for For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel Miss Emma Peel Black boots kick high at his face One last look at the grace of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out That's another one down for For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel |
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| 8. |
| 5:26 |
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Let it out let me pull the shades
Mix it up make it lemonade I've no intention of living this way No intention of living Moisture Moisture A thousand miles across the sand Burning blisters on my hand Why did you take Water from my well I am dry I sigh, take this torture from my head How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again Almost drowned inside your head Crawled back to the shore instead Why did you take And drag me through your hell I am dry I sigh, take this torture from my head How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again Moisture Moisture Take this torture from my head How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again And how you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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I feel your fame
Fill your pocket And I've tried to hock it I fly the friendly skies Meeting strangers And my hands pass through many You will believe I won't deceive you Too late cause it's a joke For you've got the neck of an angel Feel my hands as they choke Come on down Gather 'round I'm your healer Come on down Now you're down With the feeder I've made the pitch And you the purchase Now who do you worship And I'll be your whore I'll go down, maybe Just give me a chance I will sell you lies And you will thank me Too late you've paid my bills I crawl with flies Move ahead And to a million people I've lied Come on down Gather 'round I'm the healer Come on down Now you're down With the feeder Come on down Now you're down I'm your healer Come on down Now you're down With the feeder |
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| 10. |
| 3:46 |
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I have nev, I've never known such pure madness
And for her it's all she can see I have nev, I've never known such pure madness And for her it's all she can see How she laid low, laid low on the floor How she yelled no, How she yelled with all of her heart, no Still it's all she can see How the pain ran deep How she holds her eyes to the ground What a waste of soul, what a waste Never, never, never will she Live without it, think about it Can she live without it? Never will she live without it Still its all she can see No more, no more, No no no no no no no no more Still it's all it's all All she can see Still it's all, its all All she can see Still it's all, it's all All she can see Still it's all, it's all All she can see |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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How many times has this gone on?
Call 'cause it's just been too long Say it's good to hear it's going fine Check that you're still featured in my mind Tell me what you want to hear I'll play along Tell me when you want me near I'll play along But only for so long Show me scars where it began And I will come with violins I don't need a clock to know it's wasted time What's your mood ring doing now? Tell me if you want me near I'll play along Tell me what you love to fear I'll play along But only for so long Only for so long Only for so long Only for so long Tell me if you want me near I'll play along Tell me what you love to fear I'll play along |
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I'm trying to learn to surf
I'll make them some pasta, get them a glass of wine I like dressing up, especially when I go out dancing I like to wear lots of very sparkly glittery things I'm a big cat lover, I've got a pussy cat here He's very striking, very handsome I like dressing up, especially when I go out dancing That's truly fantastic The thing I like to do, but don't tell anybody, it's a secret, secret It's a secret I very rarely don't take something to the arrangement Let's go, too I'm trying to learn to surf I love shoes, I've got so many shoes (I love shoes, I love shoes, I love shoes) I got lots of boots and big, big platform boots Lots of sorts-of 60's zip-up boots and Eclectic shoes, any excuse to dress up I've got like loads of lorex I've got nothing else to say Hot pants and matching jacket |
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It's going to take some time this time
To get myself in shape I really fell out-of line this time I really missed the gate Birds on the telephone line Are cryin' out to me And I won't be so blind next time And I'll find some harmony But it's going to take some time this time And I can't make demands But like the young trees in the wintertime I'll learn how to bend After all the tears we've spent How could we make amends So it's one more round for experience And I'm on the road again And it's going to take some time this time It's going to take some time this time No matter what I've planned But like the young trees in the wintertime I'll learn how to bend After all the tears we've spent How could we make amends So it's one more round for experience And I'm on the road again And it's going to take some time this time Yeah, it's gonna take some time, yeah it's gonna take some time (repeat lots, adlib & fade) |
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