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You hang your crucifix
On my heart Mary
You tell me what to do
With a smile Carrie
Oh Sara can’t you see
Your love has grown so cold
Oh Cara listen to me
Your shit is getting too old
‘cause I’m tired
Of your clothes
Being on your back
And not on the floor
And your mouth
Well it moves
Too fast for me
To even catch the news
That you speak
To the sheets
And the inner seams
Of my tattered jeans
And you hated it
Just like you hate the words
That I sing
Puff a pack of reds
Eye to eye with Tina
She likes to give good head
Deeper than Gina, yeah
I’m gonna come home Stacy
And expect you to seek me out
Hey now, and if I come home Lacy
I don’t want to see you pout
‘cause I’m tired
Of your clothes
Being on your back
And not on the floor
And your mouth
Well it moves
Too fast for me
To even catch the news
That you speak
To the sheets
And the inner seams
Of my tattered jeans
And you hated it
Just like you hate the words
That I sing
You hang your crucifix
On my heart Mary
You tell me what to do
With a smile Carrie
Oh Sara can’t you see
Your love has grown so cold
Oh Cara listen to me
Your shit is getting too old
Go on and yell at me now
‘cause I’m tired
Of your clothes
Being on your back
And not on the floor
And your mouth
Well it moves
Too fast for me
To even catch the news
That you speak
To the sheets
And the inner seams
Of my tattered jeans
And you hated it
Just like you hate the words
That I sing, yeah
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2. |
Bonnie + Clyde
03:20
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You're my refuge
My hideaway
For it's unfair
Out there you say
Let's just watch
The twinkle of
The coins falling out
Of our hands
You'll be the tommy
And I'll be the gun
Well bang, bang, bang
Honey, while we run
Into each other
You're the one
Who makes my heart
Feel like a king
I got money in my pocket
But it's you I wanna spend it on
I've got every damn thing
That a man could ever want
I got money in my pocket
But it's you I wanna spend it on
Burnin' down the highway
In the blazing wind
Everyone behind us
Knowing our sins
With us looking forward
And them looking back
Our future is forged hotter
Than our past
The eyes that stare
At our congress
Can't keep my own
Off your dress
Those little green petals
Remind me that
Money is the only way
To buy happiness
I got money in my pocket
But it's you I wanna spend it on
I've got every damn thing
That a man could ever want
I got money in my pocket
But it's you I wanna spend it on
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3. |
South Beach Blues
03:53
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When I'm walking
Through the valley
Of the shadow
(Silicone and spray tan)
I know I feel
The protection
Of a dum-dum
(With me by my side)
Where did you go?
Continental
Monumental
(G string in the sun)
Got a debt with her
Got a debt with her
Take that money where we'll meet
Down at Monty's on the beach
'cause when I climb
Billfolds to the sky
With a puff of Julieta
Just burnin' in my eye
I raise these dice
In honor of her buddy Romeo
What happened to your loving' heart?
Baby I don't know
Roll them once
Let's roll them twice
I hope it comes out nice
Jet ski season
There's no reason
Every month couldn't be like this
White sands, fake tans
And a mansion full of emptiness
Motor psycho
From the five-o
Whip my speed to
Paradise
Sell it here
Sell it there
Every sin and
Every vice
Take that money where we'll meet
Down at Monty's on the beach
'cause when I climb
Billfolds to the sky
With a puff of Julieta
Just burnin' in my eye
I raise these dice
In honor of her buddy Romeo
What happened to your loving' heart?
Baby I don't know
Roll them once
Let's roll them twice
I hope it comes out nice
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4. |
Don't Let Me Down
03:03
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Black helicopters
Swerving into view
Old ladies and girl scouts
Don’t know what to do, they said
“Lord save me
Protect me from all harm”
He took off his helmet
And put his gun under his arm, and he said
“I know it’s scary
Dangerous it’s true
But Baby without this war
There’s no money left for me and you”
Well oh oh oh
Don’t let me down
Gotta dig into our pockets
Just to buy this crown
Well oh oh oh
Can’t get nothing for free
Happiness is what we’re winning
Across the sea
Baby let’s fight this war
You and me are the troops
I want all the pretty things
And I know you do too
With light and right
Let’s win this fight
The whole world ‘round
We can be with one another
As freedom burns into the ground
Well oh oh oh
Don’t let me down
Gotta dig into our pockets
Just to buy this crown
Well oh oh oh
Can’t get nothing for free
Happiness is what we’re winning
Across the sea, yeah
Happiness is what’s been missing
Across the sea
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5. |
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Hello?
You want me to come into work today?
It's Saturday.
I don't want to go to work!
I don't want to go to work!
I don't want to go to work!
I don't want to go to work!
I don't want to go to work
The bosses suck and you're a jerk
I'll kick the glasses off your face
So you can see the human race
Saturday is a lovely day
To spend time at home
Grilling out food and drinking booze
While your dog has a bone
Well in that moment you must feel like
Your life's peachy clean
'til you're sitting on the pot
And that call comes in so clean
Do you think you can come into work today?
(Hell no!)
We know it's the weekend
But we still hate your ass
(Fuck you!)
Well boss I don't know what to say
Your kids hate you
I think I'll pass
(And I hate you)
I don't want to go to work
The bosses suck and you're a jerk
I'll kick the glasses off your face
So you can see the human race
Image image, all you care about
Is how we look
But everybody knows
You're just a big fat crook
And it doesn't give me any solace
To know the shit you're spawn' out it
The right thing for someone new
So you can fool 'em
And screw 'em too
I don't want to go to work
The bosses suck and you're a jerk
I'll kick the glasses off your face
So you can see the human race
I don't want to go to work
(I don't want to go no more)
The bosses suck and you're a jerk
(Don't you make me go, no more)
I'll kick the glasses off your face
So you can see the human race
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6. |
Shep's Song
02:44
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Inside your castle baby
Talking to yourself too much lately
You're locked up like a briefcase lady
Now I'm open like a freeway baby
And now we're racing through the clouds
You're burning up like a kettle baby
You never let yourself settle lately
You've got your hands on me now baby
You're some kind of devil lady
Whenever we're alone I can't help but sin for you
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