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applying moisturizer in the microwave window for the tenth time, he should`ve called me an hour ago would he be here with flowers if i lived in arizona? they say there`s no love left in the big cities, it`s kinda true i guess you`ll find me coming soon to a small town near you i`ll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor fuck this, this can`t be my life i moisturized ten times tonight why can`t i sit down and write, bring this question to light? chorus do you want a lover, or do you want a life? one hand or the other, the butter or the bread knife? do you choose winter, spring, summer, or fall? it`s driving me crazy that i can`t have it all if these walls could talk, they`d probably cry out for mercy `til i`m outlined in chalk, i`ll be romantically thirsty so i drink and drink from the proverbial time sink fuck this, this can`t be my life tears flowing in full force tonight why can`t i sit down and write, bring this question to light? chorus bridge do we hold the future, or does it come in peace? and if it`s in my hands, are you sure it should be in brittle hands like these? life, love, and the pursuit of all the things they promised me can i have all of the above? are the best things in life truly free? chorus |
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> i dont know where were going
but i know weve gone too far and i hope it isnt showing but i think i love you and i cant believe youre leaving just when i let you in and when you had me believing i could feel again i could give a million reasons why we should not be friends our moods change like the seasons when my mood ends your mood begins and youre a tease, youre a cockblocker, youre a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker, but thats okay youll grow up someday chorus youre the pill i never wanted to take an anti-misanthrope mine was the heart i never thought you would break my one hope was that id survive you ive shown up for you in ways that boy never would, but i know youll go back to him and maybe you should, but hope you dont go backwards cuz im going on ahead and one day youll wish that you had stuck with me instead chorus as i wander through union square i remember when you followed me there you were the stalker i kinda wanted to have being your half-boyfriend was only half bad chorus |
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two bodies pressed together
two boys are falling hard the smell of sweat and leather a kinky greeting card crazy about each other we both have fucked up pasts but when we are together we have a fucking blast i wanna be a housewife what's so wrong with that i wanna be a housewife, yeah and that's just where i'm at i'm making guacamole he's working on the car when he grills turkey burgers he knows i like them charred i like to wash the dishes i like to scrub the floors don't mind doing his laundry what are boyfriends for i wanna be a housewife what's so wrong with that i wanna be a housewife, yeah and that's just where i'm at i wanna have his baby i wanna wear his ring he drives me fuckin crazy i am his everything i wanna be a housewife what's so wrong with that i wanna be a housewife, yeah and that's just where i'm at i wanna be a housewife what's so wrong with that can't wait 'til he's in my life, yeah cuz we haven't met we haven't met yet we haven't met yet |
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i`m marching to zion a camera in my hand
i hear people cryin` dyin` for this blood- stained land the streets of old jerusalem are lind with souvenirs and those buying them it sounds cold, but i cannot see how this theme park has shaped history *chorus* cuz virgins don;t have babies and water isn`t wine and there`s a holy spirit maybe but she would never rent a room with walls built by mankind mary and mohammed are screaming through the clouds for you to lay your goddamned arms down rip your bigot rotts up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground stand in line patiently to sulercharge your rosary or stuff your prayears inside this wall we once had god cast out from this place they say a prophet floated from here ro outer space am i crazy? maybe it`s me but this all sounds like ythology *chorus* **bridge** zeus was afraid of his girlfriend so he swallowed her in bed then he bore forth athena when they cracked open his head her broter tried to rape her athena got away and when his seed hit the ground the grass gave birth that day now we all freely admit this story`s clearly bullshit no one would lay down their life or start a war for it so throw your stones and pray you`ll be rewarded someday i hope it all goes your way but something tells me no one`s coming to save you no one`s coming to save you no one`s coming to save you save yourselves from turning earth into hell *outro* no one`s coming to save you no one`s coming to save you no one`s coming to save you no one`s coming to save you mary and mohammed are scteaming through the clouds tor you to lay your goddamned arms down rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground |
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the stars are shining so bright
wait—that's just manhattan's light it's been 12 hours since i ate i think i'm finally losing weight mixed up my armor with some knight walkin' home wearing his white i know what you're gonna say no one could love me this way chorus i'm bowlegged and starving, but walkin' home happy let this mark the moment when i felt freedom ring i've got my laptop for pleasure and my guitar for pain love's a buried treasure but i don't need love to feel this way he said i could spend the night i said thanks but that's alright you can paint your number on my face but i'm not into sleeping at someone else's place chorus i'm bowlegged and starving, but walkin' home happy let this mark the moment when i felt freedom ring i've got my laptop for pleasure and my guitar for pain love's a buried treasure but i don't need love to feel this way bridge when brooklyn tossed a bone, it landed in my wishing well took the train for hours to this roach motel sometimes it's worth it, sometimes it's hot sometimes he loves me, sometimes he loves me not chorus i'm bowlegged and starving, but walkin' home happy let this mark the moment when i felt freedom ring i've got my laptop for pleasure and my guitar for pain love's a buried treasure but i don't need love to feel this way |
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> three weeks and counting til hes on his way to france
not a dime in his pocket, but a ticket in his hand hes a cynical bastard, but theres hope in his eyes its been a long time comin, spent a long time runnin from his insides he tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed but nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head he wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in he should have billions of dollars, cuz every assholes put two cents in chorus but he writes the songs and he can say what he wants, yeah, he can be who he wants to and they say hes wrong, but they keep tagging along, yeah, they can leave if they want to and his way will never meet yours hes got the world on his back and watch him take it on all fours 9 out of 10 motherfuckers agree that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty but motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word the idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd chorus bridge and this world will soon be the death of him and his voice will fade away and his jeans will be all thats left of him and theyll wonder if he was okay and the alkiesll say it was drinkin and the preacherll say it was sin and his motherll say he was thinkin only of himself again and the gays they will say it was straight people and the straights will said it was AIDS and hell be in line at the gate people still standing in his way, in his way chorus |
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