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Words and music by Amy Ray
Yeah when I go over yonder
I will see my mother
My sister and my father
But my brother is going to hell
Yeah they hung him from the gallows
As the sun turned red from yellow
And the crowd they heard him halting
And they sighed with much relief
The preacher asked him for any last words
My brother spit on to his clean shirt
And he smiled without redemption
And said this is one soul god don't need
Oh yes I loved him but I won't miss him
As he's burning and he's twisting
For his heartless dedication
To the devil and it's creed
Oh as a child we called him rotten
'Til he was lonely and forgotten
And he revenged our constant jeering
Oh with his every word and deed
Oh yeah and for my contribution
Oh and the souls lack of retribution
I would ask the lords forgiveness
On my very bended knee
Oh it's the tale of johnny rotten
Yeah who was lonely and forgotten
And it's the tale of my only brother
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Words and music by Amy Ray
We hit snow on the road to laramie
We all heard about that mess
But that town ain't nothing different
Than the rest
Poor man do the bidding for the rich man
Those rednecks just doing
What the classy fuckers thinking
And tolerance it ain't acceptance
I know you wanted it to be
When you're out in laramie
Hey all you jokers
Hunting seasons over
Hey coalition
Lay down your mission
Hey all you jokers
Hunting seasons over
Hey coalition
Lay down your mission
Yeah
Lay it down now
What we need is a little addition
Ounce of prevention and the weight of a law
Cause without something you could
Put your finger on
Somewhere somebody's gonna call
Call out laramie
Hey all you jokers
Hunting seasons over
Hey coalition
Lay down your mission
Hey all you jokers
Hunting seasons over
Hey coalition
Now lay down your ammunition
Hey mother fucker
Hunting seasons over
Hey coalition
Time to lay down your mission
Oh lay it down now
Hey all you jokers
Hey all you jokers
Hey all you jokers
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Words and music by Amy Ray
We were talking ticket slump
We'd try to put our finger on it
Quantify the undoing of each little step
And its just a lack of press
And the refrigerator down at the boys club
With its little magnets of poetry
And they've found one hundred different ways to say blow me
Ah yeah blow me now
Janny Wenner Janny Wenner
Rolling Stone's most fearless leader
Gave the boys what they deserve
But with the girls he lost his nerve
Whoo hoo now
Hoo
In every post punk bar
There's a dressing room wall
Where the rockboy band
Will make its mark
A hundred different pictures of private parts
And some girl going down
And there's that faggot bashing poetry
But the boys are just saying love me please
With every hate filled phrase
They just give it away
Ah boys you give yourself away
You know Janny Wenner Janny Wenner
Rolling Stone's most fearless leader
Gave the boys what they deserve
But with the girls he lost his nerve
Whoo hoo now
Hoo ooh ooh ooh
Yeah whoo hoo now
Hoo ooh ooh ooh
Testing 1 2 3 in the marketplace
But its a demographic based disgrace
And a stupid secret white boy handshake
That we'll never be part of
So when its dj blow and the morning show
I give you one hundred reasons to just say no
And I said come on girls lets go right now
Oh girls lets go right now
Oh cause lucystoners don't need boners
Ain't no man could ever own her
With the boys she had the nerve to give the girls what they deserve
Lucystoners don't need boners
Ain't no man that'd ever own her
With the boys she had the nerve
Gonna give the girls what they deserve
Ah whoo hoo
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah
Whoo hoo now
Ooh
I said lucystoners don't need boners
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Lucy stoners don't need boners
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Whoo ooh ooh ooh
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Ah whoo
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Yeah
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
Whoo
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
(Lucystoners don't need boners)
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
I want the bloody boy
Yeah I want you
Hold it so tight
Like it's the truth
I see you licking your lips
At the slope of her hips
And I got disgusted with my own ownership
My own ownership
My own ownership
All the girls who make the cut
Avoided me
And the ones that aren't enough
Just make me mean
And the boys that take you to the high school prom
Recruit you with flattery
I hate myself for turning on
I hate myself for turning on
I hate myself for turning on
Hey finally
Take it out of me
It's the hardest part
It won't let me be
You can have it back
It just makes me ill
You can have it back
It just makes me kill
Hey castrator
Take this strong out of me
Take this strong out of me
Take this strong out of me
The revolution (unknown)
Say it's cool (unknown)
The newest way tocv stand (unknown)
Is just to lay real low
Your precious now we know it
You are the only one
In this confusing moment
Keep it quite undone
And you are saying nothing
And you are being no one
In this artistic moment
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
