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My America
04:17
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I was born here
And I feel like I should belong
So why does everything
Seem so wrong
All the things I know
Well they're just not true
Not true
Boo-hoo
This is my America
The land of the brave
And the home of the free
This is my America
My America
But this is no place
No place for me
I have lived here
In this land of the free
But now those freedoms have disappeared
From Hibberts Gore
To NYC
My country has turned weird
If it's America do or die
I have to ask why, why, why
Everybody's connected
Everybody's talking
But nobody is in touch
And the few who say they care
Well they just don't care
The don't care so much
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2. |
Wanker
04:55
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You get away with murder
And by murder I’m not talking figuratively
You’re one badass mother fucking dude
And I’m saying this pejoratively
Wotta wanker, wotta wanker
You’re really something you ain’t
Wotta wanker, wotta wanker
Go on and wank your taint
The things you do are pretty shitty
Not to mention all the lousy things you say
You demand respect but don’t earn it
Like we should just bow down and obey
You act like you own the place
When in fact you don’t own squat
You take the piss out of the meek and mild
Yeah you are a real fucking twat
You are so full of yourself
It’s like nothing can contain you
You spill out in all directions
With nothing to restrain you
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Rage
03:26
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Don’t like your eyes
Don’t like your mouth
Don’t like the way you shuffle along
Don’t like the way you see
Don’t like the way you say
Everything you are is wrong
You bring out the rage
You bring out the rage
You bring out the rage in me
Don’t like your smell
Don’t like your skin
Don’t like the cut of your jib
Don’t like the way you think
Don’t like the way you talk
Everything you say sound so glib
Don’t like your face
Don’t like your feet
Don’t like your anatomy
Don’t like the way you sneak
Don’t like the way you filch
Don’t like how you steal from me
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Sneaky
04:12
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You tell me that I'm lookin' good
That I'm downright smokin'
You tell me that I'm pretty darn hot
For a guy who should be a-croakin'
You gimme so many mad props
That my head is all swoll' up
Keep 'me all a-comin'
No don't let me interrupt
You tell me what I wanna hear
You know just what to say
You say it again and again
You don't go away
Yeah you got the gift of gab
And you're downright cheeky
But underneath the thin facade
Is a dude who is pretty sneaky
You tell me that I'm pretty smart
Like I'm some sort of Einstein
You tell me I'm only getting better
That I'm aging like fine wine
You build me up buttercup
Make me fee l like a million bucks
You say I dress pretty snappy
The essence of deluxe
I wanna believe you as you stroke my tattered ego
I don't wanna know your motives
Just wanna go with the flow
You tell me that I make you laugh
You love my sense of humor
And the shit people lay on you
We ll that's just a bad old rumor
You really have a heart of gold
If anyone should to take a look
You're not some kind of hustler
Not some two-timin' douche-bag schnook
I wanna defend you but then I look a little bit closer
And underneath your brief grin
I see the man who is the poseur
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Feeling twitchy, my skin is itchy
And I just want to jump out of it
Pop a pill, shitty still
Can't take another bout of it
I am blue, what can I do
Other than endure, endure
Ill at ease, my disease
For which there is no easy cure
I am so ne-ne-ne-ne-ne
So nervous, so nervous
Feeling wrecked, the stack is decked
Like a dream where you're walking in mud
Come tomorrow, just more sorrow
My so-called life is a big old dud
There ain't no change
Can't rearrange
Can only play the hand that I'm dealt
It's genetic, you say pathetic
That's really hitting me below the belt
Feeling crappy, I’m unhappy
And brother that's a stone-cold fact
Can't get around it, confound it
People call me a sad sack
No one to blame, a doggone shame
If only I could point a finger
Bottom rung, I get stung
By an insect with a deadly stinger
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6. |
Pilgrim's Progress
04:29
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Got to pick up them pieces
Even when there are no pieces at all
Got to find a clue buried deep in the dust
Got to knock down the wall
Got to find the strength to go on
When no one really ever cares
It may seem dumb and pointless
All these meaningless affairs
Got to get up and get goin'
Even if you got no place to go
There's always something that's worth knowin'
Beyond what you already know
Kickstart this old heart
Kickstart this old heart
Got to find a new direction
Even when there's no direction known
Got to make hay while the still sun shines
Before your heart turns to a stone
Got to put in some kind of effort
Won't get done if you don't do
Got to be brave and face your fear
No way to know what you'll come to
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
I said, Hey boy and hey girl
Everywhere around the world
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7. |
