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Rodents!
01:12
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Life's so pretty. It's so shitty.
Dream big and work your ass off.
Everything is right in front of you.
Like Cinderelly, all your friends are rodents,
and come the next day, your feet do not fit on your own shoes.
It's nothing new.
Life's so shitty: New York City
Dream big and work your ass off.
Everything is right in front of you.
Like Cinderelly, you're singing to rodents,
and come the next day, hacking off your heel for your own shoe.
It's nothing new.
Put on a black shirt. Put on a black tie. Put on a smile.
Walk through the front door. Leave out the back door.
Stay out, away for a while
It's nothing new.
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2. |
Catch me when I'm Gone
01:47
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Talking to myself and it's the same old story.
Everybody else, they want the same things for me.
Nanananana-- it's so boring.
Found my body fell out of the seventh story.
Smash a worry stone every single day.
All the leaves have fallen in the middle of the May.
PackupPackupPackupPackup-- Leave it behind.
If you never find me, honey, that is just fine.
Catch me when I'm gone.
Catch me when I'm gone.
You'll never catch me when I'm gone.
You better wake up.
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3. |
Stork Little!
01:38
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Taking life into my own hands. Gonna make it mine.
Gonna lose myself in this world.
Gonna lose track and lose myself-- come on!
Feeling like a first-prize goldfish in a plastic bag.
Gonna lose myself in this tank.
Gonna lose track and lose myself-- come on!
Walking out into a new day, like the one before.
Gonna lose myself in this world.
Gonna lose track and lose myself-- come on!
Feeling like a first-prize goldfish on my first day home:
Not gonna make it past my first week and I'm
Gonna lose track and lose myself-- come on!
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4. |
Dipshit
01:39
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What's your name and where are you going?
Why should I? Why shouldn't I run away?
To California, nice to know ya.
Bop-shoo-wop-bop, you wanna run away?
My name's Dipshit. I'm moving to the west, or Europe.
What do you think is best?
What's your name, and is it like mine?
Bop-shoo-wop-bop you wanna run away?
Hampden lights: they light up the city.
きれいな, 本当に pretty!
But, it's got some shit and I'd like to leave it.
Bop-shoo-wop-bop you wanna run away?
My name's Dipshit, I'm moving to the west, or Europe.
What do you think is best?
What's your name and is it like mine?
Bop-shoo-wop-bop you wanna run away?
Gunning for you now. When you gonna run away?
Dipping in the van. Never had a plan. Never wanna.
Sick of always saying "Why, I oughtta.."
Tell me right now. You wanna run away?
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5. |
Captain Kirk
01:53
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Captain Kirk and Basket Head say you can't be my new friend.
But, they don't know you. They don't know me
They don't know me. They don't know me.
Captain Kirk and Basket Head say you can't be my new friend.
But, they don't know you. They don't know me.
Hell, I think we're due for one trip around the sun,
At least one trip around the sun.
You're depressed. You're feeling so blue.
What if I said I'm sad too?
But you don't know me and I don't know you.
Hell, I think we're due for one trip around the sun,
At least one trip around the sun.
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6. |
Adios Motherfucker
01:19
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I'm Chuck Berry. I'm Chuck Norris.
You wanna try but you can't destroy us.
And, we'll be hanging from the rafters.
And, we wanna die. We wanna die.
I wanna die.
I wanna die drinking Adios Mother Fucker,
Adios Mother Fucker for two
And I'll be screaming, "Adios Mother Fucker"
"Adios, mother fucker," to you.
Our little glee club, you're invited.
I cannot say that you won't be smited.
And I'll be screaming from a megaphone,
"I wanna die."
I wanna die drinking Adios Mother Fucker,
Adios Mother Fucker, for two.
And I'll be screaming, "Adios mother fucker,"
"Adios mother fucker," to you.
In the corner nothing matters anymore.
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7. |
Cold Coffee
02:38
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They don't explain it in the movies,
that unexpected whirlwind romance.
When the credits roll right by you,
you snap out of that god-awful trance.
He calls me, "Baby," in the morning.
And that is just fine.
But now I'm flipping pancakes
for his flipping kids that aren't mine.
I'd rather be in a six-foot pit than spend another day with you
and your mind all the time.
Reading comics at the day job,
and the time rolls right by.
When you're fired from your day job,
you can't live off a painter's paycheck.
I'd rather live in a six-foot box than spend another day with you
and your mind all the time.
How can you live in a six-inch world when there's so much left to do?
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8. |
Vermont
02:46
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I wanna live in northern Vermont on a small dairy farm
juggling knives in my free time
And, hope to god that it all rhymes.
And, be pretty-girl weird.
And, feel all right in the noon daylight.
I don't wanna feel all right in the noon daylight.
I don't wanna know. I don't wanna try.
If less is more, then less is more.
If less is more, then why am I so bored?