I won't be a pawn
We roughed it up when we were young
I won't say so much for that
What do you do when it is done
Cause I know
We grow
When it's over
I used to dream
All the force of solyent green
Lazy geese and the weather warm
Oh my life of humidity
But I know
We grow
(I know we grow)
When it's over
All that time
I spent walking behind
Now I don't mind
Cause now I know
They ran us out of town
Oh come on they cut us down
Raised the flag of the fealty
Oh the life of futility
But I know
We grow
(I know we grow)
When it's over
All that time
That you were walking the line
Well
Now I don't mind
Now I know
All that time
That I spent walking behind you
Now I don't mind
Cause now I know
We grow
When it's over
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Words by Kaia Wilson and Amy Ray, music BY Amy Ray
The boy he thinks I'm damaged goods
I know he does and I guess he should
I dress like him I take him down
He gets embarrassed when his friends come around
I wanna take him to the show
I'm crossing over what you know
Is it the boy you need in me
Or the girl that you could be
Come on now graceful
I want you to be
Come on now social
I want you to be
Come on now special
I want you to be
I want you to be
I want you
So this is the measure of me
Even though it shouldn't be
The lion lays down with the lamb
I can't do it so I ain't worth a damn
Come on now graceful
I want you to be
Come on now social
I want you to be
Come on now special
I want you to be
Come on now social
I want you to be
I want you to be
I want you to be
(I want you to be)
I want you to be
I want you to be
(I want you to be)
I want you to be
I want you to be
(I want you to be)
I want you to be
I want you to be
(I want you to be)
I want you
(I)
(I)
I want you to be
I want you to be
(I)
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
She brings me Spanish Clementine
I eat them by the waterside
Throw the peels and taste the clean
How could I still feel so mean
Take this meanness out of me
Take this meanness out of me
Take this meanness out of me
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa
I got a black heart today
No amount of kindness'll turn it the other way
Even the dogs are tired of me
Howling at the trees
Take this meanness out of me
Take this meanness out of me
Take this meanness out of me
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa
Oh whoa whoa
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
I got a black heart today
(Ooh)
(I got a black heart today)
Oh whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
Call up my rockboy finally score
He's got drama like a toreador and
Me and the bottle we're on the mend
I'm tired of winning gonna lose again
I said I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
When I go down to f l a
Sand in my shoes think of you
I can't get it out it's kinda rough
I like the way it feels but it's not enough
I said I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
I said hey baby don't you need me now
Mtns of glory
Mtns of glory
I said now hey baby don't you want to feel these
Mtns of glory
Mtns of glory
I said hey honey don't you miss me now
Mtns of glory
Mtns of glory
I said hey honey don't you want to feel these
Mtns of glory
Mtns of glory
I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man yeah
I said I'm gonna miss being the boy
I'm gonna miss being the man
I'm said hey baby don't you miss me now
Mtns of glory
Mtns of glory
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
If a tree falls well
You're not gone
At least for me
I didn't hear
It's a long break
And some time away
With some things to repair
And it's a lazyboy
And a big mistake
Going round
And a funny stare
And your beauty shop hair
Coming down
Joyful joyful
But not feeling it at all
And there's some things
That don't mend
Squander the days
In a wrongful haze to distract and suspend
And it's a lazyboy
And a big mistake
Going round
And a funny stare
And your beauty shop hair
Coming down
And it's a lazyboy
And a big mistake
Going round
And a funny stare
And your beauty shop hair
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Words and music BY Amy Ray
Now I have a picture
Fist in the air
I'm standing behind you
Now I am still here
Mining your body
The scene of a crime
Did they do you one more favor
Killing your blood line
Yeah
Well I'm here to relieve
The ones that fought for you
And fought for me
Yeah
I want to relate
Put away your hate
Put away your hate
Breath of the nightjar
Stars in the sky
A killer for comfort
I'm not gonna lie to you
Paid off the piper
With a government gun
Whoever you came for
Left all alone
Yeah
Well I'm here to relieve
The ones that fought for you
And fought for me
Yeah
I want to relate
Now put away your hate
Put away your hate
Our father's house is a house of regret
Rooms I can't sleep in
Jokes I don't get
You're on your honor to be on my side I said
Surely there are some things that won't be denied
Yeah
But I'm here to relieve
The ones that fought for you
And fought for me
I said yeah
I want to relate
Now put away your hate
Put away your hate
I said yeah
I'm here to relieve
The ones that fought for you
And fought for me
I said yeah
I want to relate
Put away your hate
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