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She had to leave
Los Angeles All her toys go around in black And her boys had too She started to hate every nigger and Jew Every Mexican that gave her lotta shit Every homosexual and the idle rich (Idle rich) She had to get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) She gets confused Flying over the dateline Her hands turn red 'Cause the days change to night Change in an instant The days change to night Change in an instant She had to leave Los Angeles She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend She bought a clock on Hollywood Boulevard the day she left It felt sad It felt sad It felt sad She had to get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) Get out (Get out) She gets confused Flying over the dateline Her hands turn red 'Cause the days change to night Change in an instant The days change to night Change in an instant The days change to night Change in an instant |
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year on little babies
year one on their tvs no a.d. b.c. a.d. patriotic people sleep in washington d.c. waiting waiting waiting they don't feel a thing no dolls no debutantes no desperate living class no roman catholic mass no magazines no t.v. no r.c.a. no g.e. year one in our history year one in society they're waiting for the son for any son to come year one you're on i'm one |
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I play too hard when I ought to go to sleep
Well they pick on me 'cause I really got the beat Some people give me the creeps Every other week I need a new address Landlord, landlord, landlord cleaning up the mess Our whole fucking life is a wreck We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it It's kiss or kill Coca-Cola and a Motorola kitchen Naugahyde and a tie-dyed T-shirt Last night everything broke We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it It's kiss or kill I play too hard when I ought to go to sleep Why do ya pick on me 'cause I really got the beat? Oh some people give me the creeps Every other week I need a new address Landlord, landlord, landlord cleaning up the mess Our whole fucking life is a wreck We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it We're desperate, get used to it It's kiss or kill |
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man on the bus screaming about presley man on the bus screaming about presley all tied up got a knot in his hands he says 'presley sucked on doggie dicks i'm the king of rock 'n roll if you don't like it you can lump it you gotta get me back to the base you gotta get me back to the base presleys been dead the body means nothing man in the back says presley sucked dicks with a picture of lil stevie over his head i'm in the back with a hole in my throat man on the bus screaming about presley rips a newspaper up in his hands helicopter shoots down a military spot everybody runs from screaming about presley
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Blue spark
He waits in a beach apartment Blue spark Thousands of lights, thousands of people She's forgotten him for the bodies around her Blue shock, exchange Blue shock, exchange Blue spark What goes between the eyes downtown Blue spark Oh, loudspeakers and search lights the boulevard She comes home later just to give him Blue shock, exchange Blue shock, exchange Blue spark Blue spark Blue spark |
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let's not talk about bombs and the brain impulses of severed limbs you will always subtract your arms from my arms someone always interupts us when we talk so i'm gonna draw this evening's line before my wash hangs on it for everyone to see it's very bad luck to draw the line on the night before the worlds ends we can draw the line some other time this midnight i will turn into a beer i will dream of you between nightmares and wars and toss and turn ain't you gonna take me for a ride drink and drive down to the l.a. river bed i'll make no mistakes and i'll behave
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you started out that way
you'd do anything to stay and keep your money boys made of silver and gold and keep your pekinese, turkish cigarettes and your lighter that looks like a gun so you marry your daddy with a different name that's sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society that pretty man of yours the one hiding inside the director's clothes the one who calls you dear after banging away at you in the night that one's just got to go every time you look at him you could almost fall asleep and there's a masturbating getting underneath your belt that's sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society and now you tell the maid to burn you on your virgin back with a curling iron hotter than hot you say it's good enough you say it's good enough you say it's good enough you say your pain is better than any kind of love that's sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society sex and dying in high society |
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put the doorknob on my side if you don't mind i don't care put the doorknob on my side it's self-locking give me your key i go to bed soggy and forgetful hopefully not waking up so fitfully i like coffee and i like tea i like a pretty boy and he likes me put the doorknob on my side it's self-locking give me your key i go to bed soggy and forgetful hopefully not waking up so fitfully motels do that with rubber sheets so i can't sleep staring at my sheets or crying on my sheets or bleeding on the same put the doorknob on my side if you don't mind i don't care a motel room in my bed put both door knobs on my side
