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| 2. |
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Have you ever walked through a room
But it was more like the room passed around you Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through Have you ever been at someplace Recognizing everybody's face Until you realized that there was no one there you knew Well I know Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind Sleep forever Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time Have you ever Falling, I'm falling Have you ever buried your face in your hands Cause no one around you understands Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be Have you ever felt like there was more Like someone else was keeping score And what could make you whole was simply out of reach Well I know Someday I'll try again and not pretend This time forever Someday I'll get it straight but not today Have you ever Falling, I'm falling Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind Sleep forever Some days, my darkest friend is me again Have you ever Someday I'll try again and not pretend This time forever Someday I'll get it straight but not today Have you ever When the truth walks away Everybody stays Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay So if you walk away Who is gonna stay Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place When the truth walks away Everybody stays Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay So if you walk away Who is gonna stay Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place When the truth walks away Everybody stays Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay So if you walk away Who is gonna stay Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place I'd like to leave the world as a better place I'd like to think the world |
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| 3. |
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Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I can't disconnect But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun * When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun * repeat ** repeat |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha!
Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly (for a white guy). Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis. You know it's kind of hard just to get along today. The subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway. He may not have a clue, and he may not have style, But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial. So don't debate, just play it straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. Gotta play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world needs wannabes, So hey, hey do that brand new thing. Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! And all the girls say I'm pretty fly (for a white guy). He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice, But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice. Now cruising in his Pinto he sees homies as he pass, But if he looks twice they're gonna kick his lily ass. So don't debate, just play it straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. Gotta play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world loves wannabes, So hey, hey do that brand new thing. Now he's getting a tattoo, yeah, he's gettin' ink done. He asked for a "13" but they drew a "31." Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip, But in his own mind, he's the, he's the dopest trip. Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! Give it to me baby, a-ha, a-ha! uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis. So don't debate, cuz he's a player straight. You know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate, At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world needs wannabes, The world loves wannabes. So let's get some more wannabes. And hey, hey do that brand new thing! |
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| 5. |
| 3:00 |
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when we were young our futures were so bright
the old neighborhood was so alive life and every kid of the whole damn street was gonna make it big and not be beat now the neighborhood is cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How Can one little street swallow so many lives? * Chances thrown nothing's free longing for what used to be still it's hard hard to see fragile lives shattered dreams GO! Jannie had a chance, well she really did instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids mark still lives at home cuz he's got no job he just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot Jay committed suicide Brandon ODed and died What the hell is goin on? The cruelest dream, reality * Repeat x 2 |
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| 2:51 |
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Feelings
Nothing more than feelings Trying to forget my feelings of hate Imagine Beating on your face Trying to forget my feelings of hate Feelings For all my life I'll feel it I wish I'd never met you You'll make me sick again Feelings, oh oh feelings of hate on my mind Feelings Feelings like I never liked you Feelings like I want to kill you Live in my heart Feelings Feelings like I wanna deck you Feelings like I've gotta get you out of my life Feelings, oh oh feelings The hate's in my eyes Feelings, oh oh feelings You're not very nice Feelings, oh oh feelings of hate on my mind Feelings, oh oh feelings get out of my life |
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| 7. |
| 3:48 |
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I'm seeing this girl and
she just might be our of her mind Well she's got baggage and it's all the emotional kind She talks about closure and that validation bit I don't mean to be insensitive, but I really hate that shit Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She thinks she's the victim Yeah Now I know she'll feel abandoned If I don't stay over late And I know she's afraid to commit But it's only our second date Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She thinks she's the victim But she takes it all out on me I don't know why you're messed up I don't know why your whole life is a chore Just do me a favor And check your baggage at the door Now she talks about her ex nonstop, but I don't mind But when she calls out his name in bed That's where I draw the line You told me a hundred times how your father left and he's gone But I wish you wouldn't call me daddy When we're gettin' it on Oh man she's got issues And I'm gonna pay She's playing the victim And talking it all out on me My god she's got issues And I'm gonna pay If you think I'm controlling Then why do you follow me around If you're not co-dependent Then why do you let others drag you down I don't know why you're messed up I don't know why your whole life is a chore Just do me a Favor And check your baggage at the door |
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| 2:55 |
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Goodbye my friend, You've messed up again
