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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Call me irresponsible,
Call me unreliable, Throw in undependable too. Do my foolish alibis bore you? Well, I'm not too clever. I just adore you. Call me unpredictable, Tell me I'm impractical, Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue. Call me irresponsible, Yes I'm unreliable, But it's undeniably true I'm irresponsibly mad for you. Call me irresponsible, Yes, I'm unreliable, But it's undeniably true I'm irresponsibly mad for you |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Posing like a statue sitting in my office chair
Typing letters for computer eyes to sorta read drifting like an odor Now I'm blending in with the air I'm becoming more and more of what I've got to be. I'm invisible I'm floating floating past the homes of the Ozzie and Harriets. Past the plans of moving in next door, Cause I'm prepared, I've got it all figured out. Made me out of frosted flakes and television shows. Made me out of frozen shrimp in office party bowls. I metamorphisized cause I have nothing else to do. I'll walk into the crowd to avoid becoming you. I'm invisible I'm fading fading into sacrifice that doesn't stand for anything. Do not disturb this state of unconsciousness. I'm safe in here, becoming part of everyone! |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Secluded in her own confused frustration,
Perpetuated by irrational obligations, She switches emotions that bend to her beliefs, But the duties ahead set forth won't bring relief. So go tail spinning, There goes little Bonnie again, nose diving. There goes little Bonnie again, Having a fit again, having a fit again, having a fit again. There goes little bonnie again. If I were youze I'd move far far far away. She's got her sneaky little games to play. The bonds that bind her see through lies are weak And the tempest is rising in the back of her mind, But I think I've go something caught in my eye. So go tail spinning, There goes little Bonnie again, nose diving. There goes little Bonnie again, Having a fit again, having a fit again, having a fit again. There goes little Bonnie again, watch her spin |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Everything I've got has certain places to go.
A shelf for this and a drawer for that thing. A special something for that special someone, A little room where people leave me alone. Now I'm putting items into their spots. I can fit this lid directly on this box, I will count to ten in alphabetical order. I would buy a uniform if I could afford it. Shut me up with my own screaming, Show me how to be forgiven. I'm sure that there's something missing, But I'd better tend to my own business. Carefully I twist the proper lid on this jar, Reconnection pieces that have fallen apart. Spacing equal inches when I'm setting the table, Removing accumulated lint from my navel. Today I will spend my time renaming the parts Of all the mechanisms listed here on this chart. I've got twenty seconds to absorb all the feelings Of a complicated subject that I'm not finished dealing with. I don't know what I'm talking about, It seems like it's very important. I'm having trouble expressing this concept, Theres something here and I can't ignore it. I know there's something wrong with me |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Wake me up when all my dreams come true,
Cause when I'm staring at you I'm getting crazy too. Babbing softly in my ears What I hear is everybody else has got nothing to do So I'll do anything that you want me to. I wanna rock back'n'forth in the corner with you, to the tune of... First things first gotta lock all the doors, Dragging my face all over the floor. Next we're going to stare into stare into star into space. Carry me home from the company store And let me sing along kneeling down on all fours, And every night we'll howl at the man in the moon. Rocking back'n'forth in the corner with you After climbing the walls playing peek-a-boo. Wasting our time cause we know when the worlds gonna end in the end. All I need is your dribbling lips, Some drooling drips and a sloppy kiss, Cause now I'm rocking back'n'forth in the corner with you, to the tune of... First things first gotta lock all the doors, Dragging my face all over the floor. Next we're gonna stare into stare into stare into space. Crawling all around without any clothes, Sniffing like a dog with a curious nose, And every night we'll howl at the man in the moon, to the tune of... |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
You're not very nice, and you're kinda mean,
I don't like you anymore; you're no fun to be around, Fuck you, you suck, I hate you, get lost, go away, you asshole, you fucker, Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, Always treat me bad, always make me sad, You look like you're mad; I'd like to kick you in the head, Such a grouchy face, bitch all over the place, Never nice at all, put your head right through the wall |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
When I do my job I do it well.