I have a hard time understanding how long-distance could be a
bad thing
I have a hard time figuring out why we can't hang out.
I have a hard time understanding how long-distance could be a
bad thing.
I have a hard time figuring out, figuring out
I have a hard time.
I am not from here. I am not from there.
You're yelling in my ear, but the words are still unclear:
To be pretty-girl weird.
Postcard from modern Vermont on a small, scary farm,
Juggling my fears in my free-time.
I hope to god that it all rhymes.
Captain's Log: Modern Vermont-- on a small, scary farm
Pray to myself in my free-time,
And hope to god that I don't.
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9. |
Freebird (Fuck it)
01:09
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Talking to the wall, talking all the time.
Talk to the reflection, she says that it's fine.
Talking to the bank. Making the call.
Burn the fucker down, I'm leaving it all.
Fuck it, I'm flying to England.
Fuck it, I'm flying to LA
Fuck it, I'm flying to Mars
Maybe there I'll be okay,
I'm trying way too hard. Trying to be first.
Try to get better and making it worse.
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10. |
Marie
02:20
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Go to Paris just to be with you
But I don't know french, don't know what to do.
So I hang my head and walk away.
Bang my head and I wanna stay
Here in Paris, don't know what to do
'Cause I can't speak french and I can't speak you
But, I'm trying every single day
to learn to fake my pain away.
So, I'll change my name to Marie
and I'll quit saying sorry for what I want.
I'll change my name to Louise,
and I'll quit saying please for what I don't.
I'm embarrassed, don't know what to do
'Cause I don't know french and I don't know you
But, I'm learning every single day,
your rhetoric and what to say.
I'm embarrassed, don't know what to do.
Say they can't take cash when they don't want you
But, I'm trying every single day
to learn to fake my pain away.
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11. |
Turtles!
01:35
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I'm headed on a jolly vacation of self-hypnosis and meditation
To get the strength for a goddamn hair cut.
I blame my Leo ascendant, but it don't mean shit.
No, it don't mean shit.
So, I'm staying in bed. I don't know how to wake up.
Drinking coffee black, 'cause dairy makes me break out.
Lacking any motivation, I don't know how to make up.
So, I'm staying in bed. I don't know how to live anymore.
Dodging murder in Denton, hoping
Somehow I'll get my rent in, oh man.
Chasing meds with my ramen, oh yeah!
Sending jokes to my dead friend, but it don't mean shit.
No, it don't mean shit.
So, I'm staying in bed. I don't know how to wake up.
Drinking coffee black,, 'cause dairy makes me break out.
Lacking any motivation, and I don't know if I'll make it.
So, I'm staying in bed. I don't know how to live anymore...
As if I did before.
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12. |
Howard Moon
01:10
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I'm your cable guy, and you're never home.
I needed you to sit and talk with me.
You say that I'm unstable.
Hell, I guess you're so keen.
I'm matcha powder, you're vanilla bean.
Yet, you're still so fucking mean.
Every time you call my name I weaken at the knees,
So how come every time I call your name you never answer me?
Drunk and able to punch in your old numbers.
Maybe now you'll sit and talk with me.
And, if I'm so unstable,
I guess you're Howard Moon
and I'm Old Gregg; let's see what I would do
for a minute more with you.
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13. |
The Burrito Song
01:26
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Gonna get me a goddamn burrito if it kills me.
Gonna get me a goddamn burrito if it kills.
Lame excuse for a goddamn plan, again.
It's high-noon tide. I oughtta realize
that the place I wanna be is a reach away from me.
It's high-noon tide. I oughta realize
that they place I gotta be is always ahead of me.
It's high-noon tide. I oughtta realize
that the hate turns straight into anxiety.
It's high-noon tide. I oughtta realize
that a six-buck burrito could never fill me.
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14. |
High School Cheerleader
03:39
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Sometimes you will never win.
Sometimes you will never win.
Get up, and you try again.
But, sometimes you will never win.
When I was a high school cheerleader,
I don’t think I saw you there
when all the girls thought I was prettier
with spearmint gum in my hair.
When I was a high school cheerleader,
where were you when I was bored
and throwing my shoes at the players
when they called me a stupid whore?
Hang around for something great from all the pain, and yet, you stick around. Can’t explain it, locked away from anything and anyone, living like an alien: waiting your whole life away.
Hang around self-deprecating while you’re waiting. Yet, you stick around. Intoxicating, calculating when the pig blood’s pouring down, and why they’re still hanging around. Wait and you got it-- now, watch it slip away.
Sometimes you will never win.
Sometimes you will never win.
Get up and you try again.
But, sometimes you will never win.
And, you hope it’s for the better,
and your sunny days get wetter
And, you hope it’s for the better,
Still, your sunny days get wetter.
And, soon there will come a day
where you learn to love the rain
And, you hope it’s for the better, yeah,
and you hope it’s for the better,
and it sucks,
and it soaks.
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