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Boy Day
02:48
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Stuck in bed again
You're so resolute
About watching your TV shows
It's your lazy bones
Ill just have a day
Ill just stay away
I just seem to make you sad
You just seem to make me mad
There's a skeleton
In the closet again
I know that you seen it there
Something in the air
It's like you're tired of me
I'm gettin' tired of me too
It's like you're tired of me
But girl what am I supposed to do?
Think i'll go away
By myself today
I'm out for the evening
Don't even try and call
Got a communication breakdown
And we're yellin' in the hall
Now the neighbors down the way got
They heads out of they doors
And all the neighbors down the halls
Are creepin' out in twos and fours
Heart stop beatin'
Fire come out his eyes
Phone is screamin' but girl
Got her alibis, and the
Crowd is growin'
Outside around the house
They're poundin' on the window to the
Rhythm of their shout,
Get back
Stuck in bed again
You're so resolute
'Bout watchin' your TV shows
It's your lazy bones
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Just like a man with an angry face
You can't believe all the things he says
Just like a man off a broken horse
Laid up in a broken bed
He's a man with an angry eye
Cocked up at the stupid sky
Just like man when he wants to stay at home
Gonna go to the bar alone
Can I have a pack of your cheapest lights?
S'only way i'll make it through the night
Can I have a case of your cheapest beer?
S'only way ill make it outta here
I'll take a bottle of your cheapest wine
Yessir, man I think that'd be fine
I'll get a bag of your cheapest smoke
Poke holes in an apple core
Ain't got a girl and I ain't got no car
Don't got no money man, I don't get far
I'm in and out of the city streets
I'm in and out as the darkness creeps
Almost lost all the friends I got
Went east, I met a Hottentot
Turned out to be a big shot
Now I can't find all the cash I got
October October madness
October October sadness
And now she's gone,
I didn't see it coming
Maybe I'm dumb
But now I'm writing all this bullshit
Where'd this bullshit come from?
Girl girl, there's nobody else
Girl girl, I put it all on the shelf
Girl, my girl, all of you guys need to see
This girl I got stickin' round here someday
Waitin' for me
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Believer
04:15
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I'm a believer in everything I see
Pick up receiver and answer carefully
Cause all the big men are coming
To take you all away
They may be here tomorrow, but they
May be here today
I'm a believer in everything, you see
I'm gonna leave her hangin' from the trees
You can hear her janglin' her keys
And all the bad men are comin'
With flowers in their hats
I may believe in this but you know
I can't get with that
I wanna see her dancin' in the trees
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know)
I don't believe her, I'm giving her the freeze
She is a mirror, her head filled up with bees
Here all the bright men are comin'
With pencils up in arms
They'll write me in a corner
Write me ringin' all alarms
She's a deceiver lyin' through her teeth
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know it)
7 outta 8 (no it aint so bad you know)
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5. |
Can't Say
02:34
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If I had the patience
Or desire to,
I'd learn how to say
All of the things that you wanted
But you've got yourself now
And I don't know how to defend
All of these things that we wanted
Who, who are we foolin'?
I don't know what we're doing
With you so far away
I can't say
Who, who are we foolin'?
I don't know what we're doing
With you so far away
I can't say
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Afternoons=Quiet!
03:53
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Well, you're buckling in and
You're packing your bag
There's a girl at your side and
You're playing a rag
It's a tune you all know
It's a tune you all know
Well, yeah, we're leaving the city
Now we're leaving the city
For a buck and a half you could
Get you a ride down the
Side of the road
For a buck ninety-five
You could get you a girl
You could get a good girl
Well, now, we're leaving the city
Yeah we're leaving the city
(Are you fast as a cat?
Are you fast as a cat?
Are you fast as a cat now?)
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Baby's got a fever
Put the back of my hand on
On her little baby forehead
Makes you sort of sorry sorry sorry
Baby's got blue jeans
Workin' for the man now
Got your balls in his teeth
Says it doesn't matter matter matter
People got no money
Work it down to the bone though
And sometimes even smiling
Makes you sort of sorry sorry sorry
Thirty-something hours
Sixty-five in all
But, yeah, i'll be gone all tomorrow
It'll only be another couple months now
Baby's got a fever
Put the back of my hand on
On her little baby forehead
Makes you sort of sorry sorry sorry
Baby's gotten sicker
Like a dog and I'm not so sure
Baby's ever gonna pull out
Makes you sort of sorry sorry sorry
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The Rest
04:11
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I read the news today
Same shit as yesterday
Even the news is giving me the blues
(You know you get it)
I made the breakfast good
Got dressed the best I could
Work it away, they say that's the way to...
You got what you wanted
But I got the rest
It's good food for thought but
It's hard to digest
And all of these stories
Of fish in the sea
They forget to, forget to mention
How my baby comes back to me
If she ever comes back to me
This shit'll kill me yet
A photo cigarette
I got the time,
Making a rhyme up
It's easy, you know?
You got what you wanted
But I got the rest
It's good food for thought but
It's hard to digest
And all of these stories
Of fish in the sea
They forget to, forget to mention
How my baby comes back to me
If she ever comes back to me
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9. |
Beach Blonde Baby
02:29
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You never expect it to happen
But then when it does you think you're probably dreaming
She stands apart from the faces
Lipstick is running all across the dance floor
She reappears back in a corner
She's talking with all the boys who look like money
But she's looking this way more intently
It must be the blood that she's smelling boy now, innit?
She's taking off all her clothes now
She's dancing on top of the tables, she's naked
The guys are all smiles, she is gorgeous
Their girlfriends are shouting and yelling, it's a riot
Beach blonde baby, gotta turn it over
Beach blonde baby, its a summer song
Beach blonde baby, gotta hit it sideways
Beach blonde baby baby, get back gone
Later, much later that evening
We're back at out place, we're having people over
She's in the hall by the bathroom
She moves in slow motion, she's glowing and she's gliding
You maybe think this is easy
She's spread out like water up against the floorboards
She's spilling all over the carpet
I'm climbing the windowsill back to the doorway
Beach blonde baby, gotta turn it over
Beach blonde baby, its a summer song
Beach blonde baby, gotta hit it sideways
Beach blonde baby baby, get back gone
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Scott Bergmann Saint Paul, Minnesota
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