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Lights Out
02:37
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Lights Out
I haven’t grown up and neither have you,
And there’s not a lot, no there’s nothing to do,
So we’ll sit on the bridge, and we’ll spit in the lake,
And talk about all the loves that you had to fake,
There’s an empty lot where we used to dance,
But now a building’s gone up ‘cause we left it to chance,
And then you left things the way they were,
But now it’s done and you’re gone and I’m kicking it to the curb.
Eat cigarettes and calling tough bets, they were right about you,
Your fire’s dead and you’re sick in the head, tough time to get through,
But in a few short months or a really long year, you’ll be dead to me,
Don’t know whether or not this weather’s gonna stop, but you’ll be dead soon and I’ll be free.
You put on that fake face that you wear so well,
And I’ll see you on the fast track to hell,
And I know you’ll cope, and you’ll self medicate,
But you’re the only person that you really hate,
And I’ll visit the bridge and I’ll burn it down,
But I know I’ll still see you around,
Until the day that your windshield breaks, and your brakes fail too.
Eat cigarettes and calling tough bets, they were right about you,
Your fire’s dead and you’re sick in the head, tough time to get through,
But in a few short months or a really long year, you’ll be dead to me,
Don’t know whether or not this weather’s gonna stop, but you’ll be dead soon and I’ll be free.
Eat cigarettes and calling tough bets, they were right about you,
Your fire’s dead and you’re fucked in the head, tough time to get through,
But in a few short months or a really long year, you’ll be dead to me,
Don’t know whether or not this weather’s gonna stop, but you’ll be dead soon and I’ll be free.
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2. |
Chewing Ice
02:42
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It’s in my nature to find nomenclature
In things that won’t be around much later.
I see the breeze that rolls through the trees
But I can’t seem to find myself at ease.
Some people say friends are like elevators,
Well my friends are more like escalators.
Some people stand and some people walk
But I tend to take the down ones up so
Do as I say, don’t do as I do,
Fuck you, I know a hundred guys wiser than you.
She can take evil, make it something believable
And there’s nothing I’d rather be watching than people.
I know I might seem a bit coy, but I,
I heard your boyfriend started liking boys, but you
You don’t listen, I can’t stand this place, I’m gone.
Getting back on track is a skill you lack
When you can’t find a way to relax.
Get back, don’t be a hack when you’re lying on your back alone,
There’s a reason we call it home.
I’ll probably grow old and start to feel cold,
But there’s nothing I’d trade this for
So I’ll stay in my head, and you stay in the car
And in the end, neither one of us will make it far
1,2,3, Go!
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3. |
Public Appearances
03:21
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4. |
Center of Attention
02:39
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5. |
Get Mad
04:39
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Places to meet and people to be are nowhere bound for me it seems
I don’t know why that look in your eye makes me so upset
I get happy, well look at smiley me
I used to be sad but then I got mad and now I feel fine
Amazing how easy it all seemed so sleazy but baby now I lost my mind
And it all goes in waves, maybe its okay
That they all go in waves but don’t go away, away
Wonderfully we all seem to tease we just could have in our dreams it seems
We buy and buy I just want to try but my feet won’t carry me to sleep
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6. |
Just Thinking
03:22
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Just Thinking
My mind won’t stop, my brain won’t sleep,
I can’t get up and I can’t eat,
It’s been like this for weeks.
I read a book, watch TV,
Can’t help but feel there’s something wrong with me,
It’s just the way I think.
My shirt is too loose, my jeans are too tight,
But I go out, I go out for the night,
If I don’t, I might freak.
Because even though I love being alone,
It sucks to have all that time on your own,
It’s just the way I think.
And I am always overthinking,
Everything, all of the time, all of these things, all on my mind,
And I wish I could find an off switch,
Because I’m so close, I’m on the brink, of peace, but I can’t,
So I just think.
My vision’s blurred, my words are slurred,
I can’t get out a single word,
It’s so damn hard to speak.
Because what I said, it’s like a mental attack,
Wish I could take it back, wish I could take it back,
It’s just the way I think.
