1. |
Just Say Ya Hate It
04:07
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I got a girl & she's sedated -- Think about it baby, don't just say ya hate it
If you call me on it I'll just say she fainted -- Give me that smile & I'll say you made it
Gimme ya sugar & I'll see you take it -- Show me that smile, you can't fake it
You're standing in line with nothing on -- But no one gonna say they saw ya naked
So come along for this giant con & -- I won't charge ya for coming along
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
SO C'MON JUST SAY YOU HATE IT (Ba, 16x)
THEN WE'LL KNOW WE REALLY MADE IT (Ba, 16x)
JUST COME ON OUT & SAY YOU HATE IT (Ba, 16x) BA, BA, BA
A little bit of sugar won't do you no harm -- Unless you're diabetic mind is far too gone
I gave her my lips & she surely ate it -- I'm bleeding all over, you know I can't fake it
It's safe to say she's going tonight -- You know I'm in for a hell of a fight
So grab some juice, you better hang loose -- Got funny feeling you'll be of some use
The girl with the curls is certainly gone -- She's livin down the way in the great beyond
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
CHORUS
Ya ask me where she went, I'm a say I don't know -- Well that don't stop you from saying "told you so."
Looking at a clearing with her eyes in the sky -- The country is beautiful this hot afternoon
She would have been here before if she don't have to die -We'll she stayed too long, but she went too soon
We'll I'm pretty sure I'm a hang out in my room -- I don't think you'll see me, not even past noon
Didn't shed any blood, not a tear in my eye -- Not very often you can watch her die
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
CHORUS
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2. |
Angel Sings the Blues
05:15
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Well a working girl, but she’s not of this world - Big Angel wings all bruised with tattoos
She swings for the fence, she makes no sense - All made up and ready to lose
But if you’re lucky like me, she can set you free - Up or Down, anyway you choose
A little cocaine on the whiskey train - My little baby all nude and tattooed
Black Leather, Tall Boots, She’s a Model & She’s in the Mood
Sweet Lips, Hot Hips, Ah Sugar Sugar ya look so good
Black Leather, Tall Boots, She’s a Model & She’s in the Nude
Faded tattoos, & Some Worn Shoes
Sweet Little Angel, really singing the Blues
She’s a naughty girl, you can take my word - But in the right light, she’s angelic white
Well I’m bringin' the booze, I really can’t lose - No matter which one shows up tonight
A little vodka alcohol, some dynamite - My little baby all nude and tattooed
CHORUS
Well I saw the sun, I saw the moon -- All of it hiding inside her eyes
Her sexy lips & fuckin' hips --- Baby they sure hypnotize
Licks & tricks, & all that shit -- My little baby all nude and tattooed
CHORUS
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3. |
Seattle Sex Drug
04:52
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Lead guitar lick over last one -- Bass kick in on verse
Just headin down the freeway on the 405, A little bit of speed to keep me alive
Well I’m headin down south, and awful fast, Cuz I got my foot pressin the gas
Just a little bit more gasoline
And it’s the prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen
OH BABY, I’M ON FIRE
SEATTLE SEX, SEATTLE SEX, SEATTLE SEX DRUG (2x)
Well the tires are burnin', the fires are churnin', I used to drive safe, but now I’m learnin'
I keep it fast, don’t let up on the gas, If someone comes up, don’t let them pass
Just a little bit more gasoline
From the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
OH BABY, BABY I’M ON FIRE FOR YOU
Chorus
Drivin' around as fast as I can, no top to put down for a balding tan
Well I got caught by the man, spent a little time in the can
Now I’m smoking state patrol, out on parole
With the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Ah C’MON BABY, I’M ON FIRE FOR YOU
CHORUS
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4. |
Back&Forth&Round&Round
03:15
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Hanging around, but you never say hi
Who’s in that hive up in the sky
You Wear a T-shirt into a storm
Moving around you make em swarm
My little baby with the closed eye lids
Runnin around like a couple of kids
BACK & FORTH & ROUND & ROUND & OVER & OUT
I SET THE COURSE, I JUST FOUND OUT IT’S OVER & OUT
I LEARNED TO BAKE, I TRIED REAL HARD, IT STILL FELL OUT
ROUND & ROUND & OVER & OUT
BACK & FORTH & ROUND & ROUND & OVER & OUT (this line 3X)
Well the bees got you, nothing we could do
Running around without a clue
You made em swarm like a bright headlight
Guiding our way, into the night
You said we’d win, but we’d probably lose
I can’t help you, don’t have any clue
CHORUS
Well you got lost walking in your head
Drifted off before you got into bed
You got the stuff that makes me scream
Girl give me some of that ice cream
Silly stories swimming in your head
Where our little hero wound up dead
CHORUS
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5. |
Little Pearls
05:39
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Well come on down and away we’ll go -- A long long way down to Mexico
Hangin our hands in the open ocean -- Watchin my tan hand put on your lotion
Sail the High Seas, while we lay in the breeze . . .