Live Out Loud
02:52
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Live, laugh
Live, live, live out loud
Live, love
Love, love, love out loud
Everybody tells you to keep your mouth shut
Everybody tells you to keep your nose clean
Everybody tells you to keep your facts straight
Align yourself with the geometric mean
Wanna get louder and louder, louder and louder
Everybody tells you to straighten up and fly right
Everybody tells you turn your shit down
Everybody tells you shave your beard off
Would be best for all if got yourself right out of town
Wanna get louder and louder, louder and louder
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8. |
Dead Souls
04:29
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One day I didn't recognize my face
The old me had vanished without a trace
Maybe he got sick of being in the race
Is he over there
Under the chair
Approach him if you dare
Approach him if you dare
We're just dead souls wandering around
Dead souls not yet underground
Dead souls no one to be found
I want to think that my brain is the boss
Why it's not I'm forever at a loss
It's like a bridge that I can't get across
Why do I do what I do
The world looks askew
I can't get close to you
I can't get close to you
Help me find myself
Help me find who I am
Help me find myself
Help me out of this jam
One day I saw you coming down the street
You saw me and beat yourself a hasty retreat
I fell down and spun out over the concrete
Didn't ever see you again
Think about you now and then
I wonder all about way back when
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Good Neighbor
03:57
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I wake up every single frickin' day
To the moan of his lawn mowin'
It rattles all the shit on my shelves
With a noise that is mind blowin'
Just wanna punch him out
But I ain't got no real power
The best that I can muster
Is to stare back with a glower
This is my good, good neighborhood
He lives right next door to me
This is my good, good neighborhood
Sing his song with a banjo on my knee
Who is he and what is he doin'
What odd interests is he pursuin'
Maybe one day I might know his name
But till then I don’t just the same
He has lots of wild, wild parties
That always end with a fight
The cop show up at two in the mornin'
But no one acts contrite
There is a hoopin' and hollerin'
And a lot of smashing noise
Some dude is taken down
He's just one of the boys
I wonder what the hell he dreams
When he lays down at night in his bed
Is he tossing and is he turning
Or is he sleeping like a dunderhead
I bet he just don’t care
Not one way or not the other
I am not my brother’s keeper
‘Cause he sure as hell is not my brother
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Woke up in the dead of the night
To the sound of breaking glass
Ran to the window
And was knocked back on my ass
A light filled the room
Much brighter than the sun
Thought it was the end of time
The human race was all but done
A star fell down on Indiana
Just like it did in the start of time
Some of us laughed and some of us cried
Until the last of us had died
Went to the fairgrounds
But the blast had destroyed it
The carousel was crushed
Thought about how much we'd enjoyed it
Some of us were injured
And some were nearly dead
Some were talking on their cellphones
To see how bad and how widespread
Thought I might escape unscathed
But I was still in heavy shock
Then I saw my bloody hands
As I sat down on a rock
Cars were exploding and babies were screaming
I saw you draw one last breath
It was then I knew I was not dreaming
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He waves them goin' this way
And he waves them goin' that
He waves them around and around
He waves them like and acrobat
He waves them like Mick Jagger
Who knows what he's waving at
To his fans he is lean and muscled
To haters he's ugly and fat
He's the man
The man with the tiny, tiny hands
He waves them all a-twitter
He waves them up and down
He waves to the left and right
He waves them all around
He waves them like a monkey
And he makes a simeon sound
He waves them like a game show host
And out comes Vanna White in an evening gown
He's the man
The man with the tiny, tiny hands
He waves them like a conductor
He waves them like a spazz
He waves them 'cause he waves them
With his own razzmatazz
He waves them like a rocker
He waves them like he's playing jazz
He waves them at the Capitol
He waves them at Alcatraz
He's the man
The man with the tiny, tiny hands
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12. |
Be Small
05:58
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This old world is a big old world
With big old people running ‘round
They got their big ideas
Hey, what’s the big idea
They make a big old, a big old sound
Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down
Tear down that big old wall
Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down
Be small
There are monsters that just want to swallow you up
And spit you out into a void
Beware, beware
They are everywhere
Don’t you be destroyed
Be humble, be gracious
Only say what you know is true
Be deferential and be selfless
And the world will come right to you
Sometimes it better to shut and listen
And really hear what people have to say
Just let go
Of what you think you know
You don’t always have to get your way
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