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i just heard the sad song by another band sung by another man he gave me the once over twice i said when he said okay so long he hung me with the endless rope i could throw my lipstick and bracelets like gravel and move to alabama i got some more scotch instead then i died a thousand times he hung me with the endless rope then i died a thousand times maybe you don't but i do got a hole in my heart size of my heart size of my heart he hung me with the endless rope i'll see you and i'll raise you off the floor i'll floor you and we'll dance without a band i just heard the sad song hang another man he hung me with the endless rope
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i am a black and white ghost in a black and invisible dress oh what a mess i'm in what kind of fool am i i am the married kind the kind that said i do forever searching for someone new at night i get drunk and fly around in the day i dream and lay around i drink and smoke your brand and drink i am drunk over you i am the married kind the kind that said i do forever searching for someone new i am the ghost of all my dreams to me it's all pretend i pretend i'm alive or just not dead i will die for you i am the married kind the kind that said i do forever searching for someone new my nights are numbered they don't count for nothing i'm not a fool, i'm just a bride and i'm just no good inside i am the married kind the kind that said i do forever searching for someone new
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a hundred lives are shoved inside
guests arrive to dump their mess obedient host and visiting wife come outta the bedroom straightening clothes in this house that i call home nobody knows the party rules gotta get in but there's no room in this house that i call home beautiful walls are closing in looking at you you're having a nightmare stumble over tombstone shoes but it's too soon i finally look in your sweet eyes and somebody comes with a bottle of beer after he leaves i turn for a kiss and see the lady next door she's naked in the street |
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well, the clock says it's time to close now
i guess i'd better go now i wouldn't wanna stay here all day the cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes street lights share their hollow glow your brain seems bruised with numb surprise still one place to go still one place to go let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen warm my mind near your gentle stove turn me out and i'll wander, baby stumbling in the neon groves your fingers speak with bitterness speak in secret alphabets you light another cigarette learn to forget learn to forget learn to forget learn to forget |
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slip around some universal corner like a woman slip around some corner pick up the phone like a woman she must build a fire next to the pay phone heat is the point, smoke on the reciever light up to its universal ringing like a woman picking it up, her heat blinds the night and rises and rises she lets you in on her biggest secret like a woman she wants a man who knows all the right places like a woman washing his feet with her tears she'd dry them with her hair among the undefiled, she's gone wild her sins will sin from behind her like a woman dropping the phone she leaves it dead to the dead men the dead men screaming magdaline i'm so waiting, is there anyone so waiting screaming magdaline she is running
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men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans and greasy thighs at night drive into slimy bars and piss it out on our front yards they're looking in our window now real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape she takes st paddy's day, old irish man shamrocks painted on his face mumbles warnings from ireland in the back i sense a fight and that old man has done his deed real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape he takes this stage i'm on gets repossesed by vigilantes acting bored the mindless fan wants my dress and i can't tell which one is worse and i can't see the cursing child real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape she takes
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I'm coming over
I'm coming over I'm coming over so move over Make the bed up, pull the covers down, spray on(?) the sheets, and fluff up the pillows, and remove them 'cause I'm coming over I'm coming over I'm coming over so move over Days upon a lonely mattress Days upon a lonely mattress I'm coming over I'm coming over I'm coming over so move over I'm Madonna on a mattress I'm Madonna on a mattress I'm coming over I'm coming over I'm coming over so move over Make the bed up, pull the covers down, spray on(?) the sheets, and fluff up the pillows, and remove them 'cause I'm coming over I'm coming over I'm coming over so move over Days upon a lonely mattress Days upon a lonely mattress Days upon a lonely mattress Days upon a lonely mattress |
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she's blonde she came along the sidewalk leave a trail of blue and black up to you fighting back steel chains a noose of charms on our necks i find nothing when we talk and sit blue heart passion and watch the set easy to fall part of your skull starts to break away a cheaters walk down the block behind this evil street she's a white girl i'm living with a white girl nineteen missing her man for an old girl drain every beer left over at home and listen to ghosts in the other room why not you're alone inside his keeping i'll replace your drunk old man sit in the parking lot and hold your hand easy to fall part of your skull starts to break away drugged and in love out at a club pulling me outside
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Today you're gonna be sick so sick
