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No Career (2023 Remix)
02:39
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NO CAREER
She was a man who believed in love,
Who as a boy, made a living going into cups.
Certainly not like the other son;
Under the gates for another cemetery fuck.
There’s jobs all over the place...
-- or so the yuppies would say.
You got nothin’ to do.
You want somethin’ to do.
A career ain’t nothin’ for you.
A career ain’t nothin’ for you.
Are you my friend or my enemy?
Are you the girl in the alley or the magazine?
I look at the holes in my tattered jeans:
Who in their right mind would ever wanna hire me?
You got nothin’ to do.
You want somethin’ to do now, honey.
A career ain’t nothin’ for you.
A career ain’t nothin’ for you.
I wonder if they’re hiring down at 53rd and 3rd.
Fuck.
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A GOOD MAN IS HARD (2 FIND)
Once again, lying naked on her bed:
“Do you like anything that you see?”
Drunken deadbeat, he passes out instead.
“Does he like anything about me?”
Take out a loan, cos he has shown:
This is all. He hasn’t grown.
This is the only man you’ve known.
This is the only man you’ve known.
It’s why you’re afraid to be alone.
Cos he’s the only man you’ve known.
Run away till your breath decays.
Because if you stay, you will die this way.
Lost at sea to the nth degree of Kevin Baconcy,
You’re with him and not me.
This is the only man you’ve known.
(walk in, walk out)
This is the only man you’ve known.
(walk in , walk out)
It’s why you’re afraid to be alone.
(walk in, walk out)
Cos he’s the only man you’ve known.
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Almighty (2023 Remix)
01:58
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ALMIGHTY
There was a boy in a barroom fight,
It was his third in as many nights.
He said, “My friend, you don’t understand:
We’re going down this road.”
There was a girl wearin’ black and white.
She had a friend in jesus christ.
She left the church for another man,
Who showed her where to go.
There is a right way to rock.
There is a wrong way to roll.
There is a right way to Rock ‘n’ Roll Almighty.
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JUST LIKE HEATHENS
Woah, I’m runnin’ back to you.
Our heads roll and they’re turnin’ blue.
We douse oursevles in gasoline,
As fresh blood drips from the guillotine.
Like heathens kicked outta Sunday School.
My father has got nothin‘ better to do,
He preaches on Wednesdays and Thursdays too.
These history books are out of place,
Cos they make him fall flat on his face.
The teacher walks out like no one’s fool.
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5. |
Superstar (2023 Remix)
01:43
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SUPERSTAR
Red, green, and yellow lights-a-changin’,
State of emergency.
Cross-dressin’ cross examination:
Drag, race, and ecstacy.
Dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ tonight.
Oooh-hoo, I’m a superstar.
He or she? Don’t matter to me!
Transgendered tirbal trick-or-treating,
Trailbalzing Trojan Whores.
Transcendental tragicomic trinity:
Transatlantic ticksters.
Dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ tonight.
Oooh-hoo, I’m a superstar.
He or she? Don’t matter to me!
Dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ tonight.
Oooh-hoo, I’m a superstar.
He or she?
Well, we’ll just have to wait and see!
Dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ tonight.
Oooh-hoo, I’m a superstar.
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PINK GIRLS vs. PUNK CHICKS
Silly little pink girls, skippin’ a meal or three.
Leave it to the pink girls to ruin the song.
Silly little pink girls want a fake romance.
Pretty little punk chicks are never to cool for me.
Pretty little punk chicks, singin’ along.
Pretty little punk chicks always wanna dance.
The things they say never go away.
The things they say and do.
Silly little pink girls, skippin’ a meal or three.
Leave it to the pink girls to ruin the song.
Silly little pink girls fallin’ on their ass.
Pretty little punk chicks are never to cool for me.
Pretty little punk chicks, singin’ along.
Pretty little punk chicks, we can all be friends.
The things they say never go away.
The things they say and do.
Pretty little punk chicks only wanna dance.
Pretty little punk chicks only wanna dance.
Pretty little punk chicks only wanna dance.
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UChose2BU (2023 Remix)
04:02
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UCHOSE2BU
I walked the moon for you. You said “It’s nothing,”
And it’s all in my head. All in my head.
We go for tea for two.
It’s all about you, although nothing is said.
Nothing is said.
You see, smell, taste, touch, hear, etc.,
Except you can’t appreciate anything.
You coulda been so many things.
Coulda been so many things.
But uchose2bu. Uchose2bu.
Closed-minded, open-mouthed.
I’ll pry “I’m sorry” from your cold, dead lips.
You’re so full of shit.
No time to work it out:
You talk in circles to yourself again, suffocating.
You cannot wait for me to swallow the pride,
That you’d rather steal from me, steal from me.
Pour concrete in my mouth again, so egregiously.
Every story’s got a hundred sides you don’t wanna hear.
You can hide from me, and everyone but yourself.
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SUBWAY MUSICIANS PROGRAM
If you can’t figure this one out, you’re lame.
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SOCIAL MEDIA RETIREMENT CAMP
In the eye of a needle is a vacancy of space.
In social media: the regrets you can’t erase.
The body is vacant,
So the mind will lay to rest.
You are forsaken,
Cos you think it’s off your chest.
Maybe your headstone got it wrong,
Maybe your hopes and dreams are gone,
Cos you “Retired at 21,”
But you’ll forever be a song in social media.
In social media.
If you loved a hundred men,
Who were all, who were all, the same old man.
Would you make the same mistakes again, and again?
You loved a hundred men,
Who were all your father in the end.
Can’t make the same mistakes again -- it’s not them!
In social media retirement camp.
“I’m sorry,
But this one is going to end up on your permanent record!”
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10. |
Shallow End (2023 Remix)
02:55
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SHALLOW END
We work in the shallow end.
She lives on coxygen.
She wants to famous and then...
Well, what then?
Soundcheck’s in an hour or two,
We’re writing another tune.
We ain’t got nothin’,
So there’s so much less to prove.
She thinks she’s a role model (not a role model).
But she’s just a stupid girl.
She’ll do what the record company says.
Soundcheck’s in an hour or two,
We’re writing another tune,
But she’s waitin’ in the van,
For the man from the photo shoot.
She wants designer shoes,
To cure her shallow-ended thrift store blues.
She ain’t got nothin’,
So there’s so much less to prove.
She’ll do what the record company says (I won’t).
She’ll do what the record company says.
From beginning to shallow end.
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