And I am always overthinking,
Everything, all of the time, all of these things, all on my mind,
And I wish I could find an off switch,
Because I’m so close, I’m on the brink, of peace, but I can’t,
So I just think.
Shut the whole world down,
Shut the whole world down,
Shut the whole world down,
And just calm down. (4x)
And I am always overthinking,
Everything, all of the time, all of these things, all on my mind,
And I wish I could find an off switch,
Because I’m so close, I’m on the brink, of peace, but I can’t,
So I just think.
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7. |
Let's Go To The Moon
03:20
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Let’s Go to the Moon
What works for me is to wait and see.
My nerves kill my wit, but it’s not that easy.
I wish you were around so I’d stop being so down,
But that’s probably something I should be used to by now.
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon.
Don’t know what it is, but I know enough,
To quit acting so tough.
You cover your ears and I’ll cover your eyes,
But you can still see right through my disguise.
There’s plenty of time, yeah there’s plenty of time,
Keep me on your mind, ‘cause there’s not much time,
Not much time to be on and off, but I know I won’t stop.
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon.
There’s plenty to do,
Up here on the moon.
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s go to the moon.
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8. |
Oatmeal Cookie
03:44
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Oatmeal Cookie
Pass me the pen, are you sick or well,
It’s been four short months since I first fell,
I got my keys in my pocket and I’m ready to block it,
My socks are on my feet, but my shoes are in my hand.
Open the door slow, I don’t wanna wake no one,
I can’t help if it explodes somehow, I don’t wanna blame no one.
I’m just biding my time, and I’m biting my lip,
I get no pleasure from knowing that I’ll have to slip,
And I guess I’m waiting for something bad to occur,
But I got no memories of her that aren’t in a blur.
Harmonize with the radio,
Well it hasn’t been long, but it already shows,
I’ve got no idea that anything goes when I,
Well I got a girl I wouldn’t trade for the world,
But I’ve got this pain that’s complicating the game.
I’m just biding my time, and I’m biting my lip,
I get no pleasure from knowing that I’ll have to slip,
And I guess I’m waiting for something bad to occur,
But I got no memories of her that aren’t in a blur.
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9. |
Bobby
01:42
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Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
Your life’s a lie,
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
I hope you die
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
We know you’ll die alone
So how’s that rave going?
I count six people here;
Wait make that five one just left.
And the five that are here are our friends,
So you don’t promote shit.
But don’t quit.
Cause you’ve got our hundred bucks, make it last,
So goodbye and good luck
OI! OI! OI!
Cause you’ve got our hundred bucks, make it last,
So goodbye and FUCK OFF
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10. |
Radio Friendly
03:08
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Radio Friendly
I’ve got a full tank of gas and a stick up my ass,
You can bet your bottom dollar I ain’t going to class,
Sweating so bad that I feel like glue,
And I don’t know enough to be thinking for two,
But you’re thinking ‘bout me, and I’m thinking ‘bout you,
That’s enough for us, we’ve got plenty to do.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
Big green eyes that I wish you wouldn’t hide,
Oh I love the way that you stay by my side,
I’d do anything but be mean to you,
But you’re mean to yourself when you drink all that booze.
I met a reaganite on a hot summer night,
When we got on stage, we really put ‘em in a fright,
Didn’t like our songs so he didn’t stay long,
Had some opinions,his opinions were wrong,
Steal shit, burn shit, as long as you can say shit,
Stay in your bubble if you think it makes you strong.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
I see how you live and I see how you choose,
And I take pride in knowing that I’ll never be like you,
I won’t sing along, and I won’t stay long,
But you can sing all you want with your hypocrite blues.
Get fucked up and call me on the phone,
Like a siren beckoning a sailor to come,
If I were any less of a man,
I’d go but I won’t, and I’d rather stay at home,
I’ll keep the lights on, and I’ll play our songs,
But it takes more than you think to pretend nothing’s wrong.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
Big green eyes that I wish you wouldn’t hide,
Oh I love the way that you stay by my side,
I’d do anything but be mean to you,
But you’re mean to yourself when you drink all that booze.
Fuck it, we’re swinging.
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Bothering Dennis Orlando, Florida
We're a garage band that's finally managed to get out of the garage.
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