If you want blood just ring Ma Bell. Don't talk to me man I've got a gun, And I don't quite until I'm done. I've only just begun; we'll storm the stadium, Will you let me in, coach? It's just another game show. Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill again. Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill myself. Let me go down with the boys that get to play with all the toys. I'll man these gates and save the farm, cause every fool is someone's star. We're ignorant and blind; my shoes are nicely shined, And I know I can save my soul, somewhere over the rainbow. Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill again. Oh, I am the ugly American, stop my before I kill myself |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Every time I hear it a chill runs down my spine.
You talk about my problems and it's fucking up my mind. You look at me and shake your head and say that I'm not sane, While watching sit-com re-runs is the highpoint of your day. I'm glad to be, so glad to be, I'm glad to be a misfit in your world, In your world, in your world, Cause it's not my world no more. Anytime I talk to you I feel no connection. You hide behind you rules and laws whenever you feel threatened. You look at me and shake your head and make me feel insane, While every fast food jingle jangles 'round inside your brain. I'm glad to be, so glad to be, I'm glad to be a reject in your world, Your world, your world, Cause it's not my world no more. Invite me to your bar-b-q to marvel at your lawnmower. Talk about the weather then get mad at me for yawning. I'm afraid to shake your hand cause you might be contagious. I don't think I really hate you But I can't stand to see myself thru you're empty eyes. You can call me dumb and lazy labeling me as weird And tell me how to straighten out, but I can't even hear ya, Cause I think you should quit your job and take a long vacation, And lock yourself inside your room and take up masturbation, baby. I'm glad to be, so glad to be, I'm glad to be a loser, in your world, Your world, your world, Cause it's not my world no more |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Don't try to make me smile,
Feel like shit with me for a while, Take a little break. So what if I act like a child, Let me crawl to you tonight, cause I'm not gonna stay. Right now I'm feeling okay, But tomorrow is another day, and another face. I'm not sure what is a something But I know that's not what I'm going to be, can't I be replaced. I stay up late every night, to think up ways to do things right, I wanna have it both ways. I get confused about social rules, So I slip between the little holes and that's what I like. What happened to your face, what the fuck did they do to your face. Just take a look at your face, is that your other face, Or is it the one that you misplaced, What happened to your face? Take a real good look at my face, Take a long hard look at my face, cause this is my face, This is my face, this is my face, cause this is my face, yeah |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Once there was a crackdown that made the quotas meet.
Squeezed on through a vacuum tube that stood you on your feet. All the clocks stopped cold today and all the roads were closed, So no one even noticed that the strangers wore new clothes. As you wait for your lobotomy in line. The cranky little clones wet at once and cry. But mommy says it's always better to obey, And the tiny lights burn out more and more every day. The power rich were hung today, and all their subjects shot. So sixty-second saviors slipped a slug in every slot. Bullyragging sermonettes scorned the conquered creeps, When everyone's applause dies down you'll stand upon your feet again |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I sat down in the waiting room, gagging thick with cheap perfume
And all of the sudden I lost my point of view. I felt like standing up and screaming above the roar of voices Speaking about their daily nonsensical senseless la-dee-da's. I think I must be the only one, who is so disgusted and miserable, I'm sick of being a human being. I wanna crawl on the ground like I'm a worm, or be an infectious germ, I'm sick of being a human being. Turn me into something new and let me live inside the zoo. Feed me balanced meals by the clock, tick tock tick tock. I'll fling my shit at freckled faces and screech and bounce around In spaces specifically designed to imitate my natural habitat |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I realized that you were no missing person,
By the noose that you wore around your neck. Purplish rings and pale cheeks surrounded melancholy eyeballs. It was clear to see that you, like me, Were waiting for the world to stop Because you wanted to get off where I wanted to get off. And I just keep on getting lost. But I don't know, nowhere to go Cause I'm in trouble now, and everything's confusing me. I'm fucked up and I'm climbing the walls again. I'm fucked up and I feel like giving in again, The situation is tearing me in two. In the dayroom glaring and grinding your teeth I had to ask you "what the fuck". I had to know what you found inside That made you wanna take another step inside. That made you want to take another step in. It was clear to see that you and me had just about enough of being born. So now we're heading for the door but it's different than before, This time I feel something more. And now I know just where to go, But I'm in trouble now and everyone is telling me I'm fucked up, and I'm getting the chills again I'm fucked up hanging on by my teeth again The situation is all because of you |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
