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Oooh!
Here comes Cokey Joe, looking to make it snow.
I wish I didn't know what I know.
And that's why you were hired hired.
Don't do your job and you'll be fired fired.
You can't get tired
After hours hours
Head getting high and filled with towers towers
They congregate here
After hours hours
They tellin' lies,
That's how rumours get started and destinies die.
Tick tock, sexy clock
Where did the time go?
You can't go blind blowing your load.
And that's why god's a liar, liar,
You're on the range, you need a fire fire
We'll take you higher
After hours hours
They gettin' nice on whiskey sours sours
They tradin' secrets
After hours hours
Destroying time,
That's how organs shut down and brain cells die.
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh...
Here comes Sammy Smack and he's all crashed up
He gonna need a transfusion of blood.
And all the ladies are like "Yes, yes".
Another system under stress stress.
Forget about it, lose that dress dress.
Oh, give me a hug!
This is how the young girls dress in my club.
After hours hours
Eternal life and Satan's powers powers
You live forever
After hours hours
Now you know why the sun ain't the real reason vampires die.
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Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair,
I lost twelve of my very best men in there
Well, hold on
Hold on to your curse
This story is depressing and it's gonna get worse
I gotta know what the man on the street thinks
I wanna drink what the man on the beach drinks
Need a security perimeter with Venetian blinds
An emergency meeting of the meeting of the minds
Can't see the forest through the trees
I make my living in American cheese
Bringing everybody to their knees
So have another slice of American cheese
Well, I know it'd be better with Gouda or Cheddar
Now there's fifty dead actresses lying in your wake
So have another piece of chicken, have a piece of steak
But be nice, lover, be nice to me
Cuz there's an evil army comin' that we just can't see
I gotta feel everything that I can't feel
I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal
I gotta bless they heart and forgive they sins
And pass all my curses onto next of kin
Can't see the forest through the trees
I make my living in American cheese
Bringing everybody to their knees
So have another slice of American cheese
I'm not an I-talian fella, but I like Mozzarella
This conversation is just a time killer, time filler
Taking its toll upon my heart
Taking its toll upon my heart
This corporation is just feed filler, seed spiller
Hell bent on tearing us apart
Hell bent on tearing us apart
My king of the nation died from painkillers long after thriller
They sell his music at K-Mart
They sell his music at K-Mart
Going station to station
Looking for Ben Stiller getting Phyllis Dillered
Now too lets go back to the start
Now too lets go back to the start
Now too lets go back to the start
Now too lets go back to the start
Now too lets go back to the start
Now too lets go back to the start
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In the writings of the Druids,
Lies a recipe for Druid fluid,
Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me
You seem to be accruin'
More penalties than a Boston Bruin
But your card says "Get Out Of Jail for Free"
You were always such a shoo-in
But you didn't pay attention to what you were doin'
And no one here can do it as good as me
No one here can do it
No one here can do it
No one here can do it as good as me
And you relive my fantasy, singing:
Yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Oh, yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Oh!
Underneath the city
There's a gnome that lives that's none too pretty
Sounds like a pretty good starting point to me
And even though were getting dizzy
We work the system down into a tizzy
Let them hear our screams of victory
Cuz no one else will do this
We won't be living through this
We've surely made our mark in history
Cuz, no one here can do it
No one here can do it
No one here can do it as good as me
Singing:
Yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Oh, yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Really fucked us up
Really fucked us up
Really fucked us up
Really, fucked...really fucked us up
Singing:
Yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Oh, yeah!
It was a clusterfuck
Oh, yeah!
It really fucked us up
Really fucked us up
Really fucked us up
Fucked us up
Oh, why
Do bitches cry
When I wave bye bye bye
It ain't no lie
That rent is too damn, too damn high
I know this guy
He got no alibi
He wonder why
Everyone here has got to die
The bitches cry
When I wave bye bye bye
It ain't no lie
That rent is too damn, too damn high
We're moving on
We're moving on and on
We're moving on
We're moving on and on and on
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Where you gonna be when they can't control ya?
