I don't miss where I came from But each night I dream about being back home When I wake up in the morning I'm too tired, tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown And pick me out a little piece of ground Where I can prove something to the world I can prove something to the world
Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer X2
Daddy put us in the truck and Dropped us off and said good luck, then One lucky kid waiting for the bus Made a winner out of one of us
Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer X2
Going down by the railroad tracks, where People know that they better not relax I'm the man, baby, I am the man This is where I can make you understand
Souljacker can't get my soul Ate my carcass in a black manhole Souljacker can't get my soul He can shoot me up full of bullet holes But the souljacker can't get my soul
Souljacker can't get my soul Left my carcass with the worms and moles Souljacker can't get my soul He can hang my neck from the old flagpole But the souljacker can't get my soul
going to your funeral and feeling I could scream everything goes away driving down the highway through the perfect sunny dream a perfect day for perfect pain
look at all the people with the flowers in their hands they put the flower on the box that’s holding all the sand that was... that was once... that was once you
Honolulu hurricane I knew that you were not insane living in the insane world smiling like it’s no big deal scrabby wounds that never heal the woman was only a girl
look at all the people with their heads down in their hands when everything I’m feeling makes it hard to understand that, uh what I need to miss... It’s what I need to miss... is you
going to your funeral and I’m feeling like a fool no one’s gonna take the blame thinking about the days of hanging out behind the school everything goes away
Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand And then she finally gave birth Years go by, still I don't know Who shall inherit this earth And no one will know my name until it's on the stone
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Waking up with an ugly face Winston Churchill in drag Looking for new maternal embrace Another tired old gag Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Father Theresa, you can't make me into you I never wanna be like you Why can't you see, it's me You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your door bell... in hell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...
Everyone loves you Nobody cares An awful collection Of enemies and friends Congratulations to you With sad regrets I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
The psychic pain Of living in this world Is overwhelming me Again and again A beautiful afternoon Inside you in your bed I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
Nobody loves you Everyone cares None of them know what's Coming 'round the bend Congratulations to me Many happy returns I'm tired of the old shit Let the new shit begin
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear And i'm a little too late By three or four years And it may not make much sense Now that we are apart But i'm going to stop pretending That i didn't break your heart
You see i never thought enough of myself To realize that losing me could mean Something like the tears in your eyes And i want to tell you i'm sorry And it's too late to start But i'm going to stop pretending That i didn't break your heart
And it's christmas eve Years down the line Sitting here wishing i'd treated you better When you were mine And i have no way of knowing where you are But i'm going to stop pretending That i didn't break your heart
I didn't mean to hurt you I didn't know what i was doing But i know what i have done
Miss o'malley didn't mean what she said Got a heart but a head full of lead She can dream but she never can do it You're alright and you're gonna get through it
People spend their days Trying to find new ways To put you down all over town But they're not fit To lick your boots
Nothing harder to watch Than an englishman Trying to cry Even if he can He can dream but he never can do it Saying you -- you're the one that blew it
People spend their days Trying to find new ways To put you down all over town But they're not fit To lick your boots
The Feeling of understanding is very rare For someone like me it's hard to find Somebody to care She's got a way about her Changes everything She's got a way about her She's my sweet lil' thing
Making love with her indie rock Playing on the stereo Holding hands going down the road When she drives me home She's got a magic about her Makes me want to sing She's got a magic about her She's my sweet lil' thing
Spent the day lying in her bed My nose against hers Later we went for a drive Didn't know where we were Man I never felt so alive
Nobody gets the girl But baby I do Nobody gets me either But she sees through She's got a glow around her Shines on everything She's got a glow around her She's my sweet lil' thing
3년 전 [Daisies Of The Galaxy]이후로 일즈(Eels)가 새로운 팬층을 만들기 위해서는 이런 앨범이 필요했을지 모른다. 어쩌면 데뷔 앨범 [Beautiful Freak] 이후 처음이다. 일즈 팬들이 자신의 우상을 주변인들에게 전파하고자 마음먹었을 때 사라고 옆구리 찌를 수 있는 혹은 음원을 돌릴 수 있는, 일즈에 입문하는데 유용한 요소를 고루 갖춘 기본서 말이다. 일즈의 다섯 번째 정규앨범 [Shootenanny!]은 Mr. E가 제시하는 <novocain for the Newcomers>일 수 있다. 바꿔 말해, [Shootenanny!]를 들으면 다른 일즈 앨범에 접근함에 있어 어려움이 거의 없을 것이며, 다른 앨범을 이미 접해본 이라면 딱히 새로움이나 참신함을 찾지 못할 것...