My baby thought that I'd be the perfect spouse we left for work from our white suburban house and then she chewed up fifty tablets of valium (yummy yummy in the tummy) The food chain and I have a tedious relationship enslaving me so now I'm dying to exist but then at dawn ya gotta do it all over again (and again and again and again) I'm a maladaptive function of the wealth of nations I wont be a factory handyman workin on a lifetime plan I'm in the non-productive division of the profit motive I'm a deadbeat, a loser, a parasitic user (a moocher, a cop-out, a wimpy gutted limp dick) A fateful shadow seems to follow us all as human beings, did we descend from apes or evolve from a Big Machine does mechanized behavior provide us with what we really need (what we really need as human beings) What are we doing with a statue of liberty is there anybody out there who can still think critically, you're just all suckers but now you wanna suck up my soul (I sold my soul) You don't think for a second that I'm not the only one the repetitive monotony that you accept has turned you numb your vulgar antidotes won't lure me towards and assembly line life it's my intention to defend my violation
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
It's got three heads and a singular mission that gobbles up everybody's ambition, your questions stem from an error in playschool and now you're spinning around like a turd in a whirlpool, and sometimes you'll sit in a concrete pit until you realize that the monster's full of shit, there's something wrong with the terrible monster that lives inside my head
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Bonnie's in the playpen thinking of her weekend,
Wondering, pondering, wondering, pondering, Why time flies time flies when you're having fun. Bonnie's in the playpen thinking up a reason, Wondering, pondering, wondering, pondering, Why she cannot work at all next week. Bonnie's in the playpen blaming me to no end, Ragging and nagging and ragging, and nagging, About her job, her life, and her selfish friends. She's a whipping sand in my face and said That I'm a disgrace she's working hard these days She'll never change her ways But that doesn't give her the right to start up a fight so Get up! Get out! Bonnie's in the playpen plotting out her revenge Thinking of ways and thinking of ways To get time off her job to kick my ass |
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I know people, who have a lot to say, while little Mr. Know-it-all sucks the thumb shoved up his ass, I know people, I see them every day, They criticize the life you live when they can't have their way, (chorus) His guts are moving in the wrong way, he shits a lot with his pants on, he'd steal a rotten donut that was soaking in a bucket of snot, His ass is moving thru the grinder his balls are nailed to the wall he's eating shit coming and going but he's always standing 10 feet tall,(/chorus) I know people, who've never learned too much, they say they have one life to live, but thinking takes too much, I know people, you're the people, I know people who like to bitch and moan,the blind will try to lead the blind... then they poke you in the eyes.. ouch, (chorus) I know people, and they know me, I know them, they know me and I know them, and they know me
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Everyone tries to pull you their way then somebody tries to pull you back, they wanna fill your head with bull shit they wanna make you see the facts making rules for you to follow telling lies to keep you stuck, how much more are you gonna swallow, aren't you gonna tell'em to get fucked, Everybody with a point of view tries to shove it down your throat, everything is up to you analyze the beliefs you hold, people wanna turn you into something, into something you're not, something that you'll never be, something that you don't want. Don't let these fuckers drive you crazy, don't let'em make you think that you're wierd, they wanna be like you, the sight of you makes them aware, reject their stagnant opinions, they see in black and white, don't think about the words that hurt you, you know what's wrong and right
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
The cowards corresponding with some men, the blabbermouth is singing songs again, they're blowing little smoke rings up my ass, I'll whistle do-re-mi and blow'em back. I never had a problem with'em pissing in the wind, or crawling out from underneath the bed I'm sleeping in, they're cooking accusations up to get their little kicks, they're gonna drive me berserk
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Stooping in the morning picking up the garbage, littering her green lawn, Susan does her busywork thinking that it's valuable, yacking at the phone. Flipping through the channels, screaming at the wallpaper, waiting for tomorrow underneath the shady trees, flip-flopping with K-mart ease, clutching sugar that she borrowed. Good morning future homemakers of America, Oh Mrs. Dishrag won't you kiss me? Susan's going crazy now dreaming about movie stars featured in her magazines rearranging furniture wishing she was manager of her local Walgreens. Pondering the growth of mold sitting on her toilet bowl thinking about slitting her wrists diving through the window and yelling at a paperboy who doesn't even know she exists. Oh Calgon take me away
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
The whole thing was stupid, I could see it in her hair, after I licked her in the ladies room she told me that she never got off, she asked me what I thought of her boobs and then she said she wanted Chinese food, rambled a lot without nothing to say and showed me all the crap in her stupid bag. I told her that I'd keep in touch but I didn't mean I'd hold her hand, she asked me what I wanted out of life as I kept my eyes on her little ass jumpin around in my head, I can't seem to clear my thoughts, I could get laid I suppose but what kind of choice is that. The whole thing was stupid, but she didn't seem to care, I wondered about the meaning of life and why the fuck she wanted to screw me, sat on her couch and stared at the tube, pawed at her crotch while she gave me a lube after awhile we had nothing to do so she showed me all the stuff in her stupid room
