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When you blow lights on Georgia
You look groovy.
Your organized chaos
Gets my heart moving.
Patch a tube in two minutes flat.
First girl at the alley cat.
She dosen't ride erratic
she rides fast.
If you jumped ship
I swear I'd learn to swim.
Front brake, french braid
and she is hammering.
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2. |
Gossip Girl
02:00
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People always talk
and they don't ever stop
and I just want to chop
off their heads.
Always with the gossip.
Always some hot topic
and I just want to
lop off their heads.
When you go out
you see them.
You just can't believe them.
Can't believe one word they say.
And when you fucking see them
you just can't believe them.
Can't believe on
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3. |
I Got Away
02:18
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I almost ended my
young life today.
Banking a hard right
off of Georgia on to Hornby.
She signaled left but
kept going straight.
I just missed that head light
but I got away.
Looking left and looking right every fuckin time i see a light
never got a window never had a chance
never going to make it to that other lane
Yeah, I got away.
I almost ended my
young life today.
With a switch blade
and a bottle of whiskey.
But it's not my time.
It ain't over yet.
Where not going nowhere.
Wear your helmet.
Never again I never see anything in fuckin front of me.
Going really slow raking up my nose
never going to make it through another day .
Yeah, I got away.
Never again no never again looking back
can't see can't stay
saying the things but didn't want to know
let me left so i can make it to the other road
Away. Yeah, I got away.
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4. |
Innercity
01:31
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People smoking rock
right around the clock.
Bums picking cans like
they were working
for the man.
Hookers pulling jobs
in between sobs.
Dealers on the corner
Selling heroin.
Take a peak
at your city.
This could be
your family.
Take a peak
at your city.
Inner city.
Inner city.
The cops don't give a fuck.
Johns lurking in pic ups.
People roll up their windows
when they drive around here.
Clothes torn and tattered,
lives beat and battered.
People sneak a peak and
then they drive away.
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5. |
Jaywalker
01:24
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Running between buses
and jumping between cars.
Keep it up you'll be covered in scars.
I know your lunch break
is only twenty minutes long
but you keep it up
you'll be hearing this song.
Jay walker.
nothing but a goddamn jaywalker.
I don't care what you say
you don't mean nothing to me.
I don't care what you say
your nothing but a goddamn
Jay walker.
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6. |
Mt. Arlington Heights
01:24
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I wish I could be as
strong as Frances.
I wish I could be as
tough as Lars.
She raised ten kids
with the best she had.
He built that house
with his own two hands.
Some times are golden
and other times are sad.
I hate to see them go
but I'm not gonna be mad.
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7. |
Public Spaces
02:44
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Public spaces.
Pacified public spaces.
Gentrified cherished places.
Selective development sector.
Aggressive architecture.
Our city's leaving I'll miss her.
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R.L.F.
01:17
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If I gotta cry
you gotta shoulder.
If I pick a fight
you are a soldier.
Real life friends.
They lend you money
when you don't
have your rent.
Real life friends.
They don't sleep
with your girlfriend.
Real life friends.
They always
got your back.
Real life friends are never
on the attack.
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9. |
Red Light Go
01:34
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Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
I don't see why your so stressed out.
Ain't got nothing to talk about.
All you ever do is complain.
It happens to me. It happens to you.
There's not a whole lot anyone can do.
It's not just like your problems go away.
So go to bed and when you wake up
tell yourself to not give a fuck.
Go outside and stop bitching about the rain.
Your life's not so fucking bad.
Don't let bullshit make you mad.
It's as much as you can do
if you wanna stay sane.
That's why I say
Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
But I think it's a little messed up
to let a little bad luck
make your day suck
when all you gotta do do is
look the other way.
Life is short so let's get rad.
Don't let something make you sad
when all you gotta do is
look the other way.
That's why I say
Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
Red light go!
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10. |
Tearjerker
02:18
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Sometimes it strikes twice.
so you see them fall and you see them get up
and then you never thought you'd
ever make it out alive
i don't care its raining raining
i don't care its raining raining
rubber down i gotta bet it.
Sometimes it strikes twice.
and so you
play with fate even thought its late and ya i gotta carry all this fucking weight
i don't care its fucking raining
i don't want to make it late
don't want to be in shit another time
This one's for Crazy Eye's
Lightning strikes. Lightning strikes twice.
Lightning strikes. Lightning strikes twice.
I got a new bag.
Lightning strikes. Lightning strikes twice.
Lightning strikes. Lightning strikes twice.
Sometimes it strikes twice.
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11. |
Tired Eyes
01:30
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I cry,cry,cry.
Cry a river over you.
I take tired eyes
and look at some one new.
You said I'll see one day
your the one that got away.
Say what you wanna say
do what you wanna do
but I'm not in love with you.
Why don't you see
that you and me
just aren't the same
as we used to be.
Things have changed
because people change
and I don't think that
it's really that strange.
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Where did all the money go?
Well you could blame the doctors.
You could blame the Lawyers.
You could blame the bankers
just don't blame me.
You could blame a priest.
You could blame the police.
They did it to them.
They did it to me.
Did it to working class families.
Your mom.
Your Dad.
Your little sister got so mad
when they took away
her leather jacket.
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13. |
Courier
00:57
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When your young and
people look at you that way.
Life's a fucking game
and you don't wanna play.
You got a quarter
but no one left to call.
Somewhere between evreything
and nothing at all.
I'm a courier.
Another Monday morning
when I don't get out of bed.
Got no money and my eyes are red.
Nothing to eat.
An empty bottle booze.
I always set my clock
and I always hit snooze.
Everywhere I go the cars
are trying to hit me.
Haven't had smoke yet.
Got no coffee in me.
Gotta get out of bed
and try to find my shoes.
Because I'm a courier.
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Dispatcher
01:58
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He doesn't know Georgia
from Hornby or Bute.
Gives me all the shitty
fucking routes.
Fills my bag with overnights.
He's just fucking lucky
he's out of my sight.
Dispatcher.Dispatcher.
Gimmie some trips.
Dispatcher.Dispatcher.
This is fucking bullshit.
Dispatcher.Dispatcher.
It ain't that slow.
Dispatcher.Dispatcher.
C'mon, let's go.
He sends me to all these stupid places.
To him we're just numbers not faces.
If I get another shitty trip
I swear I'm gonna quit.
I'm gonna lose my shit.
10-4 10-9 10-4 10-9
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15. |
Child Support
01:13
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Get a job.
Your fucking lazy.
Get a job.
It's making me crazy.
Get a job.
You fucking baby.
Your on child support.
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16. |
Broads
01:59
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Abby taught me how to flip.
Lana taught me how to kiss.
Ana Rose already knew all this shit
that's why she's on this fucking list.
My sister taught me how to fight.
My mother wrong from right.
These are the women in my life.
Can't live with em.
Can't live without em.
When their gone you miss em.
You write songs about em.
My Grandmother taught me
the meaning of true love.
My cousin Natel is the definition
of not giving up.
Barb Daniel don't talk to me
but I still give her big ups.
Helen Hughes was my teacher
and that.... that was just good luck.
Can't live with em.
Can't live without em.
When their gone you miss em.
You write songs about em.
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