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Everybody Keeps Moving
03:02
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EVERYBODY KEEPS MOVING | Everybody | Everybody keeps moving | I can never tell you what they're going to do | How their bodies | How their bodies keep moving | None of them are breathing so I don't have a clue | Oh, the formaldehyde | Filling their insides | With the stitching tight | Every second there's a micsroscopic motion | Is it only me or did you notice it too | How the bodies, with just a drop or two of potion, every slab is shaking like a bird in a flue | Oh, I've been tryin' to hide | Taking smokes outside | You said you'd come if you could, but I don't think you understood | Everybody keeps moving | 7:30, when the coolie kids are dancing | Armies of the dead are wreaking havoc again | Kids are lovin', in the boonies they're romancing | While their friends and parents started craving brains | Oh, I've been zombified | With my guts outside | I'd say, don't run, but you should | Your brains would do my belly good | Brains taste better when you're dead | Even better in a cornfed fathead | Everywhere you go, yeah we're gonna go slow | We may be going slow, but we're goin', yeah we're goin' |
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Real Cool Hand
03:08
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REAL COOL HAND | I'm a bigger boy this year, you might've seen me | Humpin' up and down the green at University | It's not with your weekend state I've got a problem | But you're messin' with my girl | Well, man, you're gonna get some | I'm gonna give you some | There's only one thing to do with a girl like this | You'll never settle it, Ma & Pa Kettle it | Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets | You'll never settle it, you're no confederate | Make love once and | Make love once and die | And if you button your mouth | I will not smack it up | And if my hammer come down | I'm gonna crack it up | And if your party's unsound | I'm gonna break it up | Well, sometimes nothing at all can be a real cool hand | I'll never cut and run cuz baby says so | I never jump the gun without a get go | I keep it cool, but man, there is a limit | Keep talking 'bout my girl, you're gonna get hit | Yeah, with my punching mitt |
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Bottlehands
01:57
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BOTTLEHANDS | I know her heart just isn't in it anymore | She's demon dancing when the boys are on the floor | I heard her telling you | There's something to be said | Something to be said for | Getting so messed up with your bottlehands | Bottlehands raise up | Bottleman blaze down | We can all stand up like a bottle can | We can stand all night, but can we stand tonight | Barely in business as the Captain's paramour | Some kind of shadow of the girl we knew before | Somebody saying a guitar is like a gun | Well, what you think a gun's for? | Step outside the Booby Trap | You'll see Detroit has been burning on all night | A yowling pussycat | Down on a fence and a-screamin' to get right | Yowlin' to the night | She moved from Captain to a moldy Commodore | This lady leaping like a worm into a core | The apple rotten, yeah, but she don't wanna think | Distracted as her drink pours |
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Are You Ready Yet
02:23
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ARE YOU READY YET? | Back seat in a parking lot | What do they know? | I'm the kinda girl who likes to fool around and then | I'm good to go | It's so right, man | It's so American | Blow out your minivan | Spit up your Ativan | Are you ready yet? | Are you ready, let's go | Last girl in the elevator | With no buttons lit | It's some kinda scene for squares and agitators, man | Yeah, let's just split | Last row at the picture show | We're truth or darin' | Look at that concession boy, oh man, he's got a glow | It's not ticket tearin' |
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CHUMP CHANGE | Conversations are stupid | Conversations are what will bring us down | Boil it down to a shorthand | I'll give it to you at the Red Rocks back in town | She said, Don't you know you're | Chump Change | I Can't get a-rid of | Does it ever get easy? | I'm kibbitzing her moves when I'm round | Can the dividend be me | A compensation for the money she put down
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Allison
03:09
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ALISON | Alison, you're a sun away | Here I am, Ali, drowning in your pocket | Pull you down through a rabbit hole | Come with me, Ali, I wait in your pocket | Pulling you through the rabbit hole | Alison left school today for the outer planets' charms | Everybody bent to get a raincoat | For the flood that's falling | Everybody meant to | But the raincoats | Were all butterflies |
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Knockdown Dragout
03:09
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KNOCKDOWN DRAGOUT | It's a knockdown dragout between my lips and your feelings | A monkey sliding through your banana peelings | And if I said, hey, are you having a good time? | You know I couldn't give two fucks | Cuz all I wanna be is: obliterator of good times | Forget all your problems now, for I am your problem now | And did I ever tell you, baby? | Booze makes me hard | Did I tell you baby? | Hard to understand | Hard to know, baby | Hard to know | Yeah, it's a hard earned blackout | You better run when I'm feeding | Cuz when I c-c-come to, like a kitten on a belly I'm kneading | And if I say, hey, do you need some attention? | Attention | You know, you shouldn't press your luck | Cuz all I wanna be is the center of attention | Rememer the times in tune well | While I burn off those fumes | All I wanna do is |
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Friend 2
02:05
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FRIEND 2 | Girls got somethin', yeah I wanna get it to | I want to | There's no trouble left for us to get into | I want to | One to one sail away, and I do | I want a friend, too | Baby's done kickin', yeah, she wants to get kicks, too | I want to | There's no better way, though it's dirtyin' her hands, it's true | I want to |
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Lemme Know
02:07
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LEMME KNOW | She says part Cherokee | She means part Cherokee Street | To your lips, the ersatz variety's just as sweet | Ah, lemme know | When you're sick of so-so sorry's | Ah, lemme know | I'll give back all your stories | You don't need a straw for that drink, it's weaker than you | Rebuke should have a grain more salt | But with a little sugar, too | If you don't tell, I won't | Why leave 'em disappointed? | Love, tell me when we're too | Far out for fingers pointed | Unanimously reviled for our misconception | There's no cure for the Why-Go-Ins | We deal in lead, friend |
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Hotwire!
