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Sold my Stones 45's
And traded in my 'stang I lost it all in a time warp My generation boomeranged Yesterday, was it great? Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Dropping out of the machine Walk the nuclear slide Got a headache from the strobelights An acid overdrive Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Put a quarter in the pay phone I buy all the lies If forever is a moment I'd sell tomorrow night Yesterday, was it great Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes I couldn't get up for the day Wasn't yesterday great Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great |
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| 2. |
| 3:12 |
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I never saw the trouble in front of me
I never felt the whip come down Found my suicide motel room key It took an ol' blind bloodhound My record players broken again The red lights flickerin' If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me Waiting for this liquor store thief Just a lawyer in a fake pony skin Stolen from yesterdays bleed Bring your own bottle of sin Thought I saw your silhouette Buy my alcohol goggles are cracked If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me Tell me how you want it I ain't getting down on my knees Show me how you goy it I ain't getting down on my knees My record players broken again The red lights flickerin' If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me If it's good enough for rock n' roll Well it's good enough for me |
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| 3:16 |
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Undertaker of the overkill
Coming down from the model glue Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind Weekends free with the genocide Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation Zip gun, I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun, trailer park white trash Battleground of the junkie glam Time bombs, shooting rubberbands Blackout ain't a flashback Just the end of innocent White lies, hard crime Make believe, smokescreen Zip gun, I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun, trailer park white trash Walking wounded Gotta get outta here Damned and stupid Sinking feeling I'm buried here |
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| 3:17 |
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Bitter pills washed down with vodka and hope
Beautiful, but strung out, socially stoned Cold sweats and fake charms, tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher Speedballs rememdy your world Speed killed the weirdo I built Circled my universe, tranquilized and died Can't watch you drag down a star in overdrive You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher This is the low, this is the low You're so alone, so alone, so alone You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher than I was You're getting higher |
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| 3:16 |
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Remember Mickey Marmalade
Was a glitter symphony Bellbottomed roadie A pacified pretty thing Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star Got really bored so he sold his soul To the Music Television whores Empty bottle robots Whacked out noisy folk songs Leading from the back But nowhere to go, no, yeah The jeepster was the boogie guru The groover, grooved to the world His tiger Les Paul was Poetry to the blues Empty bottle robots Whacked out noisy folk songs Leading from the back But nowhere to go, no, yeah |
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| 3:25 |
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Can't sing the blues in this crowded room
If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street I lost the power over you I miss the power over you Let's celebrate all the cheap things Sucking down booze with my strength What happened to the naked truth It vanished with the weakest fight I lost the power over you I miss the power over you Blue Grass Mosquito, Blue Grass Mosquito I lost the power over you Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street |
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| 2:53 |
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She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime A soap inpression of his wife Which he ate and donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm Because Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is |
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| 2:30 |
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She's a tongue twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself |
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| 3:38 | 
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| 10. |
| 5:12 |
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Captain Chaos
Jonesin' sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out n' numb Souvenirs from hell and back Left your wreckage in a body bag Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya' You drink n' forget you're just a drunk Stay pretty n' hope you die young I'll miss the songs you'll never write You played so good, it made you go blind Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya' Everybody had you all wrong You're human underneath the GOD You gave, like you were the Jesus Then died for the same reason Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos Did everybody say they knew ya' Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out and numb |
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| 2:30 |
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I think you're really weird
Damned and neurotic That green hair's kinda queer And it really makes me sick If talk is so cheap Then your bullshit's expensive Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious Like you, incarcerate me now Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Somebody strung me up Violent stupid drunks Suffocate me now Don't leave me here in rehab bad Clash Used up New York Dolls Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic queer Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me Wash your mouth you really stink Dangerous and viscious piece of shit Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat Punk rock pollution |
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