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Life is hard, and so am I
You'd better give me something, so I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
Oh my darling, will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here, with the great undead
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again
Life is good and I feel great
'Cause mother says I was a great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
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Goin' over to susan's house
Walking south down baxter street
Nothin hidin' behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
on the sidewalk where her house burnt down 2 years ago
people say back then she really wasn't that crazy
goin' over to susan's house
goin' over to susans house
i can't be alone tonight
down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy
lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead
in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes
for the whole world to see while they put him in the bag
meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee
the sick flourescent light shimmering on their skin
goin over to susan's house
goin over to susan's house
she's gonna make it right
take a left down echo park
a kid asked do i want some crack
tv sets are spewing baywatch
through the windows into black
here comes a girl with long brown hair
who cant be more than 17
she sucks on a red popsicle
while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage
and im thinking that must be her sister
that must be her sister right?
they go into the 7-eleven
and i keep walking
and i keep walking
goin over to susan's house
goin over to susan's house
i can't be alone to night
goin over to susan's house
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There's a spider crawling
On the bathroom mirror
Right on top of my right eye
And I can't stop staring back
How did I get this way?
Take a big look at a living lie
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to riches was a bust
Sometimes I dream about it
What it's like back home
The railroad tracks and the pussy willow
But I had to leave it
And I go back
Whenever my tired head hits the pillow
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed
So rags to riches was a bust
Busted once again
But I'll show them one day
That I can buy and sell the world
And one day I'll come through
My American dream
But it won't mean a fuckin' thing
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
Rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
Rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
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You're such a beautiful freak
I wish there were more just like you
You're not like all of the others
And that is why I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
That is why I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just 'cause you are not like the others
But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
That is why I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Too good for this world
But I hope you will stay
And I'll be here to see that you don't fade away
You're such a beautiful freak
I bet you are flying inside
Dart down and then go for cover
And know that I, I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
You know that I, I love you
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
Beautiful freak
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There's a world outside
And I know, 'cause I've heard talk
In my sweetest dream
I would go out for a walk
But I don't think I'm ready yet
Not feelin' up to it now
Just not that steady yet
And I don't need you telling me how
There's some happiness
If my stone face cracks again
Maybe some time sooner or later
But I don't think I'm ready yet
I'm not feelin' up to it now
Just not that steady yet
And I don't need You telling me how
So if I leave my room
Don't you tell me to lighten up
Maybe some time sooner or later
But I don't think I'm ready yet
Not feelin' up to it now
Just not that steady yet
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how
I don't, don't need you telling me how
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my beloved monster and me
we go everywhere together
wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
gets us through all kinds of weather
she will always be the only thing
that comes between me and the awful sting
that comes from living in a world that's so damn mean
my beloved monster is tough
if she wants she will disrobe you
but if you lay her down for a kiss
her little heart it could explode
she will always be the only thing
that comes between me and the awful sting
that comes from living in a world that's so damn
mean
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
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Turn the ugly light off, God
Wanna feel the night
Every day it shines down on me
Don't you think that I see
Don't you think that I see
What it's all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world, God
And I am awful small
Every day they rain down on me
Flower in a hailstorm
Flower in a hailstorm
I'm livin' for the drought
I could throw it back at them
But then I'd play their game
Everyone is trying to bum me out
When I came into this world they slapped me
And every day since then I'm slapped again
Tomorrow's king, an unsightly coward
You see, I know I'm gonna win
Turn the ugly light off, God
Don't wanna see my face
Every day it will betray me
Don't you think that I know
Don't you think that I know
What they're talking about
If they step on me tonight
they're gonna pay someday
Everyone is trying to bum me out
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmm
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Are you one of the beautiful people?
Is my name on the list?
Wanna be of the beautiful people
Wanna feel like I'm missed
Hey you, with the walkie-talkie
I know my clothes are not right
I wish I had my own walkie-talkie
That reached to god every night
Everyone needs to be somebody
Everyone needs to find someone who cares
But I don't know if you know what I mean cause I'm
Never on your list
Are you one of the beautiful people?
Am I on the wrong track?
Sometimes it feels like I'm made of egg shell
It feels like I'm gonna crack
Everyone needs to be somebody
Everyone needs to find someone who cares
But I don't know if you know what I mean 'cause I'm
Never on your list
I'm never on your list
I'm never on your list
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Mental.
It's like I'm dressed up in my mamma's clothing
It's like I'm talking to a voice that doesn't exist
It's like I got a wire crossed upstairs
But all I want is just a little truth and that's it
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused
Thay say I'm mental but I've been abused
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all
Another anchorman is on the T.V.
He's got that far away and vacant look in his eyes
I turn the channel but nothing's changing
The only truth is that everything is a lie
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused
Thay say I'm mental but I've been abused
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all...
There's truth in everything, there's truth in lies
With all this knowledge, well I think I'm gonna be wise
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused
Thay say I'm mental but I've been abused
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Not at all...
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Spunky don't like her uniform
It never fit so good
Goin' back to the orphanage
And the place where her garage once stood
Well it's a free for all
free for all
free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
And if you don't like what they're telling you
You can't teach a blind man to see
Well I can see
Spunky looks good in her bright red wig
Eating chocolate-chip mint ice cream
A cat named Lola with a violent past
Is balled up asleep 'cross her knees
And it's a free for all
Free for all
Free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
One day the world will be ready for you
And wonder how they didn't see
Spunky knows she can save the world
In her own little way
Turning in her old uniform
'Cause you know, it really didn't pay
'Cause it's a free for all
Free for all
Free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
I walk through the world with your name on my tongue
And your picture etched on my screen
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Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by, still I don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on the stone
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Father Theresa, you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see, it's me
You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell...
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your door bell... in hell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...
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"I'm not having any fun
I'm not having any fun"
"Friday, five sixteen P.M."
And every time you crave for me, I'm here
And anything you hunger for, I'll share
And I will be quietly standing by
While slowly I am dying inside
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one
Who can feel like I am a child
In love...
Everytime I talk to you, you're down ("I'm not happy")
And every time you need a laugh, I'm around
And when you forget I'm here, I'm not
It isn't really me that you forgot
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one
Who can feel like I am a child
In love...
Whisper now
And tell me how
You watch me and tell me
Somehow I'm gonna be alright
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