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Hawt Pawt
04:03
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You gotta speak the truth
Yeah, near and far
Got to tell your children's children's children
That they're gonna starve
Ya gotta walk the talk
You gotta park your car
Gotta do more more more more more
Than play a punk guitar
Well she looked me dead right in the eye when she said the globe was small
And I don't see anything staying the same, not staying the same at all
Well me and I and he and her even you we all deserve
At the end of it all at the end of the hall to all just choke on smog
Cause the world needs change
Be the change
We the chained
We need to change
You got to start
To change today
Because tomoro-ro-ro-row
Will be too late
So snap out
Yeah shake them blues
Get off your high high high high horse
It's yours to lose
Well she looked me dead right in the eye when she said the globe was small
And I don't see anything staying the same, not staying the same at all
Well me and I and he and her even you we all deserve
At the end of it all at the end of the hall to all just choke on smog
Cause the world needs change
Be the change
We the chained
We need to change
Cause the world needs change
Be the change
We the chained
We need to change
Cause the world needs change
Be the change
We the chained
We need to change
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2. |
Jungle
04:29
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Two left feet and one in your mouth
The going gets rough, well the rough go south
Twist and turning like a wrought iron gate
The state of affairs is in a feral state
Exceeding expectations, yeah, left and right
Lets blend right into the sprawling blight
Well polar opposites attract all in-between
Coat your arms with her majesty the Queen.
Well I met my baby at the Celtic Corner
She said, "Hey, how you doin', boy!?"
Aint nobody like a boring lady, and that's all that I know
She said, "Let's take it slow," and I said...
Impartial institutional gaze
A wide world of webs from your local malaise
A heart for a heart and a tooth for a tooth
Well give me nothin' but that unvarnished truth
Give me a second and I'll give you a fourth
Let's all get marooned in the true mad north
Explain to me how it mightn't fall
When half a million people are tearin' at the wall
Well I left my baby at the Farmer's Market
She sad, "Where you goin', boy?"
Aint nobody like a boring lady, and that's all that I know
And she said, "Don't you go," and I said...
Walk a mile in style, yeah, just to defile
Wallpaper my face with a stupid ol' smile
So many stairs up that ivory tower
Before the taxman, yeah, we all must cower
Tearing out my roots, yeah, piece by piece
You won't get to the bottom cause I'm from the East
I thought you were the scratch for my itch
Without money, baby, we'd all be rich
Aint seen my baby since I kicked her out, yeah
She said, "Hey! What you doin', boy?"
I aint gonna stand for a boring lady, and that's all that I know...
credits
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3. |
Starving
04:05
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So why come here to this soul-less town?
Asked for green but they gave you blue leave you to drown in brown
So now you fear the Devil's in the details
But if comfort kills creativity, well there aint no pulse in this city!
Can't live in this town
It's stagnant, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
Can't live in this town
It's stagnant, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
So why stay here in this nice town?
You call that music and you call that fashion?
I call it watered down Margarita Passion
So now you start to fade away
Losing life and hair and teeth, save it all for another day!
Can't live in this town
I'm starving, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
Can't live in this town
It's stagnant, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
Called them cats and we called them dogs
You look best in that London Fog
We called it hip and we called it lame
I feel best when you call my name
So why die here in this ghostly town?
Telling yourself that it isn't fair, a dream turned into a nightmare
So now you start to realize
You've been told nothing but lies
And all you're gonna do is die, die, die, die, die
Can't live in this town
It's stagnant, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
Can't live in this town
I'm starving, yeah, people keep bringing me down.
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New High Tide
03:30
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Got a little spider
Spinnin' a web of truth
Got some Irish blood inside her
Found her 'round Acacia Avenue
Have you ever been lost
"I ain't never tried," she cried
But love is love, and fun is fun
It's always so sad when the goldfishes die...
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
I don't gotta be right,
I just gotta be so clever.
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
She want a little rabbit,
A rabbit and a spider no way in hell.
I said she couldn't have it
But she don't listen now I can tell
Have you ever been found?
"I ain't never tried," she lied.
New World Order, sea level rise,
Oh My God, there's a new high tide!
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
I don't gotta be right,
I just gotta be so clever.
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
I don't gotta be right,
I just gotta be so clever.
I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna live forever.
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Thunder Thief
05:52
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You're out there walkin' on the pavement
Out there lookin' for some lust.
He ain't the one who wants you, Deary.
Ain't a guy you could trust.
He's got his boots and his belt and his egos:
A lady killer through and through
He ain't the one who wants you, Deary.
He'll make sheepskin out of you.
Well you're a modern lady, ain'tcha
Go do what you gots to do.
Well, Sugar, two can play at that game.
We're all caged in this zoo.
A Libertine in a limousine
Roll if you got to roll,
Or, Baby, you could scream your lungs out
'Cause a soul's a soul's a soul...
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Man the Ship Waterloo, Ontario
Jammy plays the drums,
Cammy plays the guit-box
Maxximus Harrtimus' sultry swooning ties it all together.
We play songs, and have a good time. Maybe you'll like some of them.
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High octane, local rocktane.
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