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Naturally I heard the doctor say
Cut the cord and give the child away
So you had him over for dinner
Carving beans with a butcher knife
I'm back to normal
(He's going over her)
I'm back to normal
(With his thermometer)
I'm back to normal
(She's getting normal)
I'm back to normal now
Back to normal
Back to normal
Back to normal now
You tell him to try and kiss away
All those little things we could not say
And he's got you under that pillow
Well I left instructions for you
I'm back to normal
(I see ya live for hope)
I'm back to normal
(Get out your microscope)
I'm back to normal
(You got enough rope)
I'm back to normal now
Back to normal
Back to normal
Back to normal now
He thinks he's all you ever wanted
He's turning off the lights now
Does he know your bed is haunted?
Who's that in the shadows on the wall?
Who's that with the camera in the hall?
You got doctor's orders
I got all the pictures I need
I'm back to normal
(I sit alone at night)
I'm back to normal
(In the projected light)
I'm back to normal
(It's such an insight)
I'm back to normal now
Back to normal
Back to normal
Back to normal
I'm back to normal now
Back to normal
Back to normal
Back to normal
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I spend so much time tryin'
To learn all your languages
I got nothin' to say
It's all cheap talk in kind
And a matter of time
Some fool gets his way
Down on his knees he says I got this feelin'
That you're not that kind of girl
And no one knows better as he takes off your sweater
Just what he means when he's promised you the world
CHORUS:
Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
He's a snake in britches
Shakin' your head as you lie with the enemy
So much louder than words
All that you felt one more notch in his belt
Well have you heard
You got no heart for these bullets he's loaded with
They just lite up the sky
And who needs a hero when it's zero to zero
Add it up baby, it's just an alibi
REPEAT CHORUS
You could be any one
He can't be bothered with names
Turn off the lites and relax
It's just more of the same
REPEAT CHORUS
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I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house
That sees what I can't see
And that man you were kissin' last night
Definitely was not me, oh baby
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
Just because he was wearin' shades
You thought he didn't leave a clue
I got his name, I know his game
He's double-0 you know who, oh baby
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy)
I've got the facts in the file
Baby I don't have to guess
I took that agent's fingerprints
Off of your new red dress, oh baby
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I know when you're out
I know when you're in
I know where you're goin'
'Cause I know where you've been
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
Baby, I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
Baby, I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
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She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone
He don't call
She sticks another pin
In her doll
And puts him next to her stuffed animals
She got the tubetop
She got the french heels
She got the blowdry
She got her eyes peeled
She got the tight jeans
Seventeen magazine
She got it all
She got it all
She got it all
In her pink bedroom
She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb
She drinks coca-cola with her valium
Mother calls
She sticks another pin
In her doll
And lets those fingers talk her into it
She got the lip gloss
She got the short-shorts
She got her records and
They're all imports
She got her good looks
She got her yearbook
She got it all
She got it all
She got it all
In her pink bedroom
They say they got her future down at the desk
And now they're drawing blood for the grownup test
Something crawls
Beneath her lily skin
And her doll
Is so relieved she's lost her innocence
It was a teen game
Now we're serious
It's all customized
Don't get curious
We got your pension
And your attention
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
From your pink bedroom
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Put your make up on
Though your face is long
Clothes that fit you wrong
What's wrong with you
Last night's Romeo
He just had to go
I don't wanna know
What else is new?
CHORUS:
Good girl bad world
Didn't you say
Good girl, bad world
Can't get away
From boys who unfurl
Flags that don't pay
You're a good girl in a bad world
I'll take her
Now come out to play
They just want to kiss
You just want to miss
Sometimes I think you wish you were a boy
Then you could stand around, act just like a clown
Put those good girls down
Like they were toys
Look in the mirror
Where nothing comes clearer and start to cry
Start to cry
Look in the mirror
Where nothing comes clearer and I know why
I know why
I know why
I know why
REPEAT CHORUS
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My mind is finally clearing
What is this sound I'm hearing?