See you come around and they gonna roll ya.
See you in the ghetto like the chola cola.
They start the countdown.
Now you with somebody wanna throw you a bone
Looking for a conflict to call your own
Well, here's another song about the danger zone
It's about to go down
35 seconds til the countdown starts
25 seconds til the countdown starts
94 seconds til the countdown starts
It's the countdown to the countdown
Time elapses
Love collapses
Over and over
Come over
Red rover
Our ship sails from Dover
It's cargo is time
Hey, good-lookin' with the helmet on
Driving real fast on the Autobahn
Staring at yourself up on the Jumbotron
They stop the countdown
35 seconds til the countdown starts
25 seconds til the countdown starts
94 seconds til the countdown starts
It's the countdown to the countdown
Can't stop listening
Can't stop watching
I need a product to use
Can't stop listening
Can't stop watching
It's called payin' your dues
Can't stop listening
Can't stop watching
They put a movie on TV
Can't stop listening
Can't stop watching
It's called payin' your dues
It's called payin' your dues
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Our hearts will love you, our lips will kiss you
Our teeth will tear your flesh apart
The wheel of death and destruction is on display
Like a precious work of art.
I said, "It's such a coup, it's nothing new, it's nothing we haven't seen.
It's just a big to-do to punish you for being so unclean."
Our operators are standing by
To provide you with excellent service
The monotones make you want to die
And also understandably nervous
I spoke with Gerald Ford on the Ouija board and he said the whole thing stinks.
He said, "It's such a bore, it's nothing more than playing Tiddly-Winks."
So...
Doom and gloom and doom and gloom
Hounds of hell are howling at the moon
And we're visiting Joe Biden's tomb
And the eternal scent of time will run the course
Just like a headless horse without a horse
And I don't care what any of youse thinks
When I hit the iceberg, the iceberg sinks
I don't need your gravity
So, go ahead and slap your big X on me.
Our corporate masters made their profits
From their re-usable nightmare
The action news correspondent displays his marvelous shiny hair
He said "It's getting a little bit stuffy in here now
Don't ya think?
But never fear the weekends here
You can die if you pray for more"
Doom and doom and doom and gloom
Judgment day is surely coming soon
All the boys and girls stay in their room
Even though their story is about you
The story surely wouldn't be told without you
And the eternal scent of time will run the course
Just like a headless horse without a horse.
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Stop! We are good times.
We're from the 80s and we're here to help.
That's when the lion awoke and Mephistopheles spoke.
He said, "You still got some time, baby, there's still time to choke."
That's where her majesty dines on perpendicular lines.
So, stop making me stop, we are good times.
Stop! We are good times.
And I don't even know.
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating, and I don't even know.
This job is taking its toll.
Sometime it be so droll.
You gotta jam it baby,
go on and jam it in the hole.
We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
No battery, but your lights are on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
Jam it in the hole.
Stop! We are good times.
It keeps pushing
It keeps pushing me down,
It keeps pushing.
Tell me are you gonna push, push?
It's just a sick ma-chine,
A certain fantasy,
An alternative version of what I need.
To fly a flag up a pole
It's an attainable goal.
Rock and Roll ride home.
Just go and jam it in the hole.
Jam it in the hole.
Jam it in the hole.
Stop! We are good times.
I am god's love, baby.
I'm Courtney Love, baby.
Who the hell are you?
No battery, but your lights are still on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
No battery, but your lights are still on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
What is the market value of a soul?
Kids keep jamming it into the hole.
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I was traveling on, moving on the road toward my Jehovah
It was the only thing I knew how to do
She was banging a gong, she was banging and banging it over and over
She said you better get some music in you
But you know I'm saving some
For the person I become
And if you're willing to wait long
Something better always comes along
I am a song
I am an aural subsidy
I am a song
A three minute symphony
Yes I belong to the society of piety and love
But I still need someone to shove now, baby
I was hanging around
I was hanging around
At the bottom of the food chain
Looking for you
You were bowing down
You were caught in a struggle with your va-jay-jay
Well is there anything I can do?
