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Grudge
You spilled my drink and think that everything’s fine
Three hours later it’s all I’ve got on my mind.
You spilled my beer and think that we’re OK;
End of the night I think I’ve got something to say
To you!
I hold a grudge X 4
All Night Long I’m boring holes into your back –
When is that cool exterior going to crack?
End of the night you didn’t even know I was mad
Well, I’m the worst enemy you never knew you had!
I hold a grudge X 4
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Sound Of My Two Fingers
I tried to argue - but you just wouldn't listen
I softly explained - but I couldn't get through to you
I wrote it down - hell, you threw it all away
Well now I just got one last question for you
I tried to do what you asked me - but you wanted more
I met you halfway - but you wouldn't come that far
I told you what I wanted - you ignored and put the blame on me
Well now I just got one last question for you
Can you hear the sound of my two fingers?
Oh, you've left me no choice
Now I've gotta whip out my boys
And silently point them to the sky
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PTA Hole
I know you’ll break my heart,
The world already has
I hope you don’t think that I’m weird,
I hope you don’t think I’m a spazz
‘Cause you’re special
And I know
That you’re special
So…
I know you’ll break my heart,
The world already has
I hope you don’t think that I’m weird,
I hope you don’t think I’m a spazz
I know you’ll break my heart,
The world already has
I hope you know that you’re special,
I hope you know that it ain’t bad
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original song by DMZ
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White Dress
You're wearin' black panties and a thin white dress.
There ain't nothin' wrong,
but it might look better with a thong.
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Et Tu Brute
Crying on my shoulder because somebody was mean
It’s no coincidence they call it a scene
President of the Drama Club, your whole world’s a stage
President of the Drama Club, sorry I’m not outraged
Call me up at two AM because they hate you
I don’t know what you did. What did you do?
President of the Drama Club, your whole world’s a stage
President of the Drama Club, sorry I’m not outraged
To be or not to be
Why is that a question for me?
Get thee to a nunnery
And keep your drama away from me!
When you say they hate you I have to agree
Still don’t know what this has to do with me
President of the Drama Club, your whole world’s a stage
President of the Drama Club, sorry I’m not outraged
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original song by the Medveds
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Two Feet High And Rising
I sat inside, watched the snow come down, I formulated my plan
Didn’t put my boots on ‘cause I thought I was a man,
Thought I was a man.
I went outside with the salt in my hand, I started to spread it around
That’s when my feet went out and that’s when I hit the ground
When I hit the ground
I hit the ground
I fell down
Stared at the sky
Thought I might die
My back was on the pavement I was staring at the sky
Knew I couldn’t breathe and I thought that I might die
Thought that I might die.
I rolled over on my knee and I checked the other side
Felt out all over me but all I hurt was pride
All I hurt was pride.
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Young Wesley
Where do you think you're runnin' to?
What do you think you're gonna do?
You're fighting in the streets,
Tryin' to find something to eat,
Running all night long trying to survive.
Who do you think you're runnin' from?
Why do you think you're the only one?
You're fighting in the steets,
Tryin' to steal something to eat,
Running your whole life tryin' to stay alive.
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Nuthin' Tickin'
Oh, I just wanna get bombed tonight
It's time! Let's kick and go off all right!
Clock's runnin' out - there's a beer in my sight,
And nuthin's tickin' but you
Open another - I get polite
Every other word I get more and more nice
Nothin' like the suds to make me feel right
And there's nuthin' tickin' but you
For every other beer I drink I'll trade another day
Fuck it I've got you to help me drink my cares away
Been thirty-six hours - no sleep tonight
I'll say it again - I'm feelin' alright
Open two more - look out for life
And nuthin's tickin' but you
I don't care if that's the mornin' light
Open another? Yes, I think I might
Look around the room to my delight
There's nuthin' tickin' but you...nuthin' but you.
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Too Old Too Young
There was never enough to satisfy
That hunger deep inside.
The only time that she had too much
It was on the day she died.
She was far too old to live that way,
She was way too young to die.
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Faux Hawk Man
Dyed his hair down to the roots
White T-shirt and shiny boots
Looks real good in the uniform
It’s the first time it’s ever been worn
He’s not a punk, but he wants to be
he’s Faux Hawk Man, Faux Hawk Man
He can rebel as long as mom doesn’t see
he’s Faux Hawk Man, Faux Hawk Man
There’s a cool show and he wants to go
Why it’s cool, he just don’t know
Music starts, he’s in the pit
Gets pissed off every time he’s hit
Will he go or will he stay?
No one for sure can say
Weekend adventure or punk ‘til he’s dead?
Still won’t know when he shaves his head.
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Gotta Get Me Some Time
Come on take me down to the shelter
Trouble's comin' on me like fallin' plaster
Paranoid maybe, but it's me they're after
Stop me from writing another chapter
Yeah, I gotta find some time
Gotta write it down - get it outta my mind
Get to where no one can find
Put pen to paper - let these thoughts unwind
Get me to a space where I can think
A bunker to hide from this overwhelming stink
Put the words in my head back into sync
Fill up my blank pages with a fresh coat of ink
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If Not Now
If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
If I am only for myself, what am I?
And if not now, when?
- Hillel
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I Need Destruction
I wanna drink all night and
I wanna fuck and fight and
I wanna do something that gets me locked up
I wanna hurt my brain and
I wanna go insane and
I wanna black out from being fucked up
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay stable,
Gotta keep myself able to function,
Gotta be reasoned, gotta be able,
Gotta resist though I need destruction
I wanna be a clown and
I wanna fucking drown and
I wanna do something to piss off my friends
I wanna take some pills and
I wanna fucking kill and
I wanna find out how this story ends
I wanna get in a car and
I wanna drive real far and
I wanna do something that’s so fucking wrong
I wanna punch a wall and
I wanna wreck it all and
I’m sick and tired of being so strong
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Yeah, we know J. Giles Band didn't originally do this one, but that's the version we knew best. Original song is by the Showstoppers and was called "Ain't Nothing But a House Party"
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