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70 bucks on Congaree,
That you'd end up with me
At a rumble in the jungle
Like Muhammad Ali,
That a full house you'd find
But your queen lost her mind
Now you're stuck at the table
With three of a kind
Do you get
Out of the market
And out of the pool?
Is it better to park it
Or drive like a fool?
We usually lose
But sometimes we win,
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You've gone too far
I'm on my way
You can tell the concierge
To bring around my car
You've gone too far
You said too much
Things you shouldn't say
You can keep your violins
Your sins, your care, your touch
You said too much
Get off the ground now baby
Just shut your mouth and maybe
This can all be done
I won't tell anyone
You showed them all
Things they shouldn't see
You lost the sense
The permanence, the flair, the ball
You showed them all
Well now I know
You take everything
Your car, your cash
Your shoes, your flash
You so and so
Well now I know
And I even think it's funny
Don't say you're sorry, bunny
You can keep the wings
Just let me get my things
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You've gotta be hard
If you gonna get her
Don't leave her scarred
All dead=all better
You've gotta remember
To do it all right
Turn the lights out
Lock it up tight
Don't you walk on the grass
And don't leave any clues
Better wash off your glass
And wipe the mud off your shoes
Too much information
Just gets 'em going
Down at the station
Don't want 'em knowing
Don't stop to wonder for too long
Just make sure there's something
That she likes on the radio
When duty calls
Miss Niagara falls
But when they ask me
I'll just say that I didn't know
When will you call?
Well after it's over
Are you sad at all?
I don't even know her
Don't let it hurt
I'll be fast
I feel so bad
It won't last
When you get back
I'll be clean
And please don't say anything mean
But you've gotta dress nice
Try not to upset her
Just a little advice
If you're gonna get her
Drive by the bank
And check on the tank
And when they ask me
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Moanin in the elevator
Crowded in the lady's stall
Mama heard the screaming
But it didn't hurt at all
Hangin up inside the courtroom
Taking our chances in the second row
I'm flushed and I'm flustered
All because you told me so
Fish are flyin, birds are swimmin
All the things in their beginnings
Stars are dancing in the daylight
The sun's out at night all because
You told me that you love me
Now I'm sneakin down the hallway
With my business wrapped up in a bow
I'm tired, been fired
All because you told me so
Bells are frying, eggs are ringing
White is losing, red is winning
When your alibi is attacked,
You're losing right but I don't care
You told me that you love me
Now I'm sneakin down the hallway
With my business wrapped up in a bow
I'm tired, been fired
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I can smell the change that's on your hands
Packing up your philips head and honey bear
Brandy danced for you and all your friends
Last night you think you might have left your money there
Good morning now your keys are gone
And the thundercats are on
The paper's here, it says it's over; kiss your mom
You can't hit a nail straight when you're laughing
Crystal was an unsuccessful blonde
Hasn't been to bed now for a week or two
Organizing closets until dawn
It's lovely how she's always finding things to do
Now Scotty's knife is in your hand
And your contact's in the sand
You're hallucinating in the heat
You can't hit a nail straight when you're laughing
Ninety-seven stitches and a cast
Sixty absent days but what you gonna do
Thought you said those breaks of yours would last
Now go before somebody drops a house on you
Jordan got so mad
He threw his hammer at your head
Sent you home and said he'd pick you up at five
You can't hit a nail straight when you're laughing
Keep on playing maybe it'll happen dear
I can't believe the doctor said he'd leave those bb's in your head
But I think he said he thought you shouldn't drive
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It thundered like hell in the city
Count one hundred ten Mississippi
Now go inside and find some things you think you'd like to keep
Too quiet here for anyone with any sense to sleep
They're meeting tonight at the docks
For blood and dry pair of socks
I saw George Washington ready afloat
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I don't need more light
I just need the phone
Got my bags and my tags
I'm driving home
You say I'm meaner
I know I'm bled
So you hold your tongue and
I'll hold my head
Stealing home
I don't need more rest
I just need a light
What a mess, let me guess
I'll be allright
Look at this party
I'll get them fed
Then you hold your gun
And I'll go to bed
Stealing home
Doesn' it bother you?
