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| 1:34 | ||||
i've had it with you and your friends i got eyes in the back of my head get the fuck away from me or i'll put you right over my knee count to three i'll ruin all your fun count to three and then you better run count to three i've had it up to here count to three i'm gonna count to one two three you better disappear i'm twice the man you'll ever be i got two brass balls to prove it baby i've been stylin' since you wore short pants now i'm taking names and kicking ass count to three i'll fuck up your good time count to three and listen to you whine count to three it's past your bedtime dude count to three i'm gonna count to one two three and then you better move count to three i've had it up to here count to three you better disappear count to three i'll fuck up all your fun count to three and now you better run
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| 2:40 | ||||
3. |
| 1:42 | ||||
They want the truth, but they keep on drawing blanks
Dummy up, dummy up, up They torture you, you're not giving up the facts Dummy up, dummy up, up (Chorus) They can't make you tell the truth, tell the truth They can't tell you what to do, what to do Keep it mum, when they ask if you're a spy Dummy up, dummy up, up Hold your tongue, when they say you're FBI Dummy up, dummy up, up (Chorus) They can't make you tell the truth, tell the truth They can't tell your what to do, what to do Keep it zipped, when they ask for microfilm Dummy up, dummy up, up Plead the fifth, you'll be out of there real soon Dummy, dummy up, up (Chorus) They can't make you tell the truth, tell the truth They can't tell you what to do, what to do (x2) Dummy up, dummy up, up (4) |
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| 1:52 | ||||
i'm happy that you're so appalled you don't stand for anything at all just listen to your bitching whining accusations your petty provincialism I don't think I wanna be subject to your morality so safe inside your parents home surf the net from your college dorm the trust fund babies scream the loudest when you're not the cherished secret anymore I don't think I wanna be subject to your morality
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| 0:27 | ||||
if you're gonna shoot up please don't use somebody else's needles 'cause you don't know where that somebody has been oh no if you're gonna use junk please don't be a dirty cotton kid because you might end up with aids or something else oh no ifyou're gonna shoot up don't use dirty needles baby if you're gonna shoot speed don't use dirty needles baby if you're gonna shoot smack don't use dirty needles baby if you're gonna shoot up don't use dirty needles
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| 1:59 | ||||
do you ever shut up do you ever shut up why not gossip about martina hingis you can rhyme her name with cunnilingus "the u.s. open's a piece of piss when you're a little swiss miss" she's at break point this song's about my breaking point at the point of this break in the song why can't we all just get along like martina and her mom women tennis players aren't all dykes and so what if we're on fat mike's record label 'cause our cards are on the table and you can say that it's just a house of cards and we can say that you're just a bunch of retards but you know that the truth is that our hearts are in the right place you know we try hard we give it our best shot then we give up and go home
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| 2:51 | ||||
so this bad joke comes to an end i can't believe that we were friends i don't know what you think about me do you really think that you're superior to me outside of you is where i'll be outside of you's where you'll find me outside of you is where i'll always be i'm always outside of you is where i'll be outside of you's where you'll find me outside of you is where i'll always be outside of you i was there when you were at your worst if you thanked me that would be a first i don't know what you think about me does an ingrate's low opinion of me matter honestly you lied to yourself so don't blame me just believe what you want to believe i don't care what you think about me i've had enough of your suspicion and hypocrisy
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| 1:34 | ||||
my generation is full of shit my generation don't give a shit about nothing my generation puts on an act but my generation will sell its ass like it's nothing 'cause my generation's nothing my generation is fat and weak my generation can barely speak without whining my generation can't turn its back my generation will crawl back to your safety 'cause my generation's nothing
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| 1:39 | ||||
you got an identity crisis who are you and what do you believe and why do you care what i think well i believe that you're taking up space so make up your mind right now or get on your way so many verses and so very few hrymes so many personalities and suck little time so many bigs for attention that go way too far it's not my problem if you don't know who you are that smile won't replace the character you lack are you feeling all neglected 'cause you're always stuck in back well tomorrow is another day another face another brank new you what king of clothes are you gonna wear today and how should you cut your hair maybe you can dish a little gossip to the kids but how's it gonna fell when you find out no one cares
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| 2:46 | ||||
the days are shorter now but you remember now i just wish that you weren't remembering that way you're gonna kill yourself everything is gray everything is not okay and i can't talk to you until i see some light and that could take some time the snow and cold keep me inside i mark the days off on my calender i'm doing time the first day of winter's here and it's going on thirteen years now and it makes me wanna go what happened to you you used to be so beautiful how did you slip so far how did you end up strung out after all this time it doesn't matter now start from the beginning now you've got another chance and i'll always forgive you i will and pretty soon
we'll go and don't you hate that fucking life the one the assholes of the world always romanticize the first day of winter's here and it's going on thirtenn years now don't it make you wanna go the days are shorter i hope you'll remember that i'll always be there whenever you're ready to start from the beginning but time is moving fast time to get off your ass clean it up and get out and get on with it now and keep on trying and i'll wait for you outside i'll meet you where we planned and we'll keep moving there's still time the first day of winter's here and it going on thirteen years now don't it make you wanna go |
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| 0:59 | ||||
you say i need help you're gonna read me the riot act i'm stuck in the refrigerator of your ignorance well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag i'm stuck inside the hefty bag of your pedantic worldview now my eyes are bugging out and my lips are turning blue well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag you make a federal case out of the clothes i wear i'm gagging on your dirty looks they're cutting off my air well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag i don't wanna choke to death in a plastic bag
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| 0:38 | ||||
will i get locked up in the mental ward am i headed for a straitjacket or am i just bored is it genetics or is it me pulling my hair out wondering what does a nervous breakdown look like sometimes these things heal as you get old you know jimmy piersall doesn't climb backstops anymore there's no more (X)anax valium or beer and i'm just waiting to find out what does a nervous breakdown look like
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| 3:22 | ||||
creeping in the bushes spying on old ladies he's a trembling psycho fingering his wallet drooling like a baby waiting for the homos prancing all around in his garter belt and panties remembering the catholic schoolgirls rope and leather handcuffs hanging on the bedpost ready when he's home from work nipple clamps a gold cock ring a ball gag muffles up the screams he brings them home he tries so hard but they always have to leave pervert at large sitting counting numbers hands on clock move backwards sweating in his suit and tie magazine is open touch of pleasure circled number's burning in his mind crawling all around in his garter belt and panties remembering the catholic schoolgirls quarts of probe and sta-hard scattered on the floor strap-on dildos on the windowsill rubber skivvies prick in hand he's got four fingers up his ass he's sick of hanging out in bars 'cause they never understand pervert at large
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| 2:36 | ||||
and now i wonder what's going on and who's really in another world while you're asleep the makeup you're wearing runs down your face like so many tears watch them piss away any hope for change any hope for anything new and watch them burn it down turn the hoses on and announce a new beginning tonight we wave and give up a smile as a flaming shuttle passes by outside the window something is creeping a burning skeleton beams with pride step over bodies past corpses in waiting blank
it's just a human shell it's just a memory your indecision is a contribution to the cancer that infects the earth that impassioned speech almost provides the heat to keep the people sleeping on the streets warm out there in the cold in a burnt-out world tonight we'll drink champagne and dance until it's dawn safe inside our fenced and guarded lawns let it burn down tonight ignore the blackened skies pouring down a bloody red rain your television's watching you watching a blank watching a slab or meat you're just a memory it's burning down tonight for the rest of your life it's gonna be so cold |