Chainsaws on bone and gristle
Carving out a new epistle
I've got my pencil sharpened
I will not be disheartened
I won't be disenchanted
Even though the news is slanted
Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation
I see you shaping nooses
Sixty minutes of excuses
Airwaves and wire service
Trying to make me nervous
Your problem's overrated
Your headaches are inflated
No talk now, only chatter
Little chipmunk, what's the matter?
Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation
I'm entertaining notions
Propelled by raw emotions
Put down your Time and Newsweek
Listen to me when I speak
There is no pulse to finger
No waves of grain to bring her
No purple mountain story
And no epoch of glory
Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation
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Down on the beat
They're lining up everyone
Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun
Boys and girls
Stripped to their innocence
We run some real weak links in this long chain of events
Cop party and you better not go
Spend the rest of your life in this TV show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun
Until justice is done
They're checking out
Everybody with a fine-toothed comb
So leave your keys in the car and the wisecracking at home
Spread 'em, boy
And don't you turn around
We're gonna make you real sorry that you ever come into this town
Cop party and you better not go
Spend the rest of your life in this TV show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun
Summer is here, we're out in the street
The verdict is already in
Turn up the music, here comes the heat
Cop party and you better not go
You'll spend the rest of your life in this TV show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun
Cop party and you better not go
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You're different from me
All the boundaries are defined
If we keep up with these truces
One of will lose their mind
And I consciously object to your weapons detector
Hedging bets in the private sector
I don't have to salute you
But I might have to shoot you
Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
Those bullets in the park
Those after dark rendezvous
Somebody has to bleed
As someone draws a bead on you
And it keeps you on your toes, all these innocent gophers
Taking orders in their penny loafers
I could change my position
But you just never listen
Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
Bombs away, as they say
I'm not about to pay membership dues
I've got this dynamite
I know you're sitting tight, waiting for news
Well I'm lighting the fuse
While you were on vacation
I was stationed at the line
You think we've normalized
Well I'm surprised you're so blind
As you traffic in the bucks of the recent reconstruction
This ain't no drill team I'm conducting
You can make your decision
Or watch it on television
But let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
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You said that I would be sorry if you went away
You said I wouldn't be happy without hell to pay
You said the teardrops would fall
Between the bedroom walls
You said that I would regret
Well It Hasn't Happened Yet
Your friends come over and offer to take me to eat
They all seem so sorry I'm sufferin' so much misery
They said to just give a call
Next time that I start to crawl
I always say yeah, you bet
But It Hasn't Happened Yet
I don't have anyone
I'm havin' fun
No one is into me
No one's a mystery
I see you on the street
My heart don't skip no beat
Lovers' hostility
Don't mean a thing to me
I find it hard to remember the good times we had
Call me insensitive now that it's over I'm glad
You said when big shadows fell
It would be too hard to tell
My light from your silhouette
Well it hasn't happened yet
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Bring it in tight and cut to her face
Fade up the lights 'till it wipes out the place
Put on your pants cause she's put out a trace on you
She's found a future it's been localized
Brought out the sutures and clamps for your eyes
Made the incision and no one's suprised but you
CHORUS:
String pull job
Nobody's finer
She's got you sewn up
With the one-liners
She's doin that jerk
She's doin that jerk
She's pulling it tighter
You aim the projector away from the screen
It doesn't affect her she's seen through the scene
Throwin' out lines 'till she finds one that means you'll do
You're thinking of sins so you can confess
But who's gonna come in and clean up the mess
When she takes a bow and you take off the dress OOOh ooooh
REPEAT CHORUS
String pull job
String pull job
String pull job
String pull job
Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
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Stand before it to the nines
Hurry up and get in line
They've got your ashes scattered
Before you even burn
Blasting off for baby town
Wearing cars like angel gowns
Even though I'm wearin' tatters
I just can't wait my turn
CHORUS:
'Cause I've got
New numbers don't understand
New numbers I'm gettin' out of hand
New numbers countin' on me for
New numbers
Oh your body still behaves
Standard issue mindless slave
Somebody gave you your papers
You just stuck around
Now I wanna make a scene
Interrupt your magazine
You're all so tucked in and tapered
I'd only let you down
REPEAT CHORUS
I took the last train home and I,
I can't remember the faces
I'm adding up possibilities
How's the view at twenty paces
REPEAT CHORUS
New numbers
New numbers
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