You know that it's true
That I just can't take you anywhere
Anyway
Empty out your desk
I'll see you outside
İs she stuck?
Pick her up, give her a ride
I took all the quarters
Paid off some debt
We bent all the corners
Just before we left
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It's so romantic
The neighborhood's littered with white gloves
The flowers were hand picked
They're taping up paper doves
And it's hard to think
When everything's red and pink
It's hard to eat
When everything's sweet
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings
Could you be mine
And hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine ?
Swallow your red-hots
And order the fancy wine
And if you please
Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees
You throw your rice
It feeds the mice
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings
You've gotta run
They hate it when you're too quiet
And it's always fun
To close up until they buy it
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
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Well they're out in the yard
Said it took them all night
Over the hillon a prayer and a pill
To the fifth one down on the right
Time to take a vacation
Where there's only one station
You can tan up your shoulders
And see how it goes
At your own private beach that fills up with a hose
Got a fifty foot trailer
And we're painting it red
With a cowboy, a sailor, and a canopy bed
No mother, no jailer
And they're keeping me fed
At the Reseda Casino and Bar
Well they're wet and they're shaking
Haven't had a bite
In a bit of a jam
'cause the black Trans Am
Had the windows broken out last night
Time to take a vacation
Get a standing ovation
You can keep your illusions
And borrow my clothes
In total seclusion
'Cause nobody knows
About the fifty foot trailer
Is it all that we said?
No mother, no jailor
And we're keeping you fed
At the Reseda Casino and Bar
Ride Tony Alva Skateboards
Pack your best black t-shirt and cords
Play Ozzy Osbourne records
Oh and if you'd like to know
What ever happened to R.J. Dio
He's in the fifty foot trailer
And we're keeping him fed
With a cowboy, a sailor, in a canopy bed
No mother, no jailor, is it all that we said?
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Silver pens, expensive smoke
I's all over, satan sucks
You know it's true
Jesus Presley Elvis Christ
Happy parents standing in some living room
And it's ten minutes back to the valley
Her city limits; I'm gonna take you with me
And I will sing those songs
Back down the alley
And you can love me all the way home
You've got taste and that's sad
Now you're listening like you never really had
Feel that wind beneath my coat
You're a liar
I'm a silly billy goat
And it's about ten minutes back to valley
Everbody got sore
'Cause they couldn't shop anymore
I wouldn't bother to tell my father that I was on the score
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Looks like somebody got murdered
That's the way it looks around here
I shouldn't wait for you
I think it's too late for you
Too many toxic tantrums
Have watered down my fear
Too much of your thunder
Killed all my wonder for you
And it's a queen sized tomb
Me in my water-stained room
Alone with my ends and adds
Associating with the gods on my walls
While you fear up portraits
And forward all my calls to the moon
I guess it's coming down soon
Looks like some nasty weather
Blew into the neighborhood
Funny it was so blue
I guess it followed you
Well you ripped off my conclusions
Like a twisted robin hood
And I'm not afraid of you
I'm only delayed by you
And it's a queen sized tomb
And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels
And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools
Ain't it a shame
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Drop me off here love
See you tomorrow
Smell like a raindrop
Look like a girl
I'll cover the bug bites
Watch for your headlights
We'll give the dream a whirl
If you're such a kity
Where's all my money
You're young and you're pretty
And you're lazy enough
You're one in a dozen
I hope there's a buzzin
Bee there inside your cuff
Go on down to China Town
And have yourself a meal
Spin the cookies when your done
They'll tell you how I feel
'Cause everybody's tryin' to get into heaven
But nobody's dead so far
Strech and you listen
Sparkle and glisten
You dance in the kitchen
Looking for clues
A wonderful meeting
But when you're done eating
Don't you forget your shoes
Call yourself a taxi cab
And save the receipt for me
Tell the bouncer you're my friend
He might let you in for free
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