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Utopia Parkway (04/06/1999)
04/06/1999
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Well I've been saving for a custom van
And I've been playing for a cover band
And my baby doesn't understand
Why I never turned from boy to man

I got it made
I got it down
I am the king of this island town
I'm on my own
I'm on my way
Down Utopia Parkway

And while I'm waiting for my time to come
I'm gonna get a little shopping done
I'll get some paper and a staple gun
And put my name in front of everyone

I got it made
I got it down
I am the king of this goddamn town
I'm on my own
I'm on my way
Down Utopia Parkway

Gonna let my hair grow down my back
Gonna brace myself for the big attack
And they'll never know what hit them when I'm gone

. . .



Monday gonna take a ride on
The N train down to Coney Island
With the money I saved
Gonna get me engraved
Drink down a lot of Basil Hayden
Get kicked out when I can't see straight and
What an island can be on
Under the neon

Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
I'm fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you

I hear the man say you want to see the others
A mermaid and a heart that says mother
But I don't know from maritime
And I never did hard time
I brought a .38 Special CD collection
Some bactine to prevent infection
And in case I get queasy
A photo of Easy Rider

Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
I'm fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you

Will you stop pretending I've never been born
Now I look a little more like that guy from KorN
If you came a little bit closer
You'd see it isn't painted on
Oh no no no

Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
I'm fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you

In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
I'm fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you

. . .



I know this girl named Denise
She makes me weak at the knees
She drives a lavender Lexus
She lives in Queens but her dad lives in Texas

[sha la la la la la la]
When she holds me
[sha la la la la la la]
I can't help myself
[sha la la la la la la]
Won't you tell me
Do you love me Denise?
Whoa-oh
Do you love me Denise?
Oh baby tell me please
[do ya do ya ah-oh do ya do ya]

I heard she used to be married
She listens to Puff Daddy
She works at Liberty Travel
She got a heart made of gravel

[sha la la la la la la]
She controls me
[sha la la la la la la]
She can't help herself
[sha la la la la la la]
Won't you tell me
Do you love me Denise?
Whoa-oh
Do you love me Denise?
Oh baby tell me please
[do ya do ya ah-oh do ya do ya]

. . .



I'm just a hat and feet
That's all that's left of me
A spot on the sidewalk
A mark on the street
I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

You dropped a bomb on me
I didn't even see
Like a falling piano
From out of a window
Now I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

I'm just a sitting duck
That ran out of luck
I'm the unhappy guy
That didn't look up high
I started running when I saw it coming
It got faster and louder til I took a powder

Now
I'm just a hat and feet
That's what become of me
Flat on the sidewalk
Stuck to the street
I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

. . .



The King of Araby is coming home
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change

And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls

And God forgive the passengers if we should fail
To find a penny fountain of a half-off sale
I need a merchant
I've just started searching for the Holy Grail
Fighting for the freedom from a common bond
To be a barracuda in the guppy pond
So little time for so many things to try on

And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls

. . .



When you think you've found something worth holding onto
We're reaching for attention, hoping she would notice you
Collecting bottles and thrown-away cans
Like she was returnable
One day would fill your hands
how she loved you, all you imagined
Fit so well into you plans

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

Pining away every hour in your room
Rolling with the motion, waiting til it's opportune
Sitting there watching time fly past you
Why do tomorrow
What you could never do
How she loved you
All you imagined
All this shit she put you through

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

And it takes a lot of nerve to ask how she is doing
Start with a weak foundation, you will end in ruins
The ways the days and hours pass you'll never understand
Falling like rain through your hands

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

. . .



Go, hippie
Skip down the old road
Don't even see me, do you at all
Some days you get so tired of hanging
Trying to deep-fry all your boredom

Big hippie
The day was so slow
And I can see you feel it too
Sometimes you wish you knew karate
Oh, the things that you could, like

Crossing in between greens
Just because you want to
Not because you ought to
Oh, how can you ever explain
They can never feel your pain
Neither can you

Mr. Crabtree
Sits in the window
He sees a lot, but he don't know
That was you across the yard
Throwing brownies at his car

Sweet hippie
Keeping your head low
Around the car park you swing low
Some days it all falls down around you
Some days you fall down in the snow, while

Crossing in between greens
Just because you want to
Not because you ought to
Oh, how can you ever explain
They can never feel your pain
Neither can you

. . .