Head on down the Pacific Ocean -- Just thinking about two bodies in motion
Well it’s hard to see with your hair in your eyes, -- But you’re looking pretty good in the sunshine
Well I’m down on my knees, beggin ya please . . .
C’mon Little Girl Let Me See Your Curls &
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock My World
C’mon Little Girl Won’t You Show Me Your Pearls
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock My World
C’mon Little Girl Let Out Your Squirrels
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock My World
C’mon Little Girl Let Your Kitty Purrrr….
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock My World
Well I just found out that they don’t like us here --- Send us home over drinking some beer
Two pretty people can’t hide in this place ---- Everyone thinks we’re shoving it in their face
We’ll just play in the breeze with, ya down on your knees
Well the police came up and he tapped on my back --- Pretty damn close to a heart attack
So get off your knees & come with me please -- Says the police man as he’s covered in fleas
I’m down on my knees, beggin' him please
CHORUS
& I bit my head off, locked up down here -- Don’t know how long, but more than a year
Well lucky for me, they set me free -- Cuz my chick is more than fuckin' pretty
Now I’m back on the road, headin' home . . .
We’ll were back in California and head up the coast -- I pulled on over for the girl with the most
Amazing smile that I ever seen -- Ga-ga -ga-get me on home without gasoline
I’m down on my knees, I’m beggin' ya please . . .
CHORUS
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6. |
Let's Get Bent
02:37
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I'm a little buzzed, but who are you to judge -- Sittin' around with the fucked up frown
Who the hell are you, with your puffy hairdo -- Sittin' around lookin' like a clown
Maybe one or two, won't kill you -- Why don't you just go see what you can do
Lookin' down at me, old enough to be -- A relic from the 19th Century
YEAH, C'MON -- LET'S GET BENT BABY BRING IT ON
Maybe I'm a dud, laying in the mud -- I'm really so sorry for letting you down
Horn rimmed glasses & a stupid skirt -- I really don't see ya helping me out of the dirt
hate the way I look, can't stand the way I cook -- I really can't tell ya how bad that's gonna hurt
Lookin' down at me, old enough to be -- A relic from the 19th Century
YEAH, C'MON -- LET'S GET BENT BABY BRING IT ON
We'll I'm the little boy, supposed to be your joy -- Not the fuckin' thing that's bringing you down
It doesn't really matter, cause anything I do -- Is gonna be the thing to disappoint you
Maybe one or two, won't kill you -- Why don't you just go see what you can do
Lookin' down at me, old enough to be -- A relic from the 19th Century
YEAH, C'MON -- LET'S GET BENT BABY BRING IT ON
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7. |
Won't Let Me In
04:11
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Smack a little daisy, while you’re out on crack --- C’mon little Mamma don’t talk back
Need some food, but ya just can’t chew
Why don’t you tell me what a poor girl’s supposed to do - Well I keep saying hello, but I never get it back
You can come on down, because I’m in a good mood -- Well back door Mamma in a Cadillac
Chewin on my heart but I want it back -- Well I’m knock knock knockin, but I can’t be seen
Knock, Knock, Knockin, but they won’t let me in
Knock, Knock, Knockin, but I can’t get in
Knock, Knock, Knockin, Here We Go Again
Fuck You Baby, Let Myself on in
Alcoholic….. in her flask/Goin to Oklahoma, won’t be back/Need some friends, but she just can’t find em
Spent plenty of time tryin to wine & dine em -- Now don’t try to give em anymore than that
They’ll take it all, leave ya flat on your back -- Well you’re such a good person they should let you on in
But you gotta remember we ain’t talkin' Heaven -- Well I’m knock knock knockin', but I can’t be seen
Chorus
Well come on down along the track -I’m gonna let ya in around the back -Come on in, I know it’s cold
The way you’re living probably should have died -- Hard to be good when you don’t hear back
But that can happen when your mind done cracked -- There’s still a boozy floozy lyin' in your way
You’re right around the corner, but you’re still not in -Well I’m knock knock knockin', but I can’t be seen
Chorus
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8. |
Runnin' Hot
02:29
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Runnin' hotter than a dime bag
See that lady all dressed in drag
I'm pretty sure she's on the rag
You know I'd go ask, but I don't wanna NAG
Well I'm pretty sure there's no name tag
Now Send Me a Cold One Before I Have to Go Beg
Yeah - Whoo Whoo
RUNNING HOT AND YOU WANNA DRINK
LOOKIN' EVERYWHERE FOR THE KITCHEN SINK
PICK UP A GLASS & SWISH IT AROUND
ONCE YOU TRY ME, YOU'LL NEVER SET IT DOWN
SO TAKE THAT GLASS & SWISH IT AROUND
Summer singing in your ear
Been looking for her ahhh nearly a year
Well I'm pretty sure that she came here
You know I hear summer might be coming this year
I'm pretty sure heats coming in waves
Send Me a Cold One Before I Have to Go Beg
CHORUS
Running Hotter than a winter storm
See that child all nice and warm
Yeah I went and saw her in her dorm
You know she's got a nice ass, but it won't keep me warm
I think I'll stay here and ride out the storm
Send Me a Cold One Before I Have to Go Beg
CHORUS
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9. |
A Pair of Shoes
03:45
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Where you gonna go? What ya gonna do?
