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11/16/2004 |
1. | Stereo Speakers |
2. | Teenage Graffiti |
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4. | Sham On |
5. | Going Steady |
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8. | Talk Hard |
9. | Chicago Overcoat |
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Knock knock knock,
Before you enter,
'Cause the chances are I'm with another,
On the floor all tangled up,
Trying to forget when we were sober.
So knock knock knock,
Before you enter,
'Cause the chances are,
I'll be with whoever had a car to drive me home,
And alcohol to last until the morning.
For every argument I did not start,
For every chance you get to break my heart,
I face another skirt-chase.
I think I'm taking someone home.
So knock knock knock,
Before you enter,
'Cause the chances are I'm with another,
On the floor all tangled up,
Trying to forget when we were sober.
So knock knock knock,
Before you enter,
'Cause the chances are,
I'll be with whoever had a car to drive me home,
And alcohol to last until the morning.
For every argument I did not start,
For every chance you get to break my heart,
I face another skirt-chase.
I think I'm taking someone home.
For every smile I see you,
Shoot his way,
For every indiscretion,
I will make you pay.
It's just another skirt-chase.
I don't wanna be alone.
And I think I've got the right idea.
Ooo-la-la-la.
Ooo-la-la-la.
And I think I'm taking someone home.
So knock knock knock,
Before you enter, baby.
Knock knock knock.
I've told you once before.
Knock knock knock,
Before you enter, baby.
Knock knock knock.
I'm not asleep behind that door.
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Back in Hollywood today technicolor turned to grey.
Altered senses were the primary impulse.
Drinking whiskey every day smoking second thoughts away.
A skipping record was a secondary pulse.
And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
'Cause there's so much noise and binge drinking,
But they all came back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.
Near the dancing silhouettes Aaron stole some cigarettes.
Everybody knew but no one had the proof,
And as the sun was coming up in a sea of empty cups,
White suburban kids were all raising the roof.
And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
As we chain smoke cigarettes without thinking.
And they all come back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so scandalous.
Gotta love it, it's so so infectious.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so serious.
Gotta love it, you sense this sarcasm?
And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
'Cause there's so much noise and binge drinking,
But they all came back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.
And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
As we chain smoke cigarettes without thinking.
And they all come back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so scandalous.
Gotta love it, it's so so infectious.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so serious.
Gotta love it, you sense this sarcasm?
Woah.
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Shes out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes.
Misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet.
Her social deviance is teasing me.
I know what I want.
And I'm really gonna really let her know, (Woah.)
That I like her but I just don't care enough,
To fool around with love.
Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love.
Strung out on blow, she doesn't know why she's not feeling good.
Dropped out of school and now she's moving out to Hollywood.
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far.
And I'm really gonna really let her know, (Woah.)
That I like her but I just don't care enough,
To fool around with love.
Yeah, my baby's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter.
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it's love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love.
Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say,
But nothing's better than what silence is saying.
When every time I turn around she's always looking away,
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing.
And I think I’m tapping out,
I think I’m gonna skip the title bout.
My baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and,
She's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter.
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it's love.
It's heavy and it hurts and,
She's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love!
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Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so dangerous.
You say you wanna try to get away,
And that's just so obvious.
I've got the keys,
So let's put it into drive.
Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so serious.
You're only pretty when you walk away,
And you act oblivious.
I've got the keys,
So let's put it into drive.
But don't call it a crush.
Don't call it a crush baby.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.
Give back my heart tonight.
I'm sick of never smiling cause you're so uptight.
Cause we know it's not alright,
When neither one of us is putting up a fight.
And you're right that it's wrong to spend the night alone.
You stand on the shore as I'm treading water,
And wave as I sink like a stone.
Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so obnoxious.
This lucid dream is now reality,
And it makes me so anxious.
Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so dangerous.
You say you wanna try and get away,
And that's just so obvious .
But I've got the keys,
So let's put into drive.
But don't call it a crush.
Don't call it a crush baby.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
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Caught the green light down at Bleaker and Broad,
And now it's dropping down to thirty below.
I can't feel my toes, but baby, I'm on fire.
We'll sleep on subways, we'll spend time in cafes.
These pretty girls and these Manhattan apartments.
These New York City police are all rotten liars.
Come on.
Staten Island princess so pretty in pearls.
Drop it down, make it an uptown affair.
You got the money and I got the drugs.
You're pretty pretty for a white white girl.
Take me to the Mercury Lounge,
Let's see what trouble we can get in tonight.
'Cause everywhere I go, it's like the end of the world.
But with your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
Come on!
Don't know where to start, you're breaking my heart.
How's anybody supposed to love you, baby, 'til you do?
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
Yeah!
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