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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Well I was talking to a mirror image of what supposedly was to be me
And the eyes and the nose and the insignificant clothes supported the testimony He said you're doing fine you know You've got an okay mind you know And I would hate to see you throw it away You'd better hold on! Hold on! Hold on! I was telling him I was a bit fatigued about my life both present and past and when I recalled my thoughts of ending it all with an overdose of gas He said you're doing fine you know You've got an okay mind you know And I would hate to see you throw it away You'd better hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
(Surf City, here come the sharks)
(Surf City, here come the sharks) Ah! Surfin' And the sea is under me (Surf City, here come the sharks) (Surf City, here come the sharks) Ah! Surfin' And the sea is under me (Surf City, here come the sharks) (Surf City, here come the sharks) I thought surfin' was my life (Surf City) I thought surfin' was my life (Surf City) Surfin's not my... Ah! Racin' I can hear my tires scream (Dodge City, here comes the lights) (Dodge City, here comes the lights) Ah! Racin' I can hear my tires scream (Dodge City, here comes the lights) (Dodge City, here comes the lights) I thought racin' was my life (Dodge City) I thought racin' was my life (Dodge City) Racin's not my... Life (Hey whitey, here come the spades) (Hey whitey, here come the spades) Ah! Fightin' There's a dude that I must beat (Hey whitey, here come the spades) (Hey whitey, here come the spades) Ah! Fightin' There's a dude that I must beat (Hey whitey, here come the spades) (Hey whitey, here come the spades) I thought fightin' was my life (Hey whitey) I thought fightin' was my life (Hey whitey) Fightin's not my... Surf City, here comes the sharks Dodge City, here comes the lights Hey whitey, here come the spades Hey whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey Ah! See me I conceive it's me I see (Look pretty, here comes yourself) (Look pretty, here comes yourself) Ah! See me I conceive it's me I see (Look pretty, here comes yourself) (Look pretty, here comes yourself) I thought being was my life (Look pretty) I thought being was my life (Look pretty) Being is my... Ah! Life Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
She's a dancer
And she sparkles and she shines. She's an attractor Oh she loves to wine and dine. They say she's a lady, But I just don't know Alright, I like the way she moves Alright, I like the way she moves Alright She's a dancer And all the boys have fun. They attract her And she keeps them on the run. They say she's a lady, But I have my doubts. Alright, I like the way she moves Alright, I like the way she moves Alright When I look into her eyes I can see through his disguise Oh, am I surprised When I look into her eyes I can see through his disguise Oh, am I surprised He's a dancer And he sparkles and he shines. He's a attractor Oh he loves to wine and dine. They say he's a lady, Oh yes I know Alright, I like the way he moves Alright, I like the way he moves Alright, I like the way he moves Alright |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Oh, dad, what will we do?
I got another letter from Ronnie's teacher at school. She said, it's almost cruel None of the other kids thinks Ronnie's cool. The guys think he's a queer because he doesn't drink beer or watch football. And all the little girls stay away because he's just too fat, A fat little brat Chorus: I guess we need robots for Ronnie A stainless steel group of chums Robots for Ronnie A boy and a girl Maybe an aluminum cat Every day he's in his room He doesn't lock the door because he knows it's really no use I mean, nobody's even been up there If Ronnie were to blow up, I don't think anyone would care He doesn't brush his teeth because he never talks to no one. He doesn't wipe his feet because he's never coming in. Comin in? Repeat chorus We can talk about the old days, With parties and dances and leads in class plays; But all of the memories he'll have Are plugging in a friend and shining up a cat. Repeat chorus |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
When the summer night has changed its warmer breezes to the icy cold of silent winter freezes, will you be there?
