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| 2:39 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:53 | 
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On my way from work, I'm on the 80 bus,
It's crowded as hell, someone's raising up a fuss, Shove past an old man and take the last free spot, I lean back in my bucket seat and check out what I've got, Sparkle in my eye, smile on my face, Slicked back hair, gotta keep up with the pace, Cheap smelling perfume is drifting here and there, I open up a window 'cause it's really hard to bear All I need is a look in my direction, Take another peek at a wonderful complection, All this stress makes me suffer indigestion Hey, won't you notice, spend a moment in reflection You'll always find me hanging around, Playing pool at Gert's and drinking 'till I drown, A leisure suit, I can't get dusty, Karaoke mic, you know my singing's rusty, Friday night is here, and I'm on the move, Fall down some stairs, and roll me up a dube, Rev up the engine of my shiny Trans-am, I guess I never realized that I'm my only fan You'll always find me hanging around, Playing pool at Gert's and drinking 'till I drown, A leisure suit, I can't get dusty, Karaoke mic, you know my singing's rusty |
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| 2:17 |
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You sleep all day, and you sleep all night,
You're all busted up, 'cause you got in a fight, You can't keep your job, 'cause you can't work straight, You try to pick fights, when you show up late You get hostile when you're loaded, Your ability to tolerate is distorted, can't control yourself when you drink, Try to start fights when you forget to think Your eyes are all red, and your nose is broke, You think you're so cool, but you're blowing smoke, You'll wake up tomarrow all battered and brused, But when the night comes around, you'll be ready to cruise |
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| 2:58 |
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I won't change, I don't want to be like you
Why would I want to be like you? The cutouts shout their insults as I'm walking down the hall, Turn around and tell them to 'go back to the shopping mall' I won't change I won't change, I want to be strange Why would I want to be like you? Your comments and oppinions don't mean anything to me I like the way I do things, so don't try to change me |
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| 5. |
| 3:18 |
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Everybody pay attention to what I'm gonna say
I'll tell you my story so you'll understand What it means to be broke, dropped, and fired in one day To wake up in the morning with the feeling that it doesn't matter anyway Once upon a time things were going my way Nothing ever happened that could bring me down Thinking that the good times were always gonna stay But it's been a long time since I've seen a sunny day Living in the burb's, waiting for the repo man To take away my car due to insufficiant funds I got nowhere to go, and my wife just ran away, With my lawyer and my credit cards, but that's ok, They never worked anyway Growing up I listened to my parents as they said: 'Go to school get a job, and then you've got it made' Maybe that formula worked back in their day, But I can tell you brother that a lot of things have changed Looking through the window on to the driveway, Watching for the repo man 24 hours a day, Stepping outside, I raise my .45 Giving up the future for today It never worked anyway, I' m wating for the repo man |
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| 2:32 |
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My girlfriend is a lesbian
Not even bi-sexual Am I just a thespian Acting out Romeo? We cruise chicks together We dress in real fake leather But sometimes the weather, It gets to hot... We can kiss like mothers We can sleep like brothers We can walk like lovers, But thats as far as it goes And so I do not hesitate To hope one day that she turns straight And if that day never comes, Then make me a lesbian |
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| 2:51 |
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I get and nervous and I shy away
When I see her dressed that way She must have problems meeting new people Can't talk to her without seeming lke a creep, oh She's so much cooler than you She's a hipster, she looks fine hep, Just sitting here with my two coffees She smiles at me out of pity But she don't understand what she can't see I guess she's to cool for me |
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| 3:20 |
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I have been saving my money for many a year
Then you sold me out to the cable man, woah, my dear You say you're not guilty, you say you've been telling the truth, But I caught you kissing the other boy and lying is just more proof Get out, get out my baby 'Cause you've been messing with the other boy Take back your second hand records Take back your second hand clothes I'll send you back to your mothers Where you won't cheat anymore You still say you're not guilty You still say you're telling the truth But I caught you messing with many a boy And lying is just more proof Get out, get out my baby Driving me crazy, my lying cheating baby |
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| 9. |
| 3:21 |
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Accusations fly with elements of violence
You're wondering whom to blame for your digraced name You got no reason except for one, just look at what you've done Don't believe what they say Deny all criticism, call it radical activism Suggestions to trivial, solutions to simple Relate to reality, I claim that we're all free Don't listen to what they say It's my decision, not based on any one point of view I decline suggestions and the rumors It's my decision, I'm not worried about which side will lose, Based on odds and all confused Dispel the llegations without any explanation Truth is left unspoken, belief is but a token Understand the issues, don't concede the right to choose Don't follow what they say It's my decision to refuse the opinions Won't accept the standards, or the regulations All the rules that confine won't keep me in line Don't do what they say |
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| 2:39 |
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Shovel the snow off the frozen lake,
I start tying on my brand new skates Shoot the puck with Uncle Gordie He leaves work early 'cause we love hockey When I grow up I want to play in the NHL On the same line with Oleg and his brother Kjell Checking Dougie Gilmour, crack his head Slash Theorin Fleury, hack his legs Uncle Gordie he shoots he scores! My friends ain't all-stars but they're ok, Pick up teams drop the puck and play Skate until dinner, watch the pros on TV Screw my homework 'cause we love hockey |
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| 3:27 |
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He's out on the town wearing black leather pants and a button down
Whistling out of tune, the girls get nervous when he enters the room Scared to get caught in his gaze They've read and heard about his ways Rude, crude and deceitful He's chasing all the girls He's got some real bad lines: 'Hey baby, what's your sign?' Greasy hair, cheap cigars, sittin all alone at the end of the bar Whistling out of tune, the girls get nervous when he enters the room Scared to get caught in his gaze They've read and heard about his ways Rude, crude and deceitful Just one of those people Well, he's hopeless, but hopeful He's rude crude and deceitful - dirty old man |
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| 12. |
| 3:19 |
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Out of control, gotta think fast
Can't let you forget the things in your past It's nothing new, it's a travesty of justice You're still high on the hog you untouchable pricks The truth about you will now be revealed Can't make them pay back, so lets make them feel, The humiliation, degradation, loss of a job The only way to teach these fucks Is to take it from the top Hey, hey now, we're going to take it from the top Shake down the brass, gonna come to a stop Evil Jack bureaucrat looking bad under pressure Need a way out but that's to bad |
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| 3:25 |
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She's so hot
So god damn hot She's dressed to say. whoa, man! She'll give you all she's got So you want to be with her, With someone so fine? She really want a boss man And to have a good time, with you Oh she's a looker She'll really knock you out You've got to keep up with her Or she'll run you down, look out! |
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