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
Gadget gadget gotta get that little gadget, I had one once I really knew it well, can't remember where I was when I last had it but if I did I'd never tell. Basketcase, she left me hypnotized basketcase, she left me crucified basketcase, she left me stupefied basketcase, That little plastic thing was in my pocket, it's sitting right next to the phone, it broke in pieces cause I always dropped it, I feel like I got broken bones, I watched my next door neighbor through my window, she dropped a pink thing on my lawn, she used to work the winos at the peepshow, I went to pick it up at dawn
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I can see your wishy-washy heads bob up and down, you'll never deny it cause you know what I'm talking about, just passing thru till you start growing up, and when you sing along it's just like getting drunk. You block everything everything everything out you lost everything everything everything now. Well you deny the things you say you think you do but you're probably wrong it's just a phase that you're going thru, and in a coupla years when you're screaming at your own little kids, I hope these words come back and kick you in the head. You know who you are and you know what I'm talking about, you know who you are and you know what I'm talking about
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I'm really getting sick of hesitating can't sit and wait for everything to change, now I don't know where the hell I'm going but it's gonna be a lot better than where I've been. Now I don't know where I'm runnin to or where I'm coming from, Now I don't care I'll run you over to get from here to get to there. Don't take this personally I know you disagree get the fuck out of my way, I mean this seriously you better listen to me I'm free today
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from The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005)
I may live in the tiny world inside my tiny head,
And if I change my mind about things I know that I will change it again. Then I evaluate the processes of the modern world, Hoping this evaluation thing moves quick enough to make things work. Macromutations, is a major morphological change Produced by a single homoerotic genetic monstrosity, The material basis of all the boys and girls Who'll change your world will mutate And merge till they save the world. I juggled around the variables and found them incomplete; I looked at all the data now I know That I'm better off just taking a guess. We just go through the motions, mostly without a clue Trying to rub our stomachs in a circle While we pat our head with our hands. The world isn't flat anymore. You're sitting on a time bomb, You're a ticking time bomb, You're living on a time bomb, You're a living time bomb |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I went to a party at the local county jail,
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail. But the guys were indiscreet, They were brawling in the street. At the local dance at the local county jail. Well the band were playing, And the booze began to flow. But the sound came over on the police car radio. Down at precinct 49, Having a tear-gas of a time. Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail. Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal, Its a shame these slugs ain't real. But we cant have dancing at the local county jail. Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail. And for miles around, You could hear the sirens wail. Theres a rumor going round death row, That a fuse is gonna blow. At the local hop at the local county jail. Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets, Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets. I love to hear those convicts squeal, Its a shame these slugs ain't real. But we cant have dancing at the local county jail. Well we don't understand why you called in the National Guard, When uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard, We all got balls and weights, Some got balls and chains, At the local dance at the local county jail. Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I see trees of green, red roses too,
I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night, And I think to myself what a wonderful world. The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do, They're really thinking I hate you. I hear babies crying, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll never know And I think to myself what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny
Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three (One, two, three, four!) I wanted to be a spaceman That's what I wanted to be But now that I am a spaceman Nobody cares about me Hey mother fuck Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is all she ever say to me I wanted to make a good run I wanted to go to the moon I knew that it had to be fun I told 'em to send me real soon I wanted to be a spaceman I wanted to be it so bad But now that I am a spaceman I'd rather be back on the pad Hey mother fuck Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is all you ever say to me 'Round and around and around and around and around (So bring me back down) 'Round and around and around and around and around Safe on the ground Hey what the fuck, Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is all you ever say to me, yeah |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Say it's alright
