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| 1. |
| 3:09 | 
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Life is hard
And so am I You'd better give me something So I don't die Novocaine for the soul Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Life is white And I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back Oh my darling Will you be here Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Guess who's living here with the great undead This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head, once again Life is good And I feel great Cuz mother says I was A great mistake Novocaine for the soul You'd better give me something to fill the hole Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out |
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| 2. |
| 3:44 |
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going over to susan's house, walking south down baxter street
-nothing hiding behind this picket fence there's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her house burnt down two years ago people say that back then she really wasn't that crazy going over to susan's house going over to susan's house she's gonna make it right down by the donut prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes for the whole world to see while they put him in the bag meanwhile and old couple argues inside the queen bee the sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin going over to susan's house going over to susan's house I can't be alone tonight take a left down echo park, a kid asks do i want some crack t.v. sets are spewing baywatch through the windows into black here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't be more than seventeen she sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage and I'm thinking that must be her sister that must be her sister, right? they go into the 7-11 and I keep walking going over to susan's house |
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| 3. |
| 3:53 |
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there's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror
right on top of my right eye and i can't stop staring back how did i get this way take a big look at a living lie rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to riches was a bust sometimes i dream about it what it's like back home the railroad tracks and the pussywillow but i had to leave it now i go back whenever my tired head hits the pillow rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to riches was a bust busted once again well i'll show them one day that i can buy and sell the world and one day i'll come through my american dream but it won't mean a fucking thing rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to rags and rust to rust don't let me go |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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you're such a beautiful freak
i wish there were more just like you you're not like all of the others and that is why i love you beautiful freak, beautiful freak that is why i love you beautiful freak, beautiful freak some people think you have a problem but that problem lies only with them just 'cause you are not like the others but that is why i love you beautiful freak, beautiful freak yeah that is why i love you beautiful freak, beautiful freak too good for this world but i hope you will stay and i'll be here to see that you don't fade away you're such a beautiful freak i bet you are flying inside dart down and then go for cover and know that i i love you beautiful freak, you know that i i love you beautiful freak, beautiful freak |
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| 5. |
| 4:47 |
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There's a world outside
And I know, 'cause I've heard talk In my sweetest dream I would go out for a walk But I don't think I'm ready yet Not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet And I don't need you telling me how There's some happiness If my stone face cracks again Maybe some time sooner or later But I don't think I'm ready yet I'm not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet And I don't need You telling me how So if I leave my room Don't you tell me to lighten up Maybe some time sooner or later But I don't think I'm ready yet Not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't, don't need you telling me how |
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| 6. |
| 2:13 |
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my beloved monster and me
we go everywhere together wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves gets us through all kinds of weather she will always be the only thing that comes between me and the awful sting that comes from living in a world that's so damn mean my beloved monster is tough if she wants she will disrobe you but if you lay her down for a kiss her little heart it could explode she will always be the only thing that comes between me and the awful sting that comes from living in a world that's so damn... mean la la la la la la la la la la la la la la |
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| 7. |
| 3:38 |
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Turn the ugly light off, God
Wanna feel the night Every day it shines down on me Don't you think that I see Don't you think that I see What it's all about Hard to look the other way While the world passes me by And everyone is trying to bum me out It's a pretty big world, God And I am awful small Every day they rain down on me Flower in a hailstorm Flower in a hailstorm I'm livin' for the drought I could throw it back at them But then I'd play their game Everyone is trying to bum me out When I came into this world they slapped me And every day since then I'm slapped again Tomorrow's king, an unsightly coward You see, I know I'm gonna win Turn the ugly light off, God Don't wanna see my face Every day it will betray me Don't you think that I know Don't you think that I know What they're talking about If they step on me tonight they're gonna pay someday Everyone is trying to bum me out Mmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmm |
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| 8. |
| 3:13 |
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Are you one of the beautiful people?
Is my name on the list? Wanna be of the beautiful people, Wanna feel like I'm missed Hey you with the walkie-talkie, I know my clothes are not right. I wish I had my own walkie talkie That reached to God every night Everyone needs to be somebody, Everyone needs to find someone who cares. But I don't know if you know what I mean 'Cause I'm never on your list Are you one of the beautiful people? Am I on the wrong track? Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshell And it feels like I'm gonna crack Everyone needs to be somebody Everyone needs to find someone who cares. But I don't know if you know what I mean 'CauseI'm never on your list. I'm never on your list. I'm never on your list. |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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Its like i'm dressed up in my mothers clothing
its like i'm talking to a voice that doesnt exist its like i got a wire crossed upstairs but all i want is just a little truth and thats it they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all another anchor man is on the T.V. he's got that far away and vacant look in his eyes i turn the channel but nothings changing the only truth is that everythings a lie they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all there's truth in everything there's truth in lies with all this knowledge i think im gonna be wise they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all not at all not at all |
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| 10. |
| 3:11 |
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Spunky don't like her uniform
It never fit so good Goin' back to the orphanage And the place where her garage once stood Well it's a free for all free for all free for all It's a free for all You and me And if you don't like what they're telling you You can't teach a blind man to see Well I can see Spunky looks good in her bright red wig Eating chocolate-chip mint ice cream A cat named Lola with a violent past Is balled up asleep 'cross her knees And it's a free for all Free for all Free for all It's a free for all You and me One day the world will be ready for you And wonder how they didn't see Spunky knows she can save the world In her own little way Turning in her old uniform 'Cause you know, it really didn't pay 'Cause it's a free for all Free for all Free for all It's a free for all You and me I walk through the world with your name on my tongue And your picture etched on my screen |
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| 11. |
| 4:28 |
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Mama grapped 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 a 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 waking up with an ugly face winston churchhill in drag looking for a 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 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 |
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| 12. |
| 4:08 |
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and every time you crave for me i'm, here
and anything you hunger for i'll share and i will be quietly standing by while slowly i am dying inside hold me in your arms and let me be the one who can feel like i am a child in love every time i talk to you you're down and every time you need a laugh i'm around and when you forget i'm here i'm not it isn't really me that you forgot hold me in your arms and let me be the one who can feel like i am a child in love whisper now and tell me how you'll watch me and tell me somehow i'm gonna be alright |
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