You'll prop your forehead on the sink Say oh Christ oh Jesus Christ My head's gonna crack like a bank Tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes So late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch That's all you get to taste Poverty and spit Poverty and spit Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Sleep! Today you're gonna be sick so sick You'll prop your forehead on the sink Say oh Christ oh Jesus Christ My head's gonna crack like a bank Tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes So late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch That's all you get to taste Poverty and spit Spit, spit Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Sleep! You're talking out of harmony You can't remember what you said Cut it out you feel retarded Take the scissors saw the head You're talking out of harmony You can't remember what you said Cut it out you feel retarded Take the scissors saw the head Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Nausea Bloody red eyes go to Sleep! |
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they can't go to sleep at four
the car is parked outside the door scars of a knife on his arm her husband knows they're together riding with Mary protection to pass riding with mary protecting immaculate love rows of numbered doors behind the car warms up the street is clear and empty and green with lights they talk and never stop moving he's sounding her name in his head she's falling asleep next to his face her sister's getting married today and the saints of Easter smile riding with Mary protection to pass riding with mary protecting immaculate love on the dashboard rides a figurine a powerless sweet forgotten thing so the next time you see a statue of Mary remember my sister was in a car riding with Mary protection to pass riding with mary protecting immaculate love |
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"Honest to goodness
The bars weren't open this morning They must have been voting for a new president or something Do you have a quarter?" I said yes because I did, "Honest to goodness The tears have been falling All over the country's face." It was better before Before they voted for what's-his-name This was supposed to be the new world Flint, Ford, Auto, Mobile, Alabama, Windshield wipers, Buffalo, New York, Gary, Indiana Don't forget the Motor City This was supposed to be the new world All we need is money Just give us what you can spare Twenty or thirty pounds of potatoes Or 20 or 30 beers A turkey on Thanksgiving Like alms for the poor All we need are the necessities and more It was better before before they voted for what's-his-name This was supposed to be the new world Don't forget the Motor City This was supposed to be the new world (REPEAT) |
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Now if you love me please don't tease
If I can hold well then let me squeeze My heart goes round and round My love comes tumbling down You leave me ahhhh breathless ahhhh Well I shake all over and you know why I'm sure it's love honey it ain't no lie 'Cause when you call my name I know I burn like wood in flame You leave me so breathless ahhhh Oh baby, you're driving me crazy You're much too much I can not love you enough It's alright, hold me tight When you love me, love me right Come on, baby, now don't be shy This love was meant for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I'm gonna getcha wherever you go You leave me breathless ahhhh Oh baby, you're driving me crazy You're much too much I can not love you enough It's alright, hold me tight When you love me, love me right Come on, baby, now don't be shy This love was meant for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I'm gonna getcha wherever you go You leave me breathless ahhhh |
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You sat at home
The windows tinted black It hits you hard And you cried so long Life turned and wandered Never to come back again Takes what she gives You don't feel sorry for her When you fell out of the Starlight Inn You were too hurt to walk Too bad to begin I looked at the sign But I couldn't feel sad for you Takes what she gives You don't cry when you kiss her Poor little girl ran away from home I try to explain why she won't say a thing Sad, sad thing I'm so far away now How can I say why she won't talk at all She holds the deck of cards She wants to be alone "I'll be very ill And I tried waking up Now I want to be alone" When you ran out of Pete's Hotel You didn't look so good And you didn't feel so well "Hold me tight" But I couldn't get it right Takes what she gives you... Poor little girl... She holds a deck of cards She wants to be alone She still drinks in the dark The radio is left on late She saw a madman fight and break it all 'Cause she hated himself And she felt better off 'Cause she was only drunk |
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drink at the bar nothing bar
anything but the bottom step of the ladder it keeps getting higher and higher dawn comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is the game that moves as you play how does it feel to have your own bottle of booze behind the bar, how does it feel to play cards with the barmaids while they work at jocko's rocketship and the one eye jack my sin and the lucky star a steady place to study and drink dawn comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is the game that moves as you play day old days ancient bloody mary bastards in a hardcore blue collar bar here we sit, a shot and a beer after another hard earned day and dawn comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is the game that moves as you play at the hi-d-hi and the hula gal bee-hive bar and the zircon lounge g.g.'s cozy corner the gift of love stop'n'drink, sit'n'sip, rest'n'pieces dexter's new approach and the get down lounge the aorta bar, detroit's main vein dawn comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is the game that moves as you play |
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There are men lost in jail