Cuz I could lend a helping hand
But be careful where you stand
Cuz I turn into King Kong
When the coffee gets too strong
I am a song
An evil siren's melody
I am a song
In an unusual key
Yes I belong to a punishment and merriment of love
I fit you like a music glove now baby
doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
You were bringing me down
You were hemming and hawing about the Apocalypse
While I was stuck in an elevator
I had to turn you around
And wise you up, bring you back to your grips
Well, you can thank me for it later
Though, we couldn't have come this far,
Without a very special car
Someday we'll right the wrongs
Of Joe Lean and The Jing-Jang-Jong
I am a song
And though my words don't often rhyme
I am a song
With a refreshing twist of lime
Yes I'm oblong
I'll let my music rule, cause it's something to do for with love
But I'm not bigger than love, now baby
No I'm not bigger than love now baby
I'm not bigger than love now baby
Come on, come on, come on, baby.
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It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Don't waste your time examining the mind of a stripper
You're gonna get cripped in the crypt of the cripper.
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!
Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Why are all the white people filled with hate? (filled with hate)
Why do archaeologists excavate? (excavate)
Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Number eighty-eight,
Number eighty-eight,
Number eighty-eight
I know its getting late,
We should wrap this debate
So let's dive under the covers where the good times await
Every life needs a fate
Every lad needs a mate
Every seller needs a buyer
Every oven needs a fire
And if you're on fire, you're gonna need some water
And if you're underwater, you're gonna need some air
And if you're in the air, you're gonna need a place to land
And if you're on land, you can come and see my piece of shit band!
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Number eighty-eight, Number eighty-eight
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Number eighty-eight, Number eighty-eight
Is this really happening?
Yes it is! (Yes it is!)
Are we always doing this?
Yes it is! (Yes it is!)
Not gonna be ya sweet billionaire, lover.
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This is a love song for myself
For me, by me, everything it oughta be
A self-centered melody in the key of me
Hey girls
You're looking for that final push
This song will turn your mind to mush and straighten all your curls
I'll always be here for me
(Fortunately for me)
Come with me my destiny
(lies with me)
I will sing this song of me
(To an audience of me)
Listen to what the cat man sings
(Me Me Me Me Meeeee....)
This is a dream where I control everything
Never gonna wake up, never gonna share my cum.
Not with you or anyone until you come to see.
My views on my perception
I think I have all the tools to be a deity
I'll always be here for me
(Fortunately for me)
Come with me my destiny
(lies with me)
I will sing this song of me
(To an audience of me)
Listen to what the cat man sings
(Me Me Me Me Meeeee....)
There once was a time when we were two
I even needed help tying my shoe
The expectations were low
The time slipping by and nowhere to go
So I cut myself free
Yea I'm feeling so free
But it's clear, I wouldn't be you without me
This is a love song for myself
Tragic, epic the kind of thing that makes you sick
My candle's got a shorter wick and I'm burning out
I'm sure you say good things about me
Cause I never doubt me, but now I'm made of doubt
I'll always be here for me
(Fortunately for me)
Come with me my destiny
(lies with me)
I will sing this song of me
(To an audience of me)
Listen to what the cat man sings
(Me Me Me Me Meeeee....)
Listen to what the cat man sings
(Me Me Me Me Meeeee....)
Listen to what the cat man sings
(Me Me Me Me Meeeee....)
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Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me, we're goin' out
To catch the latest sound
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down
Hey, y'all, prepare yourself for the rubberband (rubberband) man
You've never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Oh, Lord, this dude is outta sight
Everything he does
Seem to come out right
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised, I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat's puttin' down
When I saw this short, fat guy
Stretch a band between his toes
Hey, I laughed so hard
'Cause the man got down
When he finally reached his goal
Hey, y'all, prepare yourself for the rubberband (rubberband) man
You've never heard a sound
Like the rubberband (rubberband) man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Got that rubber band
Up on his toes
And then he wriggled it up
All around his nose
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Playin' all that music, yet keepin' time
Where in the world did he learn that, oh, Lord
Lord, help him get away
Hey, y'all, prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Rubberband man, rubberband man
How much of this stuff do he think we can stand?
