1. |
Sasso
02:50
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There's a million little things here that are going wrong,
but for all the tea in China you can't leave it alone.
Best simmer down, but you'd rather be dead,
you think you're alright, I think you're sick in the head.
There is nothing here that I am looking for,
you can hate me, you can blame me, but you're coming out sore.
Like a gambler who has just been told;
"You're all out of chips now, we need you to fold".
It's a bad thing.
You're out of control.
You're in traffic, but you think red means go.
No one can tell you you're wrong.
You're a rebel with a medal but no Gunderson.
Judy ain't impressed, you're distressed you're no fun.
Punch pepper's pike, and you start to move,
you got a whole lot of time but you've got nothing to lose.
It's a bad thing.
And it's gonna get worse,
you're determined, and your pride is a force.
No one can push you off course.
It's a bad thing.
You're out of control.
It's bombastic, you think that you're on a roll.
No one can tell you you're wrong.
And the sad thing,
is you're not alone.
Like-minded individuals share your hope.
No one can tell you you're wrong.
No one will throw me a bone.
No one just won't play along.
No one can tell you you're wrong.
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2. |
Man on the Moon
04:36
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Hello, how do you do?
I'm the millionth man on the moon and
I'm sorry if I seem on the darker side,
I just found out about the explosion on Apallo 95.
Check your ears, am I coming in hot?
They say the tragedy don't matter 'cus our progress cannot stop.
We've long since left the milky way,
and I'm the only man left on the moon that seems to want to stay, they say:
"Embark, take your place among the stars,
Recycle all your water and eat insect protein bars.
Space cancer will rob you of breath,
but we've got clones prepared in case of your untimely death.
Join us soon, or be the last man on the moon."
The year is 4009,
and I'm the only guy who can't get with the times.
Propaganda pumping out on that line,
saying "The vacuum of space is better than being left behind".
By now, I hope you see the theme,
space exploration is the American Dream.
But a nightmare is what is seems to me,
no family, fun, the sun, no buns, no color TV, they scream:
"Excelsior, we've got to do more,
it's embarrassing how much better the Russians perform.
Space madness will claim all your friends,
but we've got drugs to make you forget that you ever loved them.
Join us soon, or be the last man on the moon."
One track mind, what do they hope to find?
They've proven to me its not intelligent life.
So I'll stay here, though my potential great,
I'd rather be happy, than history make.
I am doomed,
To be the last man to
depart, there are wonders to behold
but we engineered out all the windows to protect from the cold.
Space travel ain't for the poor, so bankrupt your parents and,
come and explore.
Join us soon, or be the last man on the moon.
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3. |
Mr. Rotten
02:44
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The day was hot,
and the sun hung low in the sky
and Mr. Rotten had enough of playing
"Mr. Nice Guy".
And so he
saddled up his horse,
and he went for a ride
certain that when he was finished,
those he hated would die.
Mr. Rotten
He stinks of death
He's forgotten
Any Sympathy he might have had left
Better run
With your children and wife
Grab your gun
and flee for your life.
By now the sheriff
was hot on his trail
but Mr. Rotten was certain
that he would prevail.
The sheriff and his deputies
followed straight into the canyon
and hit the tripwire dynamite
laid by the madman.
Mr. Rotten
rode into town
the mayor and his gunmen
were quickly gunned down
before long bodies littered the streets
the banker and barkeep got down on their knees
A moment of mercy was all that was needed.
The banker's blade bathed in the blood Rotten bleeded.
They headed to Rotten's house
to dispose of the evidence
of their and the mayor's secret ring
of child enslavement.
But Mr. Rotten knew
just what these scoundrels would do
Booby trapped his house with weight sensors built for a few
of the fat cats in town and their criminal crews.
A sinkhole opened and down they fell
Despite his name, Mr.Rotten warn't the one
Rotting in hell.
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4. |
Fight Song
02:37
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One, two, three, four
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
I know there's no hope for someone like me.
There's a hole in my head where all my common sense should be.
oooh-a-hoo.
There's a reason that there's no snow in the spring,
but when you come round there's no telling what the seasons will bring.
You're like a love song,
except that's cheesy as heck,
you're like a fight song ready to break my neck,
oh la la la.
And when the chorus hits, its like a slap in the face,
by the flavor that I crave oh but I just can't embrace,
oh la la la.
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
The shame is that if you ever came to my side,
my tears of pure joy would dehydrate me until I died.
oooh-a-hoo.
I'm a black sheep, you're a wolf on the prowl.
And they don't hear the same music I do, when you howl.
You're like a rebel that don't follow what the conductor wrote,
You're a fight song about to slit my throat,
oh la la la
And the bridge that you burn stops me at the moat,
I'm all out of time and you won't follow my notes,
oh no no no
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
Whoo-hoo
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5. |
South Side
02:11
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The November wind blows,
on the south side of the old railroads.
It's where we met, at least I think so,
but I forget.
Ah-ah-oh. (a-whoo-hoo)
Ah-ah-oh. (a-whoo-hoo)
The moonlight falls,
through the windows in the empty halls.
The lights are off,
on the south side of your broken heart.
Ah-ah-oh. (a-whoo-hoo)
Ah-ah-oh. (a-whoo-hoo)
The sunset calls me, leaves are falling,
through the air.
If you can't reach me, come and meet me,
on the south side, I'll be there. (a-whoo-hoo)
I'll be there. (a-whoo-hoo)
I'll be there. (a-whoo-hoo)
I'll be there. (a-whoo-hoo)
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6. |
GF
02:44
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You're growing roses,
you say I couldn't grow weeds.
You think the thorns make them precious,
but I disagree.
Green flowers grow,
in a place I know.
And when the sun don't shine,
they're still warm and alive.
In the place that I know,
Where those green flowers grow of mine.
So the orchids sprout around you now,
and it ain't even spring.
I may not have what you have,
but I've got a bigger dream.
There's a place that I know,
where your pride won't show.
And what grows there,
I hold very dear.
In the place that I know,
Where those green flowers grow of mine.
In a place that I found,
with a green flowered ground of mine.
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7. |
Fate
03:33
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Sparklers and fireworks will fill up the night,
you refuse to celebrate, drinking alone in the candlelight.
This monument to compromise could have been great,
but you washed your hands upon the sands and left it to fate.
Fate.
You were not a fly on the wall or a fan in the stands,
with the mode you own you could have thrown a wrench in their plans,
instead with pride you stood aside and just chose to wait,
but you're still surprised by the outcome when you left it to fate.
Fate.
So now I stand here with all that I've seen,
you're the kind of guy wishes cigarettes were a little less lean.
And I still wonder if I could be sate,
but how can that happen when you left it to fate?
Fate.
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Mitchell Mazzoni Atlanta, Georgia
I like rock and roll and I swear to goobless that someday I'll be good at it
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