1. |
City's Night
02:23
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City scenes like sitting dreams,
drawn in the night with neon beams,
In the darkest mind where love don't shine,
light escapes as the stars run blind,
from the grave draining envy's crave,
in this life altruistic God's don't save,
City scenes like sitting dreams,
drawn in the night with neon beams,
city scenes yeah city scenes,
with neon beams,
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2. |
No More
02:52
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It's so easy to be an emo little prick,
'cause tellin' the truth makes you come off like a dick,
and it's hard to get a girl when your fantasies are all sick,
oh and they make it so clear,
which deities to revere,
you're a ship without a captain and someone's gotta steer,
No More!
when you're so tied up inside your head,
can't find a reason to get outta bed,
when you're so damn down that you're on the floor,
all you wanna do is say no more!
you didn't learn shit from the school textbooks,
'cept that life's only easy for violent crooks,
you only showed up for Madison's looks,
No More!
when you're so tied up inside your head,
can't find a reason to get outta bed,
when you're so damn down that you're on the floor,
all you wanna do is say no more!
It's so hard not to be a downer,
a lowly outcast social frowner,
and you can't lose her if you never found her,
and you can spend all your time trippin out,
tryin' to decipher what life's all about,
but anyway it's got a way of makin' ya wanna shout,
No More!
when you're so tied up inside your head,
can't find a reason to get outta bed,
when you're so damn down that you're on the floor,
all you wanna do is say no more!
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3. |
Wild Wave
02:00
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Burning thoughts in the dirty sand,
cresting futures in your hand,
pull me close through the tide,
to the moon on a cosmic ride,
Wild waves strain my brain,
reversing tides where desires wane,
come with me across the sea,
so I can love you endlessly,
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4. |
Four Strokes
02:10
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She goes fast and she's got four wheels,
and when you step on the gas they start to squeal,
she's got style and a big back seat,
it's a hell of a lot better than walking on your feet,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and the boys on the block will surely agree,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and i'll curse my momma twice before I hand you the keys,
She was cruisin' down the drag a little too quick,
and she asked me: "honey wanna see a trick?"
blue lights were flashin' but they fell behind,
'cause me and my motor are two of a kind,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and the boys on the block will surely agree,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and i'll curse my momma twice before I hand you the keys,
well the intake will suck the air right outta your lungs,
the compression's so hot it's like a burning sun,
when the spark goes off it'll break your neck,
and when she spits it all out you'll be signing her check
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and the boys on the block will surely agree,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and i'll
GO!
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and the boys on the block will surely agree,
four strokes baby that's all she needs,
and i'll curse my momma twice before I hand you the keys,
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5. |
Bad Dog
01:18
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Well i've got fleas and I've got ticks,
I ain't good for nothin' can't do no tricks,
I spend all day just licking my balls,
and I run away when my owner calls,
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
I hate it when cats look down on me,
let's see how tough they are when they're not a in a tree,
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
I fuck bitches all day and night,
don't come near me cause maybe i'll bite,
a dog's life's not what it's cracked up to be,
I would die for a little more leash,
well all I really want is to be free,
so won't you let me out please,
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
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6. |
Prospect
03:00
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Just walkin' down the boulevard,
my feet sure sang the blues,
newspapers and taxicabs,
it's a land made to confuse,
well I made a stop down there at rocky top,
with my pocket full of tricks,
walked inside maybe a little wide,
some junky lookin' for a fix,
and she said
won't you pass me a couple of those cigarettes,
i'll smoke them and i'll think of you,
an exchange if not just a little strange,
but it helps me to feel cool,
well I made a turn down there on Prospect street,
and I was thinkin' about my soul,
made it home then I wrung it out,
and put it in a bowl,
and just like the joke the preacher man spoke,
and he spread a little ice,
I said don't get me wrong sir but if I write a song,
i'll tell you right now padre it's gonna be about Jesus Christ,
and he said
son won't you pass me a couple of those cigarettes,
i'll smoke them and i'll think of you,
an exchange if not just a little strange,
but it helps me to feel cool,
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