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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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| 2. |
| 2:00 |
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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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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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many many guys and girls all real beauties everybody making a stab they hurt themselves singles rule the world feeding on fresh blood one track eye below the belt all in a line all in a line they're all in a line like adult books i don't understand jackie susann meant it that way clifford shackles jane throws her on the floor she says, no, no, yes and he cuts the chains do plenty people go for tomata yes, but he just goes for that special girl who says, no
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| 4:33 |
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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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| 1:15 |
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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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| 2:14 |
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baby you look like somebody ooooh to know
like a rose comin out of a photo all your lipstick shows i don't wanna make you cry i don't wanna even try i just wanna say I'm mad at you it's who you know oh you can talk to me make my life complete when i think of the ways i can use you get me off the streets then we spend the night in bed and i can't loose my head even in lovin it's who you know |
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| 3:35 | 
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| 8. |
| 2:17 |
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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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| 3:27 |
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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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| 2:49 |
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i'll go somewhere else i'll move to the couch it's darker in the dark it's darker in the day i forgot you were a liar now it's five to twelve shut up and smoke and i'll go somewhere else no more orange nightgowns one o'clock and then it ends this is no place to be addicted to another place never get to go don't you want me to make it i took as long as you took you take alot from me i forgot you were a thief i want to be like her instead i stay nowhere marked down in the basement lousy at the bottom a life of intermission
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| 11. |
| 1:33 |
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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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| 1:57 |
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make out when you passed out on the sofa kissing any little child that comes along i'm gonna leave on the record too loud for you to hear me spreading technicolor blood i hate it i love you i hate that i need to know what you do when our love passed out on the couch you're fateful i'm hateful and i ruin any kind of fun you have in mind like make out when you pass out on the sofa kissing any little child who comes along
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| 13. |
| 1:18 |
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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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