When the flowers in the windows of the neighbors start to bow their frozen heads and to leave us, will I see you there? Chorus: Will you stand by me against the cold night, Or are you afraid of the ice? Afraid of the ice? Ice. When the waters of the roaring ocean bring a chilling feeling and the beach is closing, are you near me? When the cloudy skies are blocking out the sun and suddenly your nose has begun to run, do you still hear me? Repeat chorus Will you stand by me against the cold Will you stand by me against the cold Will you stand by me against the cold Ice |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Take a ride to the other side of the town
Your eyes are open wide, look around And find out where you're going Social lady is a lawnchair wife, With a new hairstyle, and a different life Sleeps alone in her bed at night. Chorus: I don't have a tie To wear to your affair I don't have a tie to wear. I don't have a tie To wear to your affair I don't have a tie to wear. Take a ride to the other side of the town Your eyes are open wide, look around And find out where you're going Heavy Mary has to dance alone Till her weekend man comes to take her home Mary's ready, but she has to say no. Repeat chorus Oh, play children Play the game for free Oh, play children Play the game for free Take a ride to the other side of the town Your eyes are open wide, look around And find out where you're going Give a hand to your favorite son When he tries to walk and you make him run, Run son Repeat chorus |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Oh, I could be a hero
I could be a lover of a thousand movie queens I could be a hero I could be anything Caught in the sunrise And I'm blinded by the light Caught in the moonrise And I'm blinded by the night Chorus: Fall asleep in the afternoon How do you know? Fall asleep in the May of June How do you, how do you, how do you, how do you know? How do you know? Bored in the city And I'm trampled by the street. Bored in the country And I'm trampled by the heat. Repeat chorus Bad dreams never stay too long, They always go away by the break of day. So, just sleep when things go wrong, They go away, leave with the day. Repeat chorus Sleep is night begins my day Dreams are real and near is away I close my mind off from the light My day is sleep begins by night All those stories in my head Come to life atop by bed I doze my mind off from the light My day is sleep begins by night Oh, I could be a hero I could be a lover of a thousand movie queens I could be a hero I could be anything, anything in my dreams. |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
You're semi-macho till the sun goes down
Just like the Wolfman you want to stay around The pressure builds with every drop off the chart you take You'd like to stop but you've only just started to make it Your doctor says that you've got to give it up Your wife she says that she's had about enough Turn up the music cause you're loosing the words Turn up the bottle cause you're loosing your nerve YOU'RE IN POPTOWN HONEY YOU'RE IN POPTOWN HONEY YOU'RE IN POPTOWN HONEY THE SUN ALWAYS SHINES ON YOU The papers say you're sounding better than ever you'd like to tell someone but they've all left ya It doesn't matter cause you're back on top And now you swear that you'll never ever drop again Repeat chorus |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
I'm living with the lights on
I'm gonna keep my house warm I'm gonna drive a big car All around the town I'm living with the lights on I'm living with the lights on I'm gonna smoke my cigarettes Don't care about the big jets I'm gonna fill my big car up With gas, gas, gas, gas, gas I'm living with the lights on I'm living with the lights on I'm talking with the Russians I'm gonna make all the friends I can I'm gonna have a good time 'Cause I don't believe you |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Oh how they look when we are walking down the street
I know they wish that they could change places with me They see my suit they see my blue Mercedes Benz They see Miss January's more than just a friend I don't believe them When they tell me life is more than Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin deep I live in Hollywood cause it's my kind of town I watch the tourists taking pictures of my house I keep a dozen girls to lie around the pool I get my kicks from watching other people drool I don't believe them When they tell me life is more than Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin deep Oh how they look when we are walking down the street I know they wish that they could change places with me They try to see my life as shallow and depraved But any one of them would love to be this way I don't believe them When they tell me life is more than Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin deep |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
When we're dancing on the lawn
Pink flamingos on the lawn White music in the street White music in the street When we're swimming in the pool Pink flamingo barbeque White music before dark White music before dark Take it like it is No blues, no beat Take it like it is No roots, it's just neat To play white music in the street When the band plays at the club Pink flamingos country club White music for dessert White music after work Take it like it is No blues, no beat Take it like it is No roots, it's just neat To play white music in the street |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Don't tell your mother I'm here
Don't tell your mother I'm here Don't tell your mother I'm here tonight She thinks I'm like all the rest She thinks I'm gonna take you downstairs and get the best of you Don't tell your father I'm here tonight He doesn't like me too much He thinks I'm gonna get away with a little too much of you But it's all right Parents are all alike They want an All American Boy An All American Boy Someone they can trust with their All American Girl I think that they know that I'm here with you Your daddy's coming downstairs He's gonna tell me to stay very far away from you It doesn't matter what you tell them now I've seen this happen before I'm not exactly what they have in mind or in store for you |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Cindy I don't want to catch you in his car
Cindy you don't have to play with me no more All the boys are telling stories about you I don't want to hear no stories about you Cindy you don't have to run around any more Cindy you don't have to prove to me that you can score When you dance with the boys in the street Can't you see that it's tearing me apart Hot Razors in my Heart Heart Hot Razors in my Heart Cindy you don't have to make me crawl no more We can make it better than it was before Tell the boys you belong to me Tell them anything but stop this bleeding in my heart Hot Razors in my Heart Heart Hot Razors in my Heart |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
She's no fun anymore
She's no fun anymore I can tell that there's something wrong 'cause she's no fun anymore She walks lightly They meet nightly They talk lighly so I don't wake up And catch her in his arms She says oh no, you're so wrong She says oh no, you're so wrong Suspicion, it's got the best of me Suspicion, it's got the best of me She won't rock with me She won't roll with me She's been rollin' all night I can tell by the way she walks He's a big, big man He's a big, big man He's much bigger than me I can tell by the way she walks Repeat chorus |
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from Crack The Sky - White Music (1998)
Sing songs of Soviet sons
Hear the screaming of the midnight guns Send your children to America Where they can live like kings Sing songs of Soviet sons Hear the rain and the soldiers run Send your family to America Where they can live in peace Daddy don't you know It's no different anywhere Daddy don't you know We love it here Daddy you're a fool If you believe Those stories of a better world across the sea Oh, no, we're staying here We're staying Sing songs of Soviet sons Wipe the tears of the frozen ones Keep your family close to you And you can live like kings Sing songs of Soviet sons |
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