1. |
Kitten
01:45
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Kitten came down on a Greyhound
She moved into my town
She made chorizo
She was cute as a button
Looked kind of Russian
Hailed from Chicago
And she, she and me are one
Bruce was sort of a loser
Just a junkie and boozer
He made menudo
He was lonely and tired
Sort of expired
Hailed from Redondo
And he, he and me are one
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2. |
Spring Heeled Jack
02:26
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Waiting in the alley, with a cape draped across my back
Pause to sharpen up my claws, getting ready for a new attack
The carriage is approaching and the sweet meat rides inside
My legs are filled with energy, you know I've never felt so alive
Ch: They call me Jack. I'm the Spring Heeled Jack 4X
I got eyes of fire and my throat breathes a bluish flame
Driven by desires that don't have any name
I'm a mystery you see, leaping straight into the sky
Don't know why I do what I do, but I'll do it 'til the day I die
Ch: They call me Jack. I'm the Spring Heeled Jack 4X
Now the night is ending so I'm making my grand escape
Watch me leaping from roof to roof in my oil skin suit and cape
I'm a mystery you see, and you'll never have any proof
Watch out world because here I come, Spring Heeled Jack is on the loose
Ch: They call me Jack. I'm the Spring Heeled Jack 8X
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3. |
You're Never There
03:11
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You look so good, it makes me feel bad
So I call you up, but I talk to your Dad
He asks me about all the things that I do
I tell him a lot, but none of it's true
CH:
And when you're not around I fall on the ground and claw at the air
But you never ask why when I curl up and die, 'cause you're never there
She cries in her sleep but I never ask why
I don't talk to her much, you know I'm that kind of guy
She asks me about all the things that I feel
I tell her a lot, but none of it's real
CH
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4. |
Let's Go
02:09
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The lyrics suck and change every time we play it live, so make up your own and send them to me to memorize. Thanks.
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5. |
Hey There Buddy
02:35
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Hey there, buddy. You're face is torn and bloody
Looking at the world through pinpoint eyes
Brandishing that BB gun at school
You know that could've been your demise
Tackled by your daughter's principal
Then cuffed and lead away to a cell
Were you hoping for some "Death By Cop"?
I'm glad it didn't pan out so well...
Ch:
When I threw that rock at your head, maybe I was aiming at me
But it landed on your skull instead. Misery enjoys company.
Such a drag to watch a friend implode, but maybe we're just 2 of a kind
Wish I could take your pain away but I'm too busy dealing with mine
Things got crazy. We both got pretty hazy
Smashing windows at the Cream Puff Lair
So much fun tearing a dream on down
But so sad to see it no longer there
So be a phoenix, from the ashes rise!
I know you got it in you, old pal
Hope we agree you wish the same for me
Because we both know how to throw in the towel
Ch
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6. |
Czech Chick
01:28
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I asked my Czech Chick, "Will you be my wife?"(Ano)
"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" (Ano)
She's the hottest little bitch this side of Moscow
She really makes my guitar go (Ano)
Ch 1:
When she takes off her pants...and does a little dance
It really makes my guitar go (Ano)
I said it makes my guitar go
I asked my Czech Chick "Will you be my bride?" (Ano)
"Will you stay right by my side?" (Ano)
She's the hottest little tramp this side of Oslo
She really makes my guitar go (Ano)
Ch 2:
When she pulls off her blouse...and dances naked 'round the house
She really makes my guitar go (Ano)
I said it makes my guitar go
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7. |
Shut Your Neck
02:07
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You're always talking about it
Just won't stop squawking about it
There's nothing shocking about it
Just shut your neck
You're always speaking about it
Just won't stop squeaking about it
There's something reeking about it
Just shut your neck
Now you got me thinking about it
That's why I'm drinking about it
There's something stinking about it
Just shut your neck
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8. |
Copacetic
02:00
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I wanna' run away and hide somewhere that's far from view
But I'd much rather duck and hide and dodge a little rain with you
There's something here because I'm sticking to you thicker than glue
And if push ever comes to shove, I know that we can both make it through
Ch:
I said it, don't regret it, never edit or forget it
And I'll keep it copacetic with you
I said it, don't regret it, never edit or forget it
And we'll keep it copacetic, we two
See the moon and the stars above, I think they're laughing as they hang in the sky
Like I like hanging with you, my love. I'm so glad I'm your kind of guy
See the sunny sun shining down, I think it's laughing as it swings through the sky
Like I like swinging withyou, my love. I'm so glad I'm your kind of guy.
Ch
Moon
Sun
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I had to work late on Friday.
Got to tired to even go out.
But I laid in my cave all day,
Now it's time to screaam and shout.
Everybody's getting saucy
And the chicks are looking alright.
Thank God for Saturday.
Thank the Devil for Saturday Night!
Ch:
It's not too shabby for a Saturday night (alright, alright, alright) 2 X
Some say Sunday's the Sabbath...