These are just a few of the things I always say to you . . .
What's wrong with you boy? What you gonna do?Better get on with your life, ain't nobody gonna do it for you . . .
I really can't say how much it means to me ~ To have so much sympathy
So get back your horse, & put on a suit
(Yeah) The key to life resides in your shoes
I got an insincere smile, & tie that you can use
Thanks for nothing . . .
WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
I GOT SOMETHING TO USE
YOU AIN'T GONNA GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE
WITHOUT A PAIR OF SHOES
IF YOU KEEP DRESSING LIKE YOU DO
BE PREPARED TO LOSE
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
You Think Being Real Will Make You Lose
You're The One Who's Fuckin' Screwed
Waste your whole life, got nothing to show
Except pretty pretty pants, & you can sew
For some people life's got meaning, you could even say a soul
They did not spend a lifetime, just putting on a show
I really can't say what it means to me ~ Your total lack of empathy
You're looking well, really swell
Enjoy that suit on your ride to hell
Cuz that's what happens when you wear your shoes well Thanks for nothing . . .
WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
WHERE THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING FOR SALE
YOU CAN GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE
AS LONG AS YOU LIKE DRESSING WELL
BUT IF YOU KEEP DRESSING LIKE YOU DO
I WON'T LIKE YOU AS WELL
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
You Think Being Real Will Make You Lose
You're The One Who's Fuckin' Screwed
I really can't say what it means to me~ Your total lack of empathy
You're looking well, really swell
Enjoy that suit on your ride to hell
Cuz that's what happens when you wear your shoes well Thanks for nothing . . .
WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
I GOT SOMETHING TO USE
YOU AIN'T GONNA GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE
WITHOUT A PAIR OF SHOES
IF YOU KEEP DRESSING LIKE YOU DO
BE PREPARED TO LOSE
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
I JUST WANNA SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA
You Think Being Real Will Make You Lose
You're The One Who's Fuckin' Screwed
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10. |
Desperfuckination
04:46
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Wake up early, and make some coffee
Head out on my boring adventure
Hey little baby don't you cry
Passing by my window
Well I'm not the person I'm pretending to be
It's just the way they all see me
I'd really like yaw to stop by my place
But I don't got the guts to say it to your face
Yeah, Desperation is a fucking inspiration
Hard to breathe when you're lacking motivation
Hate myself to the point of expiration
Drag my ass on a stupid vacation
Living Free in this Fucking Slave Nation
Rock Rock Rock myself to sleep
Rock Rock Rock myself to sleep
Rock Rock Rock myself to sleep
Here I go, another day gone by
Fucker is gone before I blink my eye
I sit around with tears in my eyes
One more breathe closer to dying
I hate what I'm doing, but I can't stop it
Stuck in a rut, that stole my strut
I really want to stop working at this place
but I don't got the guts to say it to your face
CHORUS
Hey little baby, I watch you go by
Runnin outside my window
You know you're not living, your life's a mess
All fucked up baby, just like the rest
I got a little bit of fun inside
Let's go baby I'm just starting to ride
We'll come on in, let's talk about things
The only thing I promise, you won't have to sing
CHORUS
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11. |
April's Fool
04:22
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You're in my heart, you're in my soul,
You're everywhere I want to go
There's not alot that I can do,
but bring it back and show it to you
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
to come on home and just see you
But I know unless I pretend,
that's not gonna happen again
Whooooooo
Yeah....................
I can't believe you just died on me
For the first time I've got nothing to say
I watched her die, die, die, cry today...
Woke up today with a big heart ache,
I think this shit's too much to take
You're never here when I need you,
I just can't think of anything to do
Maybe I'll just lie in bed,
and pretend that I'm really dead
Was it me or something I said,
that made you run off and go get dead
Whooooooo
I’m Gonna Plan a Dead Girl Party For You
Whooooooo
I’m Gonna Plan a Dead Girl Party For You
Whooooooo
I’m Gonna Plan a Dead Girl Party For You
Whooooooo
I’m Gonna Plan a Dead Girl Party For You
I'll do all the things that you used to do,
get out the china, set the table for two
The candle's lit and the wax is red,
got pretty roses and they're already dead
Can't invite your friends, it'll just be us,
that's OK baby, not much of a fuss
I pack my bags and I'm looking for a bus,
gotta get there just the two of us
Whooooooo
Yeah....................
You just up and died on me
Ya think you're funny leaving me alone
Well I've got a funny little joke for you
I've packed my bags and I'm coming too
Whooo......
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you...
I'm gonna throw a dead girl party for you........................
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