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Forces in my mind
Talking all the time
Don't let the home fires burn away
Spoonfed mush and jam
Spoonfed peas and ham
And all the medicine they can
And I'm stuck in this place
I never wanted to be here
You gotta help me mom and dad
I never wanted to be here
They lock me in my room
They think I'm crazy
But if you had all these rules
You would be crazy too
Forces in my mind
Talking all the time
And I'm stuck in this place
I never wanted to be here
You gotta help me mom and dad
I never wanted to be here
They lock me in my room
They think I'm crazy...
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I think I'll tell a friend
Just to let 'em in on a secret I know
No, I better not
I'm too paranoid to let anyone know
I'm feeling so proud
I can spell blood in alphabet soup
Can you
No sorry...so sorry
I'm the only one
I'm the only one
I'm the only one
Hahahahahaha
And you will never know
You will never know
You will never know
hahahahahahh
I'm feeling so proud
I can spell blood
In alphabet soup
Can you
I think I'll tell a friend
Just to let 'em in on a secret I know
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Angel,
You missed your chance
To be the prom queen
And so you turned
Into a wet dream
Star of your own video
Late night show on the floor
A bad girl
No one's watching
As you slow move
To the rhythm
Of this sweet sound
Booming through the radio
Late night show that they ignore
Are you lonely
Cause I'm no ones boy
I'm no ones boy
And I'll be all you need
Only if you plead
Pray do
Angel blue
If you'll be my girl
If you'll be my girl
I'm no ones boy
And I'll be all you need
But only if you'll bleed
Pray do
Hey hey, don't walk away from me
I found you
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The sign says...
Rainbow's ending two miles
The sign says here..
That there is a pot of gold
For your immortal soul
Now on and on we go
We danced with the devil
And we walked down his road
To live the life we know
All the towns and the fans we've rocked
We've been hotter than the sun
And biggere than the Milky Way
When you're number one
Pay no mind to what they say
We never never dwell
Let me tell you how we got there
To rainbow's ending
And if you wanna come
I'll tell you this...
The sign still stands
Two miles down the road
So you better go
Then on and on you'll go
You'll dance with the devil
And walk down his road
To live the life we know
And all the fans and the towns you rock
Ten million strong
Hotter than the sun
Bigger than the Milky Way
When you're number one
Just remember what I say
That when you go to hell
Rock and roll is how you got there
Rock and roll is how you got there
Rock and roll is how you got there
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Rock and roll heroes
Keep me so mesmerized
In the confines of my room
I'm moving to the sound
And rock and roll heroes
They help me sleep through the night
And in the morning wake up to that song
That played the night before
I may be a teenage rebel
I live life on bass and treble
but I know that these years
They won't come again
So I have rock and roll heroes
And baby I love them all
I got my headphones all turned up
Just cruising down the hall
Without my rock and roll heroes I would be miserable
And so everywhere I go
Ba-boom the radio
I may be a teenage rebel
I live life on bass and treble
but I know that these years
They won't come again
Yea mamma I'm more than crazy
Oh baby all my sense is gone
And when I'm pushing daisies
I'll have my tunes to carry on
Oh my rock and roll heroes
Oh my rock and roll heroes
Oh my rock and roll heroes
I'm lost without my rock and roll heroes
I'm lost without my rock and roll heroes
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Jesse when you went to war
And never did return
Summer came and all the girls were
Sitting on the lawn
Looked down at all those letters
And I knew that you were gone
But I came back
I came back
Brothers inseparable
Two rabble rousing boys
Dreaming all the new mischief
And making all the noise
When Bobby bought that Chevy man
Well I knew that we were poised
But I came back
I came back
And tonight when darkness comes
I dream of how we were once
And tonight when I sleep
An angel hums
Jesse when you went to war
And never did return
Summer came and all the girls were
Sitting on the lawn
Looked down at all those medals
And I knew that you were gone
But I came back
I came back
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So where o' where do all the revolutionaries hide
Have they all decided not to come outside
Give me a simple sign
To know if you're alive...or dead
Just raise the flag and finger
And leave it there to linger
Yeah this is my solution
This is my American revolution
Let's take the condom off the microphone
Cause there's no one to protect
And no you can't spread disease
Through profanities...or your intellect
So I raise the falg and finger
and I leave it there to linger
Yeah this is my solution
This is my American revolution
Freedom is fragile
Like the freedom to speak out
Yeah, the freedom to tell them
When to shove it where the sun don't shine
And we raise the flag and finger
And leave it there to linger
Yeah this is our solution
And this is my American revolution
Yeah this is my American revolution
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Some cats, they know how to fight
Some cats run
I'm a thousand generations, ahead of them
Cool as they come
See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number's 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed
I'm independant, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element
a tasteful compliment
Do you know who I am
(...look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight...)