But I think those people all got it wrong
I much prefer Saturdays
You know that's why I'm singing this song
Sunday's nice, it's sugar and spice
A pretty good day to unwind
But the thing about Sundays
Is Monday's not far behind
Ch
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10. |
Insomnia
02:21
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This old familiar feeling is creeping deep inside
This feeling's unappealing but there's nowhere to hide
I'm staring at the ceiling, still strapped into the ride
Feel just like a buffalo with arrows in my hide
Ch:
I just can't take this Insomnia. Insomnia.
Eyes just won't shake this Insomnia. Insomnia.
My eyes are torn and bloody. I can't turn off my mind.
I'm surfing through the channels, but there's nothing to find.
Looking on the Internet for other of my kind
But the whole world's asleep and left me here behind
Ch:
I just can't take this Insomnia. Insomnia.
Eyes just won't shake this Insomnia. Insomnia.
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11. |
It's Not Me
03:09
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Where is my mind to put my faith into you?
I must be out of my head!
Where can I go when it's late?
And I don't feel at home here all alone in my bed!
Ch:
But that's me. It's not you.
It's not me. It's not true
I sit here by myself on the shelf
In the cold with the mold and the ice cube trays
And you, you turn off the heat when I'm here
Like I'm queer, so I fold, I implode and drink beer
Ch:
But that's me. It's not you.
It's not me. It's not true
You left me when I got down and broke
I lost my car and couldn't take you too far
I went back to work. Did I act like a jerk?
I'll never know but you decided to go
Ch:
But that's me. It's not you.
It's not me. It's not true
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12. |
Perfect World
03:02
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Welcome to my perfect world. My perfect world.
Welcome to my perfect world. My perfect world.
There's no women crying and no babies are dying
And there's nobody heading off to war
There ain't no diseases, ain't no Allah or Jesus
'Cause nobody needs 'em anymore
The bees are returning and humanity's learning
And there's no politician keeping score
A new day is dawning and the salmon are spawning
No one goes hungry anymore
It's a perfect world
Welcome to my perfect world. My perfect world.
Welcome to my perfect world. My perfect world.
The world's filled with gladness and there's no room for sadness
And there's nobody screaming out for more
The hatred's depleted and the villain's defeated
No on is handicapped or poor
It's a perfect world
Welcome to my perfect world. My perfect world.
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13. |
The Food Theme Song (#2)
01:46
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A sea of ears are starving and they need something to eat
Don't settle for the soup du jour, Pop Pablum ain't real meat
They say the times are changing but of one thing I am sure
A sea of ears are starving and I think we got the cure
We need more Food! 4 X
F....O....O...D
I worked on a plantation back in 1864
I asked to see the master and got lead through his side door
I tried to ask him nicely. I tried to be polite...
But when I told him we were starving I got fed the whip that night
We need more Food! 4 X
F....O....O...D
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14. |
Bread (Live)
01:34
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White bread, brown bread, pita bread, corn bread
French bread, squaw bread, pumpernickel bread
Whole wheat, cracked wheat, cheese bread, egg bread
French bread, sourdough, banana nut bread
Bread
Rinse and repeat
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He's the coolest guy from Alpha Centauri
Cruising 'round the universe in a Ferrari
Got all kinds of weapons, things that you've never seen
But don't look in his eyes because they shoot laser beams
Ch:
He's a Space Hustler Royale.
Space Hustler Royale!
All around the galaxy he likes to cavort
He's got triple breasted prostitutes in every port
12 different penises like elephant trunks
3 separate stomachs never to drunk to (screw)
Ch:
He's a Space Hustler Royale.
Space Hustler Royale!
And all across the galaxy...
He's hustling for you and me
Through the stars in outer space....
It's a disgrace!
Ch:
He's a Space Hustler Royale.
Space Hustler Royale!
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16. |
Portland Bikes (Live)
02:48
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Portland Bikes, they drive me insane
They got two wheels but not a brain
There goes one now, riding in my lane
And I wrote this song just to complain
Ch:
Hey, get out of my way or you'll be riding the white bike
There'll be a little shrine by the side of the road
Stay off of the highway, get the heck out of my way
Feel my road rage starting to explode
There goes another loser riding a cruiser
And those hippy tall bikes are just as lame
Just what I need, another douche on a 5 speed
5 miles an hour in the middle lane
Ch:
Hey, get out of my way or you'll be riding the white bike
There'll be a little shrine by the side of the road
Stay off of the highway, get the heck out of my way
Feel my road rage starting to explode
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17. |
Hollywood Star (Live)
02:53
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18. |
Shut Your Neck (Live)
02:01
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19. |
Perfect World (Live)
02:41
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20. |
Kitten (Live)
01:43
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21. |
Vietnam Vet (Live)
01:34
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You don't know, man...
You weren't there
(I'm) in a wheelchair, man
With no health care!
Ch:
Charlie's on the wire!
The medics are all dead!
I rode the rollercoaster...
And you stayed at home in bed
I wrote my congeress
But they don't care
(I'm) in a wheelchair, man
With no health care
Ch:
Charlie's on the wire!
The medics are all dead!
I rode the rollercoaster...
And you stayed at home in bed
Lead
Ch / End
Charlie's on the wire!
The medics are all dead!
I rode the rollercoaster...
And to Canada you fled
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