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Hola Senor / Please pour me one more / I can still feel my fingers / I've only stumbled in / For a tonic and gin / And some hurt in the morning / So turn me up and deal me in / Before I am a has-been / Raise up your glass / Throw another back / Let's drink to me / 'cause I am the king of would be / I work my hands rough / But its never enough / This world will soon break me / Forever held down / So they gave me the crown / Obscurity here I come / Just one more song for one more dance / This may be my last chance / Rescue me from this catastrophe / Fill me up and grant me salvation / One last salute to celebrate us all / A final shot of that alcohol / Drink it down
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We must have smoked a thousand cigarettes / In my tiny room at dawn / And as I light on up alone now / I breathe you in but you are gone / The waves crash, the wind blows / But something's missing / Its no fun around here / without your drugs / I change the channels all alone / At 3AM there's nothing on / I fall asleep next to the phone / I can't believe the drugs are gone / And I cross off the days on my calendar until you're back again / I can't believe the drugs are gone / You're face is burned way deep inside me / And at night its all I dream / We stare and kiss and laugh and talk / Like some fifties movie scene / The days pass, the weeks go / There's something missing / 'cause life sucks these days / Without the drugs
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| 2:28 |
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One Saturday, I took a walk to Zipperhead
I met a girl there and she almost knocked me dead Punk rock girl, please look at me Punk rock girl, what do you see? Let's travel 'round the world Just you and me, punk rock girl I tapped her on the shoulder and said "Do you have a beau?" She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know Punk rock girl, give me a chance Punk rock girl, let's go slam dance We'll dress like Milton Berle Just you and me, punk rock girl We went on tour to Texas and we ordered some hot tea The waiter said "No, we only have it iced" So we jumped up on the table and shouted "Anarchy" And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox It, it was, 'California Dreamin' so we started screamin' "On such a winter's day" She took me to her parents for a Sunday meal Her father took one look at me and he began to squeal Punk rock girl, it makes no sense Punk rock girl, your dad is not vice president We'll jazz to Duke of Earl Yeah, you're for me, punk rock girl We went to a shopping mall and laughed at all the shoppers And security guards trailed us to a record store We asked for G.G. Allin, they said, "He don't work here" We said if you don't got G.G. Allin then we're gonna burn your mall down We got into her car away we started rollin' I said, "How much you pay for this?", she said "Nothin' man', it's stolen" Punk rock girl, you look so wild Punk rock girl, let's have a child We'll name her Minnie Pearl Just you and me, eat fudge banana swirl Just you and me, we'll travel round the world Just you and me, punk rock girl |
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Born in the Hills Beverly in '63 / Only son of a rich mom and dad / But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad / When mom and dad died, late last July / He got the house and the plane / And now he just laughs and smokes his coke all day / From New York to Tokyo / Its all about the dough / Its the coin, its the cash, its the currency stash / Its the money that keeps us goin' / The streets of Brooklyn are riddled with crooks and / Dope dealers who don't give a fuck / Its all about hustling and scheming and making a buck / They rule the block with one hand on their Gloch / Its the ghetto that keeps 'em in / But they don't have a chance, its the same circumstance in the end / He passes the years from atop his John Deere / Surveying the fields from above / Its not much to some, but he's happy to do what he loves / Its been apples and pears, and a hundred state fairs / Nothing more than a quiet, simple life / His only regret is he never found time for a wife
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I sneak around to the backdoor / So I can watch her / I love to watch her / And some nights I get lucky / She gets undressed / And bares her breasts / My heart races out of time / Through her window she's all mine / And I don't even know her goddamn name / But I'm a voyeur just the same / Beneath the bathroom window / I stand in flowers / To watch her shower / Sometimes she'll dance for me / A private show / A standing O / Some nights I just stand there in awe / As she removes her lacy bra / Well maybe I'm a perverted freak / But you can't beat free pornography
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Oh, how I wish that you were here with me,
To listen to the stupid song I sing Adjectives and nouns for all to hear, Form an oxymoron to your ear. For every comma and every quote, Of every word of every sentence that I wrote, From my mouth do these words spew, Every single syllable for you, As I string the words together, I Used to see you should be with me tonight. So open your thesaurus wide, So I can put my dictionary inside, My participle's long been dangling, Please conjugate me if you can. Through every vowel and every verb, And every word of every paragraph and blurb. From my mouth do these words spew, Every single syllable for you, As I string the words together, I Used to see you should be with me tonight. I don't wanna be your footnote, Capitalise me and indent me, Please add my chapter to your index, I need you plagiarism, you give great definition, Dewey Decimal System, If you don't trust me, check my bibliography, and here me sing: From my mouth do these words spew, Every single syllable for you, As I string the words together, I Used to see you should be with me tonight. |
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A soldier boy and his violin / Uneasy wartime ballet / Omaha Beach / Normandy on D-Day / As his fellow man lay dying / And crimson tide colored the shore / Sons cried for their mothers / Bitter pill of war / He strikes the strings / His heart is on parade / Knows one day he'll be gone / But his melody will stay / A teenage boy in his attic / Finds a case tattered and torn / His father's violin / Companion through the war / He dusts off the fiddle / And raises up to his chin / What the old leave behind / And what the young begin
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| 3:20 |
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I drive by your house its late / Your silhouette / In the window / I want to stand on your front lawn / With a radio / Playing our song / Like John Cusack / In Say Anything / But acting scares me / And so does everything / You'll always be my shining star / And I wonder how you are / And why you haven't called / I miss the way you look at night / Standing before me / In just your panties / I want to get lost in your hair / I want to feel you / Like I used to / And do you miss me? / Like I miss you / Remember our tree? / The way I kissed you
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| 2:48 |
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Dear John
The Dakota's looking beautiful today Azure blue and lonesome grey And a view of central Park Mr. Salinger's masterpiece of anarchy A photo from the land of Oz And a Playboy magazine Like a fire that spares no one Or a smile from a girl A .38 and a marking pen Some hollowpoints And your copy of Double Fantasy December eighth, it was a lonely day A bad idea and your Copy of Double Fantasy Dear John I walked in Central Park today But all the ducks have flown away Where did all the time go |
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