02:18
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HOTWIRE | Oh baby, gimme your keys, please | Yeah, my fever's afire and my head is so hot | For your keys | Yeah I'm on my knees | Yeah I'm looking for a hotwire | Oh yeah, I'm looking for a hotwire | Alright | Oh baby, when you arrive | You arrive | Yeah, well, I'm still waiting for the booze to collide | It's alright | But you're such a tease | That girl is oversensitized | Her lips to mine, electrified | The current flowin' through her veins | It's a shock |
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NO GIRLS LAUGH AT ME NOW (HA HA I LAUGH AT THEM) | Ladies can sense a confident man | And they like it | Don't need no pedigree in demand | Or a dopp kit | I know it's hard to tell, but I was once like you | So many summers wasted shearing my heart in two | And into a bitter-hearted boy whose black and whites turned blue | I say | No girls laugh at me now | I laugh at them | Ladies can't see that me from the past | Cuz I've blocked it | Replaced that sucker role I'd been cast | With an outfit | And just like that, the heavens filled with starry dew | Me and my fitted friends discovered worlds anew | So adieu, I'm on a rocket's route of lovers gone aloof | Ladies Love Cool John Whoa, it's so hot | And since you asked it | My love brings hypersensitive shock | Anaphylactic | No longer lost inside a tried and teary queue | Check out those velvet ropes, here's me just breezin' through | And into a lot of models, pharmaceutical reps, too |
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Drag Drag Drag
02:24
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DRAG DRAG DRAG | Every boy's ex is a psycho and every girl is a drag | Every girl's ex is an asshole and every boy is a drag | He can't hear what you say | Cuz there's a Bengal wearing bluejeans comin' his way | Though his back is broken, he can crawl OK | He knows boys and girls, ah, boys and girls are | They're such a drag drag drag about it | They're such a drag drag drag about | Every girl's story is so long and every boy is a drag | Every boy's back is a road map and every girl is a drag | He can't hear what you say | Cuz there's a Jager-driven airplane flyin' his way | And thought the pilot's broken, he can crush OK | Just like boys and girls, ah, boys and girls are | I can't hear what you say | Cuz there's an angel wearing bluejeans comin' my way | And her wings are broken but she crawls OK | It's like boys and girls, ah, boys and girls are |
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Stop N Think
02:14
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STOP N THINK | We're breaking up through the earth | Can't tumble down while we're elevatin' | How's it that nobody's hurt | By what's cut aside, what is overgrown | What's that you're saying? | Don't stop and think it over | I know it's sad but we can't make it better | And we say it every time | How did we lose all control? | Can't rabbit hole, it's just overstatin' | How did we wash out the cold | Out of two people so overthrown |
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Robot Robot
01:36
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We're an Enormous Band
03:10
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WE'RE AN ENORMOUS BAND | A bolt of lightning, a double thunder | Are we but gods, well, we're something better yet | Are we so frightening? | I know you wonder | Will molten magma burst out from our speaker set | There's no space planned for our chording hands | We barely have the room for two fingers | We're hands to knees in the touring van | Where b.o. and the cigarettes linger | Bright lights | Packed tight | No elbow room | We're an enormous band | One shouldn't mention, cuz it's a secret | Swear on your mother's gabardine sweater vest | Unless someone quits between tonight and tomorrow night | Yeah, we are overbooked at best | Sweet licks | Hot kicks | Sweat overdrive | We're an enormous band | We found Billy and Sue (he's her boyfriend, too) back in Boston, Mass | In a Denver wreck, we found our keyboard tech crawling from under the crash | And Redd Roxx, La Mocha, and our drummer, Tank Ghetto, joined in Amarillo | There's so many of us, we barely fit on the bus | And it's a really big bus |
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Brian McClelland, Mic Boshans, Joe Taylor, Jason Hackett, Ian McGowan, Jenn Malzone
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