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I did every little thing you asked of me
Even brushed after every meal
I made my bed each and every day
Never lied and did not steal
But what good did it do me
Did I wind up ahead
'Cos now I'm a sucker
A sucker with a made bed
Whatever’s gone wrong
Whatever will be
Don’t blame me, no
Don’t blame me
Whatever I did
It’s ancient history
Don’t blame me, yeah
Don’t blame me
I did every little thing you asked of me
Yeah, always took out the trash
I carried out all your crazy demands
Never batted an eyelash
But what does it matter now
Now that we’re at the end
I feel a like a fool
The kind of fool I can’t defend
I did every little thing you asked of me
I lied and cheated and I stole
I laid down my so-called life for you
And I sold out my very soul
You put me through hell
A world of hurt
I gave myself away
And all I got was this lousy t-shirt
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2. |
When Will I Ever Learn?
05:38
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When will I get it
When will I finally see
That what I think I know
Comes with no guarantee
Wish I were smarter
But wishing just ain’t enough
Not even my bluster
Is enough to call my bluff
Well I ain’t exactly living the dream
My dream is out of steam
When will I ever learn
When will I get it straight
And if I ever learn
Will it be too late
When will I ever learn
When will I know it
I mean the answer, that is
How will it come to me
Maybe in the form a quiz
Will I be ready
Will I be humble and wise
Will I understand it
And what it might symbolize
Well I ain’t exactly known for my smarts
I galumph along in fits and starts
When will I touch it
When will I know its touch
That’s all that I need
Not asking all that much
Will I feel its love
And will I love it back
Will it speak to me
Or will I be out of whack
Don’t know how much longer I can hang
Living with this sturm and drang
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3. |
Under
04:23
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Last night I dreamed I was drowning
Inside the belly of a big fat girl
I had to bust her wide open
And I crawled out with a big fat pearl
She laughed with her big fat laugh
It sounded just like thunder
She reached out with her big fat hand
And she pulled me under
This girl applied her make-up liberally
She looked just like a big fat clown
And every time I tried to get away
She said, I will take you down, I’ll take you down
She said the world has many marvels
And I am the eighth wonder
She reached out with her big fat hand
And she pulled me under
Last night I dreamed I was suffocating
Inside the palm of a big fat girl
It smelled peanuts and cracker jacks
It made me wanna hurl
She pulled me apart bit by bit
Till I was split asunder
Then she took her big fat hand
And she pulled me under
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4. |
Thanks for Nuthin'
05:53
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I poured my heart out there
I didn't hold back
You seemed to be a reasonable sort
I talked about a lot of things
Personal stuff
You always had a savvy retort
You hummed, Oooh-oooh, ahh-ahh
I talked about my pitiful past
And all the shit I done
And all the shit I wish I could undo
I talked about my daydreams
I talked about my nightmares
I loosened up my screw
You hummed, Oooh-oooh, ahh-ahh
Thanks for nuthin'
You did your very least
Yeah, thanks for nuthin'
The patient is deceased
Thanks for nuthin'
I'm going back to where I was
Thanks for nuthin'
Thanks for nuthin'
I wanted to impress you
With all the stuff I'd learned
And you, you leaned into me
I talked about the jobs I've lost
And all my many wives
And you responded reasonably
You hummed, Oooh-oooh, ahh-ahh
What did I expect
That in you I should confide
What did I expect
That you cared deep down inside
I hardly lied about myself
Well, just a little bit
So that you wouldn't think I'm a creep
You nodded your head back and forth
Back and forth, back and forth
Little I did know you were falling asleep
You whispered, Oooh-oooh, ahh-ahh
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5. |
Low Down
05:03
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The air down here is stale and rotten
And it looks just like the Devil’s den
The tenant upstairs is banging on the pipes, yeah
He’s a prince among men
I’m going down, I’m going down
Low down
Nothing’s been the same since the Chinese took it over
The all came in an jacked up the rent
Maybe I’ll move out to the countryside
Fish in the a stream and live in a tent
I’m going down, I’m going down
Low down
There don't seem to be no justice in this world no more
The bad guys are getting away with it all
And folks like me are left hung out to dry
So some president can build his stupid fucking wall
I know I must sound like a crazy old coot
And more than a little bit paranoid
You could say that I got a lot on my mind, yeah
As I stand here staring out into the void
I’m going down, I’m going down
Low down
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6. |
Today Is the Day
06:15
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I went out a-walkin'
On a bright and cheerful day
I came on to a fork in the road
And I lost my way
The sky it blew darker
And a wind nearly blew me down
People rushing 'round like maniacs
And I heard a frightening sound
Today is the day
The rivers are all crestin'
The dams are about to break
Nothing can hold back the water
Nothing left behind the wake
The grocery stores are all crazy
People grabbing at every last scrap
The thin veil of civility is gone with a snap
Today is the day
People hunker in their bunkers
They are waiting for all clear
They gather 'round their radios
And listen to the waves of fear
No one could have predicted
That this would ever come to pass
Blame the nut job we put in charge
Who put us all in this morass
Today is the day
