1. |
Champion
02:06
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Wanna take you to the top
Wanna take you right now
Wanna take you to the after party
Pour the oil straight down
Wanna get you off your heels, get you out to a show
Have you seen my new wheels? Are you ready?
Let's go, Champion.
Gotta take you to the shop,
Gotta take you right now,
Spending money at the aftermarket
Takes the value straight down
Gotta get you off your blocks, get you out on the street.
My mechanic Steve makes my wallet bleed.
Champion.
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2. |
Volcano
02:16
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We got that high class edge.
We got them vintage teens laying around.
All the cool kids bringing us down in interesting ways.
And there's a cigarette haze
in the back of this knock down drag out bar
And no one here's gonna get very far
Out their alcohol cage
There's a volcano on the phone
She's wondering when we'll come home
She don't care about the separation tones,
or the impotence rage.
There's a bridge ahead,
Pedal through it and take the long way home
No, it's not very safe, but it beats the road
that has us going alone.
And there's a concrete ledge.
Climb it take a look around
Do you see the old lights of a historic town, or a meth lab in flames?
There's a volcano on the way.
She thinks we're doing ok.
She don't care about the separation tones,
or William Gibson's Burning Chrome,
or any other shit coming off my dome,
like the impotence rage.
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3. |
I Don't See It
03:53
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I'm not so sorry.
I'm fundamental.
I'm totally mental,
out of my brain.
And I'm not your Daddy,
and I'm not your sister.
And I'm not your mister,
and I'm not your man.
But I don't see it
I don't see it when I'm looking in your face
But I don't see it when you pass me by
I don't see it looking in your eyes
Whoever asked you? I never asked you
if you think that I'm the one. The one
who wakes up in the middle of the night
and tells you that everything's going to be all right, alright?
Get with the program
I'm not your doorman
and I'm not your savior and I'm not your slaver.
So call a preacher, to set a watchman
Go call the reaper, give him my name
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4. |
Get Off the Street
02:18
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I'd get off the street, I'd get off the street
to be with you
I'd get off my ass, I'd grow a six pack
to be with you
Ending my life you can be so sure that I knew
Meet specific aims, give up video games
to be with you
Give up all my smokes, won't take another toke
to be with you
Ending my life you can be so sure that I knew
I'd get off the street, I'd get off the street
to be with you
Put an arrow through my face.
If that's what it takes
to be with you.
Ending my life you can be so sure that I knew
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5. |
Party
03:09
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I'm still thinking about going to the party
I'm still thinking about going to the party tonight.
I could be ready in about 20 minutes
So give me half an hour, I'll be ready to go out all night.
In my dreams, I know where I am from
In my dreams, I know where I belong
Frankie and Jonny ain't going to the party,
Frankie like the cigarette, Jonny like the Parliament Light
Becky and Trudie say they're gonna get cancer.
Becky is a know-it-all, but Trudie is normally right.
In my dreams, I know where I am from
In my dreams, I know where I belong
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