If you really love me It's my life And I really wanted you that night Was about to break If I could just take off my pants Time is not to waste We couldn't let it slide through our hands When my heart called You answered me When I was lonely You were there for me There's no rules in love Can't you see? No rules in love For you and me No rules in love Walking through the streets The echo of our footsteps in time In between the beats Tell me that you'll always be mine I really want to trust you Like I'm ready to? I've been waiting so long And I never refused There's no rules in love Can't you see? No rules in love For you and me No rules in love All my life, been living on the same dreams Sometimes they seemed so real All my love I held deep inside me I wanted to feel I want to fuckin' feel Yeah I wonder What you're doing tonight I can see you laughing at me As I closed my eyes There's no rules in love Can't you see? No rules in love For you and me No rules in love (no rules in love) No rules in love (no rules in love) No rules in love (no rules in love) No rules in love (no rules in love) No rules in love |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I ain't got no home
No place to roam I ain't got a home No place to roam I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home I got a voice And I love to sing I can sing like a bird And I can sing like a frog I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo I ain't got a man I ain't got a son I ain't got a daughter I ain't got no one I'm a lonely frog I ain't got a home Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo I ain't got no money I ain't got a holder I ain't got no sister Not even a brother I'm a lonely fuck I ain't got a home What you sayin' to me, What you sayin' to me What you sayin' to me What you sayin' to me, I'm a lonely fuck, Ain't got a home. Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Crave communication
See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation Do you feel him, the cold vibration 'Cause a man everywhere, produce a crazy science fiction creation And I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man And I say oooh, oooh I'm a loser And I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man I lost my mind I lost my life I lost my soul Babe, it's a magic station Where we live what we do with our magic from my generation And I say babe, it's not a vision It's reality, this is a robot scene what we live in. And I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man And I say oooh, oooh I'm a loser I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man I lost my mind I lost my life I lost my soul And I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man And I say oooh, oooh I'm a loser I say oooh, oooh I'm a robot man And I say oooh, oooh I'm a loser [x2] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
She said I'm sorry baby I'm
Leaving you tonight I found someone new he's Waitin' in the car outside Ah honey how could you do it We swore each other everlasting love She said well yeah I know but when We did - there was one thing we weren't Really thinking of and that's money Money changes everything Money, money changes everything We think we know what we're doin' That don't mean a thing It's all in the past now Money changes everything They shake your hand and they smile And they buy you a drink They say we'll be your friends We'll stick with you till the end Ah but everybody's only Looking out for themselves And you say well who can you trust I'll tell you it's just Nobody else's money Money changes everything Money changes everything We think we know what we're doin' We don't pull the strings It's all in the past now Money changes everything Money changes everything Money changes everything We think we know what we're doing We don't know a thing It's all in the past now Money changes everything Money changes everything Money changes everything |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting anyone And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change I've been stranded in the combat zone I ate a piece of Styrofoam, I rode my motorcycle in the rain And you told me not to drive But I made it home alive So you said that only proves that I'm insane You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right Remember how I found you there Alone in your electric chair I told you dirty jokes until you smiled You were lonely for a man I said take me as I am Cause you might enjoy some madness for awhile Now think of all the years you tried to Find someone to satisfy you I might be as crazy as you say If I'm crazy then its true That its all because of you And you wouldn't have me any other way You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the lights Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right You may be wrong for all I know, But you may be right. [x4] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Heartbeat, why do you miss
When my baby kisses me? Heartbeat, why does your love kiss Stay in my memory? Pittery-pat. I know that new love thrills me. I know that true love will be. Heartbeat, why do you miss When my baby kisses me? Pittery-pat. I know that new love thrills me. I know that true love will be Heartbeat, why do you skip When my baby's lips meet mine? Heartbeat, why do you flip Then give me a skip each time? Pittery-pat. Sing to me love's story Bring to me love's glory. Heartbeat, why do you miss When my baby kisses me? |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I've got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too" I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do Oh it's in color Your hair is brown Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds You've got me turning up and turning down And turning in and turning 'round, I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I've got your picture, I've got your picture I'd like a million of them all round my cell I want the doctor to take a picture So I can look at you from inside as well You've got me turning up and turning down And turning in and turning 'round I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women No fun, no sin, no sun, no wonder it's dark Everyone around me is a total stranger Everyone avoids me like a pantie sniffer, everyone That's why I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese (turning Japanese) [x8] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Chewy, Chewy, Chewy.....