You're going to prison, you're off to the pen You've gotten off easy so many times But I guess no one told you how to get a life The judge wasn't lenient like he was before You got three to five and a kick out the door The public defender really did try Too little, too late, you didn't get a life * Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla Slap on the wrist? well, not this time Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla Folsom prison is the destination Hey, in walla, I'll see you in walla walla Slap on the wrist? well, not this time In the scheme of life, we're all just brothers Rehabilitate with all the others Well, I'll see ya That car looked so tempting, so easy to drive Just like that apartment that you burglarized You started to run, but didn't get far Cause under your arm was a VCR * Repeat Ho ho, not this time my friend You'll be in lockdown by ten I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, son Now four walls are your 24-hour-a-day, constant companions * Repeat Have a nice life |
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| 3:00 |
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When the siren's flash is gone
And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could live again if you Just stay alive for me * Please stay now, you left me, here alone- It's the end of the line Please stay I can't make it on my own- It's the end of the line Make it on my own It's the end of the line Now that you are dead and gone And I'm left to carry on I could never smile cause you Won't stay alive for me * Repeat Finally, Your final resting day Is without me I weep And think of brighter days What about me? ** You can't take back, the one mistake That still lives on after life it takes In that one day, that changed our lifes And bitter memories are left behind ** Repeat * Repeat |
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| 2:02 |
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Lay awake
I don't give a shit If I even ever wake up in the morning Down below There's a pile of sin Always waiting for a Waiting for a warning Burned at the stake Inside I'm blistering Not a whisper Looking in you'd never know it Miles below I look up again When you snap they say Before you never show it * Someone said it's all right Save it now, don't say it for my sake Someone said it's all right Faster now, you know I got no brakes Fuses glow Wounds festering Till the wind comes up And takes it to the last pow Back and forth Staring at the wall This room's a cage I know that something's got to give now Lay awake I don't give a shit If I even ever wake up in the morning Down below There's a pile of sin Always waiting for a Waiting for a warning * Repeat No brakes |
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| 2:52 |
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My friend's got a girlfriend
man he hates that bitch he tells me every day he says man i really gotta lose my chick in the worst kinda way she sits on her ass he works his hands to the bone to give her money every payday but she wants more dinero just to stay at home well my friend you gotta say * i won't pay, i won't pay ya no way nana why don't you get a job say no way, say no way, no way nana why don't you get a job i guess all his money, well it isn't enough to keep her bill collecters at bay i guess all his money, well it isn't enough cuz that girl's got expensive taste * repeat well i guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all oh yeah but hey man free rides just don't come along every day let me tell you about my other friend now my friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick she tells me every day he wants more dinero just to stay at home well my friend you gotta say * repeat I won't give you no money I always pay Nana why don't you get a job Say no way, say no way, no waaaaaay nana why don't you get a job |
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| 12. |
| 3:14 |
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Well i'd like to tell you all about my dream
it's a place Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away Where culture's defined by the Ones least refined And you'll be left behind If you don't fit in It's all distorted In americana my way Well my dream has come true My vision has come true Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait My future's determined by Thieves, thugs, and vermin It's quite an excursion But it's okay Everything's backwards In americana my way Well my dream has come true My vision has come true I'm a product Of my environment So don't blame me, i just work here But i want to fuck it up My rights are denied by Those least qualified Trading profit for pride But it's okay Everything's backwards In americana my way My nightmare has come true My nightmare has come true Yeah, it's all coming true |
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| 13. |
| 8:10 |
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See the way the wind blows
Lives are intertwined Watch the way the world goes The man deals out our plight Jester in the corner Laughs without a sound Jester in the corner Malady abounds In our souls See the way the sun sets Twilight of this life The man is making little bets Playing with our lives All that I believe now Anything is possible A simple explanation For the evil in this world And in our souls In our souls Come down to sorry and sable It's always the man Always keeping you down Bow down cause I see it before me Shadow and light That always keeps you running Shut up you talk too much Pay the man Shut up you talk too much Look at you and your struggle for freedom But you ain't nothing We all pay the man for living Wouldn't it be nice for a change now To be unchained My life if for me now But this is life Pay the man Shut up you talk too much Pay the man Shut up you talk too much Pay the man |
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| 14. |
| 1:03 |
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Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly For a white guy. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis. You know it's kind of hard Just to get along today. Our subject isn't cool, But he fakes it anyway. He may not have a clue; And he may not have style. But everything he lacks Well he makes up in denial. So don't debate, a player straight You know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world needs wannabe's. So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly For a white guy. He needs some cool tunes Not just any will suffice. But they didn't have Ice Cube So he bought Vanilla Ice. Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass. But if he looks twice They're gonna kick his lily ass. So don't debate, a player straight You know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world loves wannabe's. So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing Now he's getting a tattoo. Yeah he's gettin' ink done. He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'. Friends say he's trying too hard And he's not quite hip. But in his own mind He's the, he's the dopest trip. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis. So don't debate, a player straight You know he really doesn't get it anyway. He's gonna play the field, and keep it real. For you no way, for you no way. So if you don't rate, just overcompensate. At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake. The world needs wannabe's. Oh the world loves wannabe's. So let's get some more wannabe's. And (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing. |
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