1. |
Post Punk
02:32
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Baby's got me keylogged - mind's jogged - swear to God
I don't remember what I did
Reset my passcodes - walk on tiptoes
Keep a step ahead of the kid
I got 2 left feet - and this is wet concrete
Still got my kicks in the ground
Can't afford what I do - but there's a door number 2
And I'm on now
All I've crossed are now cross
And no one's gonna stop my wrists from bleeding
All stop loss, I'm stop loss
And no one's gonna hear me sing this
Bah, bah, bah, bah bye
Bah, bah, bah bye
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bye
Baby's got me landlocked - chipped off old block
Hard enough to swim as it is
I soaked the bedsheets - sweating off the technique
Papa's gotta brand new biz
Daddy's shaking some hands - but I can't work on demand
I don't get paid by the pound
Yeah, there's a check in the mail - but there's "collect" on the bill
And I'm on now
Bah, bah, bah, bah bye
Bah, bah, bah bye
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bye
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2. |
Tough Love
05:06
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Jesus on the tip of your tongue
Ain't gonna help it babe
But at the rate that you're going
I'd try just about anything
High hopes on the parallel ropes
Girl, you ain't light on your feet
You used to take off your clothes
Used to curl up your toes with me
Ooh---
Oh I can't shake it - can't shake it
Oh I can't shake it off - can't shake it off
Oh I can't shake it, can't shake it - aaaaaaaaaaah
Chalking up the hopskotch
One more turn in your Keds
And if I ever learned to love you
I've no doubt I'd be jumping instead
High hopes on the parallel ropes
Girl, you ain't light on your feet
You used to take off your clothes
Used to curl up your toes with me
Ooh---
Chorus
Try, and you try, and you try, and you try and you toughen up
Trials, and trials, and trials, and trials you toughen up
Triumphs, and triumphs, and triumphs and you toughen up
T-t-t-t-tough, tough, t-t-t-tough love
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3. |
It's Difficult
03:34
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Get on it boy
Work on your cursive
But don’t you take it personal
She’ll ask you to print
Rejoice
She’ll read you scripture
But you’ll need a prescription
If you can’t take a hint
Relax
You can’t do more than she asks
You can’t give more than she’ll take you for
So what
If you’re addicted to love
There have been many who’ve overdosed
Well that’s a hard one
An even harder one
Is that the hardest one?
It’s difficult…
It’s difficult…
Fortunate hearts
Look to the future
Though I’ve never been too sure
That they’re thinking of us
Yeah, it’s hard
We’ll start our own club
Analogous to love
But we’ll minus the fuss
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4. |
Ragtime
03:19
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I've gotta hand it
To your handlers
Cause I ain't seen you in days
Your studied spark
Has missed its mark
And bled its red in my face
True, lipstick whores
On nighttime tours
Have mopped the floor in your stead
You're duty free
Will always be
A silent partner 'til death, yeah
For a short time love
You were singing our praises
The things you said you didn't mean
The things I meant I never said
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5. |
Like You're Haunted
03:51
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It was tough but I looked him up
Just to see he checked out OK
Things look good - I knew that they would
Yeah, he seems really great
Oh, I swear the things you find nowadays
Get you caught on shit that you don't anticipate
Is that what you thought?
It's not like you're haunted - no
Choose to get up
It's not like you're haunted - no
My new girl tosses and turns
Thinking bout what I've done
While she tossed - I called it off but
I can't tell anyone
Now I'm stuck watching videotapes with her mom
Hope she likes the presents I bought - eff the dumb
Is that what you thought?
It's not like you're haunted - no
Choose to get up
It's not like you're haunted - no
Made her count white sheep
Took the kid on the chin
Wasn't born depraved
But she was getting it in
Got her stuck to the sheets
Drunk on twilight sleep
Whispering sister songs
Lip balmed and so sweet
So sweet...
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6. |
Infidels
03:42
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Move child you got the beat in your skin
Practice while you shake on that I wanna watch you begin
Take it off here let me give you a hand
What might make you anxious babe could make me smile again
Cash out what do you get?