Mrs. Carver says she's sorry
She knows enough not to worry
But what does she know about crime?
Believes the town is sinking
The price of forward thinking
You stay up all night half the time

Racking your mind
Alone in the night
While all your neighbors sleep tight

Years ago she lost her daughter
Off to a sacred order
Where they got stoned and worked the earth
Clears up her head with bourbon
Cause beer is so suburban
And declasse for what it's worth

She drinks it down down down
For all the old old days
She's thinking of it now
It's nice to get away
But what a fine day for a parade

She stays up mending curtains
Until her fingers hurt, and
You can get so bored of it all
No one can say for certain
She'll never safely know when
An asteroid will kill us all

She drinks it down down down
For all the old old days
She's thinking of it now
It's nice to get away
But what a fine day for a parade

. . .



Angel broke her wing
Oh, you poor thing
The hum of the motor gave way to
The tick tick ticking of the clock
And the rattle of springs
The Buick's in the drive
It's good to be alive

And if you knew now what you knew then
You wouldn't want to go home
Wouldn't want to go
If you knew now what you knew then
You wouldn't want to go to Amity Gardens again

It isn't very much, but
for now it's home
A room in the shadow of a funny-looking man
On the phone to the bank about a default loan
I thank you very much
Ta ta we'll be in touch

And if you knew now what you knew then
You wouldn't want to go home
Wouldn't want to go
If you knew now what you knew then
You wouldn't want to go to Amity Gardens again

Where you came from
And act like you tried
Cause somethings are better kept
Deep down inside
But you'rs not driving
You're along for the ride
Just checking out the scene
And taking in the green

. . .



Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Come on baby now don't you know
We're going down to the laser show

They come from Bridgeport, Westport, Darien
Down to the Hayden Planetarium
We're gonna space out to our favorite tunes
We're going straight to the dark side of the moon

Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Come on baby now don't you know
We're going down to the laser show

We're gonna sit back, relax, watch the stars
James and Jason, Kirk and Lars
We're gonna make our way across the galaxy
And then we'll head back on the L.I.E.

. . .



Have you seen that girl
With the strange look on her face?
She's a pretty little thing but she's lost
lost in space

She's in another world
Yeah she's off in a distant place
She's a pretty little thing but she's lost
Yeah she's lost in space
Yeah she's lost in space

And I can't understand a word she says
And I don't know why she's such a mess
And I can't get through no matter what I do
But I love her anyway

And she walks the earth
But she's not from the human race
She's a pretty little thing but she's lost
Yeah she's lost in space
Yeah she's lost in space

And I can't understand a word she says
And I don't know why she's such a mess
And I can't get through no matter what I do
But I love her anyway

I'd try to talk to her
But it seems like such a waste
Cause she's a pretty little thing but she's lost
Yeah she's lost in space
Yeah she's lost in space
Yeah she's lost in space

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Here we are at last
The moment soon will pass
We'll go our separate ways
We'll vanish in the haze
We'll never be the same
We'll forget each other's names
We'll grow old and lose our hair
It's all downhill from there

But tonight we'll reach for the stars
We'll rent expensive cars
And dream our dreams
Of a perfect night
And we'll sing our prom theme
Here we are at last

We're running out of gas
The air is getting thick
The girls are feeling sick
We'll pass out on the beach
Our keys just out of reach
And soon we'll say goodbye
Then we'll work until we die

But tonight we feel like stars
We'll play our air guitars
Cause we're eighteen
It's a perfect night
To sing our prom theme

. . .



It must be summer
Cause the days are long
And I dial your number
But you're gone, gone, gone
I'd set out searching
But the car won't start
And it must be summer
Cause I'm falling apart

I try your sister
On the Jersey Shore
She said you might be stopping by
But she's not sure
So I call your mother
On Long Island Sound
She said it must be summer
Cause you're never around

And the sun is beating me senseless
I feel defenseless like a dying lamb
I don't wan't to lie by the oceanside
Don't want to play in the sand
Can't you understand?
Can't you understand?

It must be summer
Cause the streets are bare
AndI try your number
But you're just not therer
And the sun keeps shining
Til it's dead and gone
And it must be summer
Cause I can't go on

And the sun is beating me senseless
I feel defenseless like a dying lamb
I don't wan't to lie by the oceanside
Don't want to play in the sand
Can't you understand?
Can't you understand?

. . .



Hockey teams have playoff dreams
Teenage girls red magazines
No one hears the despirate screams of the techno DJ
What does he say?
He say
Sha la la la la la
He say
Sha la la la la la

I'm floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
I'm rising above
I'm falling in love with the senator's daughter
I'm floating away

On oceans of grey-blue water
I'm rising above
I'm falling in love with the senator's daughter

Crossing gaurds star traffic jams
Soccer moms drive minivans
No one sees the anchor man on the instant replay
What does she say?
She say
Sha la la la la la
She say
Sha la la la la la

I'm floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
I'm rising above
I'm falling in love with the senator's daughter
I'm floating away
On oceans of grey-blue water
I'm rising above
I'm falling in love with the senator's daughter

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