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Poison Cup
02:39
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(Send in the clowns, motherfuckers!)
They woke us up just to tell us that the carnival had rolled in
We stood around all night waiting for the show to begin
With cotton candy shoved in our mouths but nothing was happening
So we stayed all night till the break of day and they put us back to bed again...
Everybody's waiting for something new
Everybody wants something to do
Everybody's standing around looking at you
And you're just drinking, drinking, drinking from the poison cup
We never saw the show when the carnival left our town
The only way you knew was the bars were still full of clowns
With nothing to do and nowhere to go so they were just hanging round
Saying "That's all right, we'll be here all night, and you can put us under the ground!"
CHORUS
I got a song in my mind, I been singing it all day now
Now listen to me people and repeat it what I say now
(Thanks to Mickey Lee Lane)
CHORUS
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Mr. Policeman
02:06
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Hey, Mr. Policeman you caught me walking down the street
And I don't understand just why you're always fucking with me
I'm just trying to live my life, I just want to have a little fun
I think the only one doing any thinking here is your gun!
I'm talking about you, you, you!
Hey Mr. Bossman I know you think that I'm a jerk
And you don't understand just why I'm always late for work
You just seem to be getting rich, while I'm just getting sore
You always want to give a little less and take a little bit more
I'm talking about you, you, you!
See all those barking mouths trying to tell you how to run your life
Like a ball in a machine, you just want to run and hide
Can't kill the cop, can't kill the cop inside your mind
Hey Mr. Politician, well it's really no surprise
Every time you open your mouth out comes another lie
You've been getting in my wallet, you've been getting into my head
Don't think I'm going to be happy until the day you're dead
I'm talking about you, you, you! etc.
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Trouble
02:31
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"Gonna find ourselves a juke joint/ Gonna find a quiet spot/
Maybe throw some chicken and some okra in the pot."
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Lost in the City
02:00
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Hey wouldja come with me, Louise/ To the land of broken hearts and malt liquor and sleaze...
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Hey, Mrs. Brown, your son's a lovely daughter
Got mascara running down his face like dirty water
Cause you don't know why in your small world
How your small town boy could be your small town girl
All my friends are fucked up/ But he's a little more fucked up than the rest of them/ And I just wish you'd shut up/ Because you keep talking, no one's listening/
You caught him wearing your dress/ And said you'd rather that he was dead/ Well, if you want him dead, he'll be dead./ But if I was you, I'd rather have a kid/ Mrs. B. You're killing me...
Hey, Mrs. Brown, your son's a lovely daughter
Got mascara running down his face like dirty water
Cause you don't know why in your small world
How your small town boy could be your small town girl
Now he's taking the bus/ And he's gonna get the fuck out of this town
I think he's smarter than us/ Pissing our lives away, going 'round & 'round.
Gotta get himself free/ Gonna take the 6:15 from Guelph
Going down to New York City/ Where a girl can finally be herself
Mrs. B, you're never gonna see.
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Troublelove's gonna fuck up your life/ like a crackhead with a knife/ car fire in the night. Like a crazy snap decision right before there's a collision/ Like a horrifying vision of a chainsaw incision.
Troublelove's like a panther on the street/ Like a kid with a flamethrower/ Like a crazy bitch in heat/ Like a drive off a pier when your head's full of beer/ But the fact of the matter is that we're all crazy here.
Troublelove Hey!
Troublelove Hey!
Troublelove I'm warning you!
Troublelove Hey!
Troublelove Hey!
Troublelove… Tick... tick... tick... tick... BOOM!
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Natural Selection
01:30
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I've been running lost like Ulysses/ Got no one at home waiting for me...
Pissed away my life/ Still gotta pee/ Another janitor with a PhD
Everybody sees what they want to see...
And natural selection.... fucked me again!
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I Hate the Beach
02:16
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I like Bad Girls
01:08
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I Don't Wanna Wanna
01:06
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She Wants to Get Laid
02:42
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