Always got a mouthful of such sweet things to say Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Chewy's full of sugar and I love her that way Ooh I love to kiss her Love to hold her Love to miss her Love to scold her Love to love her like I do. Oh little Chewy Don't know what you're doing to me But you're doing to me what I want you to. Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Every time you love me it's a real sugar treat Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Love me little chewy cause you do it so sweet Ooh I love to kiss her Love to hold her Love to miss her Love to scold her Love to love her like I do. Oh little Chewy Don't know what you're doing to me But you're doing to me what I want you to. Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Baby a living box of candy wrapped up so very fine Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Do it to me chewy chew me out of my mind. Ooh I love to kiss her Love to hold her Love to miss her Love to scold her Love to love her like I do. Oh little Chewy Don't know what you're doing to me But you're doing to me what I want you to |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I'm her yesterday man
Well my friends that's what I am I'm her yesterday man Well my friends that's what I am That's what I am, her yesterday man Please tell me something have you met an angel Someone too lovely to live on earth Well yesterday I thought I met an angel but She wasn't worth but she seemed to be worth Oh, what a fool I have been Boy, I was sure taken in. Yeah, I'm her yesterday man Well my friends that's what I am I'm her yesterday man Well my friends that's what I am That's what I am, her yesterday man Get some of the good kind and some of the bad kind Some of the others are in between But all that I can say she is the worse kind Well I think you know what I mean And yet for all that I say I take the bad any day Now I'm her yesterday man Well my friends that's what I am I'm her yesterday man Well my friends that's what I am That's what I am, her yesterday man |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Some folks like water
Some folks like wine But I like the taste Of straight strychnine You may think it's funny That I like this stuff But once you've tried it You can't get enough Wine is red Poison is blue Strychnine is good For what's ailin' you [x2] If you listen to what I say You'll try strychnine some day Make you jump, it'll make you shout It'll even knock you out Some folks like water Some folks like wine But I like the taste Of straight strychnine Strychnine (hey, hey) [x4] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Heartbeat, why do you miss
When my baby kisses me? Heartbeat, why does your love kiss Stay in my memory? Pittery-pat. I know that new love thrills me. I know that true love will be. Heartbeat, why do you miss When my baby kisses me? Pittery-pat. I know that new love thrills me. I know that true love will be Heartbeat, why do you skip When my baby's lips meet mine? Heartbeat, why do you flip Then give me a skip each time? Pittery-pat. Sing to me love's story Bring to me love's glory. Heartbeat, why do you miss When my baby kisses me? |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Every night I see you walk
Walking by, walking by You hold your head so close to hers I could cry, yeah, I could cry I want to be that girl tonight Girl tonight, girl tonight How much more can I take Before I go crazy, oh yeah How much more heartbreak Before I go crazy, oh yeah Love's in your eyes It makes me cry Why isn't it me? She's looking good Just like I would If it could be me How much more can I take Before I go crazy, oh yeah How much more heartbreak Before I go crazy, oh yeah |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
Doing anything my radio advised With every one of those late night stations Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver When the fuckin' thing broke 'cause it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe They really think we're getting out of control Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I want to make them wish they'd never seen me Some of my friends sit around every evening And they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference And the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it It's only inches on the reel-to-reel And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools Tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio Radio, radio [x8] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Teen riot structure, ankle deep in fear
Babies lost in bellies and the oracle can't hear A demon angel demi-god Blasted through the night Me and Lucy Lightning holding on real tight An ancient Lord in wonder rung upon my bell I fed him with my nightmares And he ate my dreams as well All London was in blazes burning to the sound Of deep galactic tragedies In stereophonic sound A tempest teen of stature In Gatsby hat and cloak Licked upon my lollipop, But I didn't get the joke As devastation mounted My wardrobes almost burned The teens held hands on shifting sands And wonder what they learnt Structure, Teen riot structure [x4] [fades out] |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
West side, east side