I'm a deadly handsome man
(...look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight...)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(...look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight...)
Everywhere I go I make the scene
The ladies love to stroke me
I'm Pimped out and lazy in my limousine
Oh, come on in here sweetie
Everything I say...like Socrates
Most people love to quote me
My real name is Mephistopheles
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I wanna be a Punk Rock Superstar
I'm gonna be a Punk Rock Superstar
And if you love me when I'm a star
With all my money and my fancy cars
I'll wink at you as I smash my guitars
This is just a pussycat's life
And everybody knows it is insane
It is insane
I wanna be a Punk Rock Superstar
I'm gonna be a Punk Rock Superstar
And if you love me we'll make a scene
And I'll sue the ass of every magazine
Who do you sleep with, where do you go
Inquiring minds want to know
And if you love me, come take my hand
I'll tell you all about my special plan
Just say you love me for who I am
Just like my supermodel wife
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Who's the captain of the ship I think it's sinking
I know I don't know what I know I don't know what was I thinking
Paper Dolls
Before The folding
Schools like malls
That all are closing
Afraid to dance
Don't talk to strangers
Avoid romance
Read what the sign says
Parental guidance is advised
Another teenager surprised
blah, blah, blah, blah
Feels so good to be alive
blah, blah, blah
Yeah, life was easier at five
blah, blah, blah
Feels so good to be alive
blah, blah, blah
Yeah, life was easier at five
What was I thinking?
I can't make up my mind
Can't even make up my bed
Yeah, I should clean up my act
But first I clean up my head
My books are on the shelf
I don't apply myself
You always check up on me
But check yourself, oh
Paper Dolls
Before the folding
Schools like malls
That all are closing
Afraid to dance
Don't talk to strangers
Avoid romance
Read what the sign says
Parental Guidance is advised
Another one us survives
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She was so pretty, everyone said
The more so the pity
That she was found dead
And now the flag only flies at fifty percent
In the school yard where she once went
Push 'em back, push 'em back
Way back, way back
B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
And the death of a cheerleader
Take me by surprise
How the death of a cheerleader
Can open eyes
Yellow carnations and roses galore
Were sent to the mother and
Placed by the door
And in the spot where her daughter had
Taken her life
Was a sweet sixteen photo
On homecoming night
Push 'em back, push 'em back
Way back, way back
B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
And the death of a cheerleader
Takes me by surprise
How the death of a cheerleader
Can open eyes
And it's sad that she had to die
To open eyes
Nobody doubted her future was vast
Nobody noticed she grew up so fast
It's a shame that her future's a thing of the past
Tomorrow's the funeral you know
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The secret that you keep
Is trouble on your mind
Even when you sleep
It's trouble on your mind
When you need to get it out
Say it
Well you know it's up to you
Yeah, and maybe you should cry
Until you feel brand new
And when you get it out you'll find
That you can't keep anything inside
And there's a brand new day
There's a brand new day, it's true
A brand new day for you
The secret that you keep
Is burning in your mind
Even when you sleep
Burning in your mind
When you need to get it out
Say it
Well you know it's up to you
Yeah, and maybe you should cry
Cry loud and true
And when you get it out, you'll find
That you can't keep anything inside
And there's a brand new day
There's a brand new day
There's a brand new day, it's true
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Dreaming again
Warm in your arms
Sing me a song
Beautiful sound
And you love me
With your sleepy eyes
But you're not around
I'm riding a ghost
You're already gone
And I wake up to a cold day
Just another in a long line of cold days
Clear as a bell
There in my bed
Holding your hands
Beautiful hands
And you love me
With your sleepy eyes
But you're just a dream
I'm walking alone
And I should have known
You'd find another soul mate
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She came around here
Past midnight
She's always looking soft and far away
Yeah and she knows she's looking alright
Yeah, hey angel what you trying to be
Hey angel what you trying to be
What you drinkin'
Just trying to be polite
Looks like a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night
That's all right
Why don't you climb on and ride
Down my street, away with me
Instead of looking soft and far away
Come on why don't you learn to live a little
Dangerous
Hey angel what you trying to be
Hey angel what's the tragedy
What you drinking
A Nappa Valley white
Well it's a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night
That's right
Why don't you climb on and ride
Ride little baby, alright
Hey angel what you trying to be
Hey angel what's the tragedy
What you drinking
Just trying to be polite
Well it's a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night
Last call to climb on and ride
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