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Woke up in the '20s and there were flappers and fruits in white suits
It was right before the crash, we got thrashed throughout the '30s Queuing up for soup with scabby sores Then they sent us off to war We came back in the '40s and there were wheelchairs, guns and tickertape We poured it on the floor and we made love to the interstates We got shiftless in the '50s, holding hands and going steady Twisting into dark parts of the large midwestern cities Tripped right through the '60s with some blissful little hippie Some Kennedys got shot while you were screwing San Francisco And the '70s got heavy, we woke up on bloody carpets Got tangled up in gaslines, and I guess that's where it started The '80s almost killed me, let's not recall them quite so fondly Some Kennedy OD'ed while we watched on MTV And in the '90s we were wired and well connected Put it all down on technology and lost everything we invested We gotta start it off with a positive jam We gotta start it with a positive jam, man Gotta start it with a positive jam All the sniffling indie kids: hold steady And all you clustered-up clever kids: hold steady And I got bored when I didn't have a band And so I started a band, man We're gonna start it with a positive jam Hold steady |
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| 2. |
| 4:06 |
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Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
We spent the night last night in Beverly Hills This chick, she looked just like Beverly Sills We got killed Tights and skirts, baby, skirts and tights We used to shake it up in Shaker Heights This chick, she looked just like Patty Smythe She seemed shaky but nice She said my name's Rick Danko, baby People call me One-Hour Photo I got some hazardous chemicals So drive around to the window She said my name's Robbie Robertson but people call me Robo I blew red white and blue right into a tissue I came right over the counter just to kiss you I came right over the counter just to kiss you Ginger and Jack and four or five Feminax Psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat A ray of light through tight white rayon slacks We got cracked Shoes and socks, baby, socks and shoes We spent the night last night in Newport News This chick, she looked just like Elizabeth Shue We got bruised She said my name's Steve Perry, baby People call me Circuit City I'm so well connected My UPC is dialed into the system She said my name's Neal Schon but people call me Nina Simone Some people call me Andre Cymone 'Cause I survived the '80s one time already And I don't recall it all that fondly So hold steady It was a blockbuster summer Moving pictures got us through to September They made a movie about me and you They made it half nude and half true It was a bloodsucking summer I spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior Swishing though the City Center I did a couple favors for these guys who looked like Tusken Raiders |
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| 3:30 |
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Kids with broken hearts, kids with broken bones
Kids with kidney stones giving birth to bloody stereos Systems are all dripping wet with the gristle piss and the swizzlesticks Mary got a bloody nose from sniffing margarita mix She licked her lower lip and then she kissed that Hallelujah chick She came off kind of spicy but she tasted like those pickle chips Thought she was a dancer but her steps they made the records skip She came off kind of crunchy but she went down like a chicken strip Dripping wet with the special sauce She had a confident smile and a nervous cough And we got off She said, "It's good to see you back in a bar band, baby." I said, "It's great to see you're still in the bars." She said, "It's good to see you back in a bar band, baby." I said, "It's great to see you're still in the bars." Went down with a tallboy can and he woke up in a cargo van Went down with the girls gone wild and he woke up with a middle man Went down with like fourteen bucks and woke up with like sixteen grand Went down with some crust punk junk and woke up with a straight edge band That's not how he planned it Holly can't speak, she don't feel all that sweet About the places she sometimes has to go to get some sleep She said "I'm sorry, people think I'm pretty." These clever kids are killing me For one they ain't that clever Number two, it really sucks when you get stuck here with these Trevors This was supposed to be a party Half the crowd is calling out for "Born To Run" The other half is calling out for "Born To Lose" Baby, we were born to choose We got the last call bar band really, really, really big decision blues We were born to bruise We were born to bruise We were born to bruise |
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| 5:51 | 
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| 3:53 |
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I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the east coast Roughly twenty years old They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio Of warm beer to the summer smoke And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car She looks shallow but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along B-1 is for the good girls and it's "Only The Good Die Young" C-9 is for the making eyes, it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" B12 is for the speeders and D4 is for the lovers And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends And they're playing it again And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope And certain songs they get scratched into our souls I guess you're old enough to know Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes Screwing in the surf and going out to shows They get high and ride around in GTOs Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls |
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| 3:46 |
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I've been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles
People keep calling me Right Said Fred And it's hard to keep trying when half your friends are dying And it's hard to hold it steady when half your friends are dead already We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth We got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes I've been trying to get people to call me Freddie Mercury But people keep calling me Drop Dead Fred It's hard to take it easy when half your friends are way too easy It's hard to get ahead when half your friends are dead We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests We got militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth And we got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes And his elbow was a spiderweb With five spiders trapped inside and he said "You know, the last guy, I guess he didn't even have to die But the first four looked so nice, I wanted five." "The first four looked so nice..." I've been trying to get people to call me Sunny D. 'Cause I got the good stuff the kids go for But people keep calling me Five Alive 'Cause the last guy didn't really die, I just lied And the first four didn't really die, I just lied Too many people getting stabbed Getting tangled up in crabs And I've been trying to get people to call me Johnny Rotten But people keep calling me Freddy Fresh And it's hard to take it easy when half your friends are looking way too easy And it's hard to stay in bed when half your friends are dead Taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth We got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states White crosses and wooden stakes |
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| 4:17 |
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She only pays attention to the prices of cigarettes
She says she hopes they'll get cheaper She only takes the pick-me-uppers To counteract all the put-me-to-sleepers She used to be a receiver Went out deep for guys that looked like Johnny Fever Last winter I swear I thought she might be our savior Went through a skater phase Went through a raver phase I went through a razor blade phase I guess I went through a hundred dollars a day It was dark along the edges of the city But the light shined through behind the reinforced doorways They're tipping over in the taprooms They're shooting through the ceiling and they're bleeding on the floor And yeah, for sure we got dosed We hung out pretty close with some questionable folks We got ideas from some dangerous thinkers We put our mouths up to some dangerous drinks Some nights we almost froze But we rubbed up pretty close to some rock and roll promoters Stayed up pretty late with some rock and roll performers It's always entertaining when you're hanging out with entertainers Went through the publicist To try to get through to the rhythm guitarist We got so high that the audience, they looked just like ants Woke up with the backstage pass in my pants She said, "I used to be a speed shooter I went out deep for guys that looked like Alice Cooper And last winter They had my heart all hooked up to computers." We didn't see the holy ghost But the father and the son they seemed like regular folks Jesus rolled his eyes when his dad made Jesus jokes And he forgave me for my sins He said, "Let this famine end and let the 2-for-1s begin And bless the beasts and the children and the water and the waiters." It's always so creative when you're hangin' out with our Creator And his son, our savior You get your picture in the paper if he lets you in his trailer It's always so amazing When you're finally coming down with entertainers |
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| 4:31 |
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Payne Avenue lives up to its name
Some nights it's painful and strange The whole city seemed sane in the day But some nights it seems distressed and deranged The east side is where we met with those guys That said they'd get us high but then changed Now they're down in the basement And they're bashing out his brains Kids are getting cut up with the motorcycle chains And St. Paul had it all when we called And they were maxing out on medicine A shaved head and the blood on the bed And those guys you recognize, they got the same tattoos as Gideon Strong stuff and she had more than enough And she was slumping over smiling and sailing off with cherubim The cityscape skins are kinda kicking it again They're gonna show these kids some discipline Gideon's been living up in Bay City, Michigan And he's been workng at the Michelin He got messed up with some messed up magicians We got so high some nights Michigan looked just like a mitten Some nights we got fried Strung out on residuals and visuals and laser shows Reach into the speaker and try to hold on to the quarter notes I always dream about a unified scene I always dream about a unified scene There's James King and King James and James Dean At a table in the corner of my unified scene They want a double order of love and respect They said they just got back from up in Hostile, Massachussetts And girl, I've seen your friend, she looks nothing like Jada Pinkett I think you got something in those cigarettes Gideon was living up in South Minneapolis He was the cowboy on the crosstown bus And all the little phillies at the Yukon Club Are gunning for the goldrush We got tangled in electrical fences We got wrapped up in the indian fringes All the little phillies at the Yukon Club Are gunning for the goldrush Yeah, they just can't get enough |
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| 5:49 |
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If they ask about Charlemagne
Be polite and say something vague Like another lover lost to the restaurant raids And if they ask why we left in the first place Say we were young and we were so in love And I guess we just needed space We heard about this place they called the United States And we found out Virginia really is for the lovers Philly is full of friendly friends that will love you like a brother Pensacola parties hard with poppers, pills and Pepsi Ybor City is tres speedy, but they throw such killer parties Killer parties almost killed me Killer parties almost killed me And if she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies We woke up in Ybor City And if she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies We woke up in Ybor City If she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies And we woke up in Ybor City |
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