Little Willy, Willy wears the crown, he's the king around town Dancing, glancing Willy drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy shuffle down Way past one, and feeling alright 'Cause with little Willy round they can last all night Hey down, stay down, stay down down 'Cause little Willy, Willy won't go home But you can't push Willy round Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willy, Willy won't go home Up town, down town Little Willy, Willy drives them wild with his run-around style Inside, outside Willy sends them silly with his star-shine shimmy shuffle smile Mama done chase Willy down through the hall But laugh, Willy laugh, he don't care at all Hey down, stay down, stay down, down 'Cause little Willy, Willy won't go home But you can't push Willy round Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willy, Willy won't go home Little Willy, Willy won't Willy won't, Willy won't Little Willy, Willy won't Willy won't, Willy won't Little Willy, Willy won't Willy won't, Willy won't Little Willy, Willy won't Willy won't, Willy won't Little Willy, Willy won't go home But you can't push Willy round Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willy, Willy won't go home Little Willy, Willy won't go home But you can't push Willy round Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willy, Willy won't go home |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Magic, moments,
When two hearts are carin', Magic, moments, Memories we've been sharin'... I'll never forget the moment we kissed, The night of the hayride, The way that we hugged to try to keep warm, While takin' a sleigh ride. Magic, moments, Memories we've been sharin', Magic, moments, When two hearts are carin'... Time can't erase the memory of, These magic, moments, Filled with love! Whistling... The telephone call that tied up the line, For hours and hours, The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve, To send you some flowers. Magic, moments, Memories we've been sharin', Magic, moments, When two hearts are carin'... Time can't erase the memory of, These magic, moments, Filled with love! The way that we cheered, Whenever our team, Was scoring a touchdown! The time that the floor, Fell out of my car, When I put the clutch down! The penny arcade, The games that we played, The fun and the prizes! The Halloween hop, When everyone came, In funny disguises. Magic, moments, Filled with love! Whistling... |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and Things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things. I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things. I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why. I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things. I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things. I know a room of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Woh, come on!
The kids want a little action The kids want a little fun The kids all have to get their kicks Before the evening's done 'Cause they're goin' to (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) sis, boom, bah (High school) hey, hey, hey You better let them have their way They only wanna shake it up, baby Dance to the rockin' bands They only want a little excitement They like to get a little outta hand 'Cause they're goin' to (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) sis, boom, bah (High school) hey, hey, hey You better let them have their way The kids know what the deal is They're getting farther out everyday We're gonna be takin' over You better get out of the way 'Cause we're goin' to (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) sis, boom, bah (High school) hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) sis, boom, bah (High school) hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) cha, cha, cha (High school) hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) cha, cha, cha (High school) hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way (High school) rah, rah, rah (High school) sis, boom, bah (High school) hey, hey, hey You better get out of the way |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
Oh, ho, ho it's magic, you know
Never believe it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe it's not so. Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning Lazy day in bed Music in my head Crazy music playing in the morning light. Oh, ho, ho it's magic, you know Never believe it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe it's not so. I love my sunny day Dream of far away Dreaming on my pillow in the morning Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning light. Oh, ho, ho it's magic, you know Never believe it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe it's not so. Oh, ho, ho it's magic, you know Never believe it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe it's not so |
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from The Vindictives - Partytime For Assholes (2005)
I recall just walking down the street
Trying to escape the city heat I saw her from the corner of my eye, eye, eye Yes she looked so good I thought I'd die My heart went bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang My heart went bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang Something said I shouldn't waste no time If I'm ever gonna make her mine I walked right up and say how do you do, do, do She said I bet I do as good as you My heart went bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang My heart went bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang I remember when I held her tight Felt like holding dynamite now What's that ringing in my ear Tell me ain't those bells I hear Bang, bang, shang a lang Bang, bang, shang a lang Bang, bang, bang Shang a lang lang Bang, bang, bang Shang a lang, lang Now she's gonna spend her life with me Then we'll be as happy as can be Because I love her more than I can tell, tell, tell Sunday afternoon we'll hear the bells And they'll go bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang And they'll go bang shang a lang, bang shang a lang Bang shang a lang, bang, bang |
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