Been on the verge so long I’m a cheap date
Make love while it’s easy
Walk into your big debut no more teasing
Lord I hate it when I act that way
Lord I hate it when I act that way
Tongue tied there’s no reason
Just got caught with something that I want now we’re even
Kid gloves yeah I’ve been there
Heart might skip but no loose lips needs to stay here
Lord I hate it when I act that way
Lord I hate it when I act that way
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7. |
Uh-Oh
02:31
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Where ya been?
Tough talking with your switch on high
And who with?
Rough traders they've got blood in their eye
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh oh
Add it up
Another pitcher 'til it spills over glass
That's enough
Hand holding and you're hoping it lasts
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh oh
And I'd feel a lot better if you whispered it low
Fan fiction - keep it in your headphones
Wanna sell it but there's too much show
Well uh oh, well uh oh oh oh oh
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8. |
Call The Cops
03:54
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Call the cops
Or baby you could call it off
But you're a little late
I already broke my heart
I'm so ashamed
Some things you would never guess
But if I'm desolate
I know that that's my fault
And if there's a God, I'm going to hell
I'm no angel
Figure me out, and you do it so well
When will you ever learn?
Pot of gold
Underneath your mistletoe
But you're a little late
I've already chose a bride
I'm so afraid
Some things you will never know
But if I can't let go
I know that that's my fault
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9. |
No Winners
03:34
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Sweetheart I need counseling
In love with the wrong thing
Too much too soon
I'm partially seething
My baby is teething
I'm through
I've been so low but I've been blessed
I've been so cautious with my ex but I'm single
I've been so blessed but I've been low
I've been so careless and awful, bingo
Are you kidding me now?
Am I impatient?
Well I hate waiting
Yeah I ain't patient
I'm beaten and bruised up
Sometimes I can't choose one
What's left to come?
Watching the defectives and dropping electives
I'm done
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10. |
Eight Is Enough
03:06
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Well I'm out - and about
With a friend of yours
Who really knows how to
Point and click
He's a friend of yours
But, he's a dick
There's a lack of trust
You should see it when it's
The two of us
But my mouth - is shut
Any time your name's brought up
Please don't say you've had it rough
You've no idea, well
Please don't ask you've had enough
Oh, oh
Well, it's over - and done
But I'm feeling things
I shouldn't be
And I'm all choked up
Really, you're choking me
Could you stop that?
Please don't say you've had it rough
You've no idea, well
Please don't ask you've had enough
Oh, oh
No destination
Missing persons
Taxi in LA
Get your words in
But if it worsens
You have to be OK
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11. |
There's A Chorus
03:45
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There's a chorus now
I've been singing it out a long time
Cause another verse
Would hurt much worse
There's a lotta low
Secret chords that you still know
But another key
You sucked the life out of me
Is it love now that you miss?
Maybe this - is your niche - in Los Angeles
There's a sweet refrain
Your friend Lorraine would so dig
It goes "You drink too much,
find someone to fuck & then call me again"
And those harsh words that I heard
Slurred and distorted
Well it ain't my fault - wound's buried in salt
Now I don't give a shit
Is there something that I missed?
Tell you this - it's a cinch - in Los Angeles
Watch yourself when you go out late at night
Wrap yourself up tight - relax
Is it love now that you miss?
Maybe this - is your niche - in Los Angeles
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12. |
Facts & Figures
03:52
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Look who's on the comeback trail
I may have lost some details
Well that's my cue strike up the band
It's time to shake all these hands
Guess I've got that get up and go
Head over shoulder
Shakedown baby, go, go, go
Hand on my heart
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
All your friends are diplomats
They won't say where you're at
Sucking face with heads of state
These foreign daughters relate
Everyday I'm diggin' a hole
Anticipating those polls
Walk around to see who talks
So I can stuff this ballot box
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
Everyday I dig a hole
Anticipating those polls
Walk around to see who talks
So I can stuff this ballot box
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
All those facts and figures don't work out, count up to 2
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