I don't know
So much rhythm, grace, and debonair for one man,
Lord, and then he had the nerve to wiggle his left toe
Slip it through his knee, got the feeling in his head, y'all
Aw, come on, baby
Hey, y'all, prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Rubberband man starts to jam
Moving up and down cross the land
Got the people all in his wake
Everything probably seems outta place
Just move it, just move it
Just move, move, move it
Just, rubberband, rubberband man
Just move it, just move it
Just move, move, move it
Just, rubberband, rubberband man
Get down
Oh, get down low
Ah ha
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I'm done with the road
I need an abode
A door to put my keys in
I've been a rolling stone but now going alone
Is akin to committing treason
Now speaking of
Woman in love
It's rhyme without reason
So come out from the forest we'll move into the chorus
Cuz it's wood chopping season
But first we'll build a bridge from here to there out of the finest mahogany
And then we'll build a place to sit and stare
I can't believe that you got to me
I see the meaning of life girl as our house becomes a home
And I've made you my wife girl maybe you throw me a bone
Let me sit down at your table and chairs
Free from all cares
Let me drown in your stares at your
Table and chairs
Now we've done our best
Passed every test
For cohabitation
But the registry sucks
I need five hundred bucks
To finance your elation
Some assembly required
I'm already tired
And I'm owed an explanation
It's a housekeeping heist
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I think i need a vacation
But first we'll apply a coat of varnish with the best polyurethane
Preventing any measure of tarnish and providing a pleasant stain
I'm drinking in the amazement as our house becomes a home
And there's a finished basement for all my most treasured stones
And room for your
Table and chairs
Free from all cares
Let me drown in your stares at your
Table and chairs
Any house can be a home
If push comes to shove
But i really gotta know
Do we have enough space?
Have enough space for all this love?
I can knock down some walls
Build an extension
Lay down some drywall
Trip the circuit breaker
And build an extension
I can get used to living anywhere
I used to live in a condominium with 3 other guys
I was paying 200 dollars a month
This is way better
Now I got a table and chairs
I got a woman and a wife
I got a television the size of Oklahoma
I got a yard for my invisible dog
And my invisible fence
I can keep the government off my lawn
I don't need no government interference coming to screw with me
I got married to my wife
And we bought a house
And also a table and chairs
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You get the hotel,
I'll get the box of wine.
No sadder words had been spoken,
Since the dawn of time.
When we were young,
We never think that it will come to this,
Because you only get one shot;
I took my shot and missed.
She said "You just keep it still love,
I'll get the cameras going".
I'm still amazed at the things I do,
To keep my debts from growing.
She says "We've got some sort of symbiotic relationship",
And for our purposes,
She says she finds me well equipped.
(She's barkin' up my tree),
(And bouncin' on my knee).
Like some sort of Buddha-baby!
(She's a talkin' turkey),
(Smokin' my jerky).
I guess I'm in the market for what she's hawkin',
Build some more shelves cause we're gonna keep stockin',
We can talk turkey till the turkey starts talkin' to me!
Her stomach's bigger than my eyes!
(Happy Thanksgiving, baby!)
She smothers me inside;
This time I daren't forget the gravy.
She says "I'll just freshen up now,
I'm expecting some more friends".
And it's becoming clear to me,
There's more filth around the bend.
She said (?) for the kind of internet,
And she always gets everything that she sets out to get.
(She's teaching birds and bees),
(And always pushin' me).
Like a leather monstrosity!
(She's a talkin' turkey),
(Smoking the jerky).
Better get the door 'cause I hear your friends knocking,
(?) and just keep walking.
We can talk turkey till the turkey is talking to me!
Talking to me!
She's shaking her thighs!
(You know how to treat a lady),
She smothers me and dies!
Happy Thanksgiving, baby,
Happy Thanksgiving, baby,
Happy Thanksgiving, baby,
Happy Thanksgiving, baby!
Baby.
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