Crowded fifty to a room There's too many rats in this cage of the world And the women know their place They sit home and write letters And when they visit once a year Well they both just sit there and stare See how we are Gotta keep bars in between us See how we are We only sing about it once in every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Now there are seven kinds of Coke 500 kinds of cigarettes This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy But in Acapulco Well they don't give a damn About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet See how we are "Hey man, Whats in it for me?" See how we are We only sing about it once in every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Now that highway's coming through So you all gotta move This bottom rung ain't no fun at all No fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison They are the new trinity For this so-called community See how we are Gotta keep bars on all of our windows See how we are We only sing about it once in every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Well this morning the alarm rang at noon And I'm trying to write this letter to you About how much I care and why I just can't be there To draw your bath and comb...and comb your hair Last night in a nightspot Where things aren't so hot My friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love" I said, "Oh really... What's this one's name?" She said, "His first name is Homeboy" I said "Could his last name be Trouble?" See how we are Ah Homeboy... Isn't that a Mexican name? See how we are We only sing about it once in every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Yeah see how we are |
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She's waitin' for me
When I get home from work Oh, but things ain't just the same She turns out the light And cries in the dark Won't answer when I call her name On the stairs I smoke a Cigarette alone Mexican kids are shootin' Fireworks below Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July She gives me her cheek When I want her lips But I don't have the strength to go On the lost side of town In a dark apartment We gave up trying so long ago On the stairs I smoke a Cigarette alone Mexican kids are shootin' Fireworks below Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July What ever happened I Apologize So dry your tears and baby Walk outside, it's the Fourth of July On the stairs I smoke a Cigarette alone Mexican kids are shootin' Fireworks below Hey baby, it's the Fourth of July Hey baby, Baby take a walk outside |
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drive by my house late at night
you can see from the freeway above no silhouette, but a light left on burning there for love smoke is rising from the fire coming out my back door i'm inside, sound asleep cigarette on the floor burning there for love well i can still remember a couple of years ago when the smoke and flame called my name it was a burning house of love that rusty nail over our front door is where i hung our tears in the rain i threw that horseshoe into the weeds to see what luck can bring cause you're in your bed, i'm in mine on either side of town i think i might take a ride and burn your love house down like a burning house of love |
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She won't get out of bed and shake her snakey hair
Grab her, throw her in the tub She says, "Coffee and a piece of pie" She never wears a dress on Sunday or any Monday afternoon This is no goddamn country to wander alone Devil doll, devil doll Rags and bones and battered shoes Devil doll, devil doll People turn their heads She scares little kids Eyes narrow, jaw is set She'll fix you with a stare She keeps her body hidden Lets her eyes make her bid I'd wrap her up in a bullet and shoot her around the world Devil doll, devil doll Rags and bones and battered shoes Devil doll, devil doll Devil doll, devil doll |
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True love, true love, true love
True love is the devil's crowbar Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart By finding out that loneliness Then you find someone who has to stay away And it pulls apart your wishbone But you get to wish Lonliness is never the same again It becomes true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar He uses it to pry you out of your car And into the arms of... The devil drives a Buick And he sits inside and eats lunch And sticks his pitchfork through the trunk And into her hair And he pulls out true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar |
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The facts we hate
We'll never meet Walking down the road Everybody yelling, "Hurry up, hurry up!" But I'm waiting for you I must go slow I must not think bad thoughts When is this world coming to? Both sides are right But both sides murder I give up Why can't they? I must not think bad thoughts The civil wars and the uncivilized wars Conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace The food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry From then on, it's dog eat dog, dog eat body and body eat dog I cant go down there I cant understand it I'm a no good coward An american, too A North American, that is Not a South or a Central or a Native American Oh, I must not think bad thoughts I'm guilty of murder of innocent men Innocent women, innocent children, thousands of them My planes, my guns, my money, my soul, My blood on my hands, it's all my fault I must not think bad thoughts I must not think bad thoughts The facts we hate You'll never hear us I hear the radio is finally gonna play new music You know, the British invasion But what about The Minutemen, Fleasheaters, DOA, Big Boys and The Black Flag? Will the last American band to get played on the radio please bring the flag? Please bring the flag! Glitter-disco-synthesizer night school All this noble savage drum drum drum Astronauts go back in time To hang out with the cave people It's about time It's about space It's about some people in the strangest places Woody Guthrie sang about b-e-e-t-s not b-e-a-t-s I must not think bad thoughts I must not think bad thoughts The facts we hate |
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