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7. |
Lucky Bastard
03:35
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You put out a record
And it did pretty well
You told all of them critics, yeah
That they could go straight to hell
And anyone who ever put you down
Well they got egg on their big fat face
Yeah they all want to be friend now
They wanna be a part of your good grace
You're a lucky old bastard you
A lucky old bastard
You had to change your number
You had to grow a beard
Now you got fans and you got stalkers
And it is getting a little bit weird
You go on a lot of TV shows
Where they ask what you think of God
You start to question yourself
And wonder if you are a fraud
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8. |
Black Hole
05:50
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I saw you fall into a black hole
When I reached out to you
You let go
After such a long trip
You simply lost your grip
And now I can't find you
What did you say that time in the backyard
Something about something
It took me off guard
They're only just words
Caught up in a flight of birds
And now I can't find you
I will become you
Such a long time ago
You had your visions
They came with
The faraway sound of explosions
Who's burning up the lawn
Now that the dreams are gone
I can't find you
I will become you
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9. |
Laughing
04:15
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Here he comes
Just like a gathering storm
No place to hide
No place that’s safe and warm
He snakes along
Through the heart of the land
He calls you to arms
To serve at his command
He is laughing, laughing all the way
He is laughing to judgement day
There he goes
He is up on his high horse
He draws you in
You are his bold workforce
He makes proud
To be in his parade
You draw your guns
And fire a fusillade
You should be happy to be the butt of his jokes
It’s his way of sayin’ you’re one of the folks
Yeah, you’re one of us, baby
He tell you lies
But you love him all the more
You cheer him on
As he spits out blood and gore
This is your world
The world that you want
You are his slaves
And he is your commandant
He is laughing, he-he haw-haw
Laughing, laughing like a chainsaw
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Dirty
06:01
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Our apartment’s on the seventh floor
We live above a little mini mart
A crazy lady shouts that she is God
As she pushes along her shopping cart
People come and people go
To buy the things that they need
In and out in and out in and out
Like one long centipede
I'm so high I kiss the sky
So high I can’t come down
No I’m not like them people
All them people in this town
I stand here by this window
The shades are dirty and gray
One day I plan to clean ‘em
One day soon, yeah one day
Sometimes I’m kinda jealous
I feel like I’m in jail
Didn't usta be like this
But I lost it all wholesale
This is not my home
Not where I should be, no no
This is not my home
Not my land of the free
This is not my home, no
Not where I belong, oh yeah
This is not my home
This is just wrong, just wrong
Yeah I am sitting way up here
Inside this iron cage
I practice doing yoga
To deal with all my rage
Down below the world keeps on turning
And it sure ain't purty
Down below the world revolves
And it’s all so fucking dirty
One day maybe I'll move away
Find myself some a brand new dig
Decorate it up to the nines
Stop living like a pig
But till then I'll hang out here
With the life that I have made
Watching all them people down below
And casting off some shade
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Adiós Amiga
06:13
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Waited for you at the depot
With a bunch of flowers in my hand
I wore a clean shirt and shaved my beard
Had what I wanted to say all planned
But then you never showed up
And you never called me to say why
Maybe you had something better to do
Or you were with some other guy
And I say adios amiga
I never want to see you again
Adios amiga
Goodbye my fair-weather friend
Adios amiga
I thought that you were much better than this
Never thought of you as being unkind
Never thought that you would leave me flat
And put me out of your mind
I know that I am not perfect
And I can be a bitter pill
But was I ever so awful
That you would finally have your fill
I thought that you were sincere and true
But then I found out it was all talk
You were someone with some good intentions
But you were not someone to walk the walk
You may hold yourself in high regard
I know your friends and your family do
But they don't see what I see
And what I see is the real you
Maybe one day you will know what it's like
To be out here all alone
To know how it feels to need someone
And have them treat you like a stone
They might toss you in a river
They might crush you under their feet
Then you will feel how I feel
How it feels to be broken and beat
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12. |
Happy Trails
04:09
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I don't know who I am anymore
I spill in all directions at once
Crying out in a shrill latticework of wired notes
Wishing to possess something beyond myself
Something beyond my power to imagine
To live among obscured erasures
The unsaid word
The thought uncompleted
The murmur lost
The letters that fly away like small birds
Happy trails to you
"How are you?" she asks
"There's something in the air
That makes everything seem exaggerated," I say
I appear slightly bloated
As if I was allergic to life itself
"I've got a present for you," she says, taking out a compass
"Now you can never get lost"
The two of us stare at it while the needle spins around
and around, before finally coming to rest
"Look," she says, "true north"
Happy trails to you
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