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Jackson was cute when he was real young
Singin’ ‘bout ABCs and singin’ ‘bout love
The older he got, the creepier he became
Grabbing himself with one white glove
Think maybe the man was misunderstood
They found a kid-blow-up-doll at his house when they did a search
Want to separate the man from his job
My anger at you begins to surge
Michael Jackson was a creep
Michael Jackson was a creep
Michael Jackson was a creep
Just because you die doesn’t make you a hero
The man could sing and the man could dance
And the man could write one helluva song
Sure his dad was a jerk and his life insane
Never got to be a kid, pushed into fame
I feel bad for him, I really do
But how would you feel if the victim was you
You can call them problems, you can call them quirks
But your excuses just don’t work
Michael Jackson was a creep
Michael Jackson was a creep
Michael Jackson was a creep
Just because you die doesn’t make you a hero
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2. |
Little Sister
02:59
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Remember in the past when we would hide under the covers
Afraid to talk afraid to think because of old big brother
But the new trend the internet entices us to share
Our deepest darkest secrets to broadcaster everywhere
At any given time they can see just where we are
Our movements our numbers and even calendars
So if you are a fan of this new degeneration
Just check yourself and wreck yourself from sharing information
We put it out there - We put it out there
We put it out there - Let’s take it back
You’re glued to a screen like A.D.D. Addictions never end
Post only things your peers will see acceptance by your friends
Get more likes – get more friends – you gotta collect ‘em all
Our stimuli are fiending for that shinny red ball
You've got to
Run through the maze rat
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3. |
Scumbags Unite
03:22
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I steal ten bucks and get ten years in prison
They steal ten million and get a few months probation
There’s a new set of rules that has arisen
Looks like we’re heading for a new type of nation
Just keep paying your bills, don’t put up a fight
Money is all that counts, though you know that isn’t right
Never speak up, just raise your white flag
‘cause if you ain’t one of the rich, then you’re just a scumbag
I don’t know what’s going on, what’s going on, but I know it’s wrong
Scumbags unite
Now do you have ten thousand dollars to just give away
If not then your opinion doesn’t matter today
It’s always been bad, but now it’s strictly pay to play
Fork over some cash or get out of the way
Forget what Abraham Lincoln said
Government of and by the people is dead
Government for the people is next
Don’t get excited, just let it rest
I don’t know what’s going on, what’s going on, but I know it’s wrong
Scumbags unite
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4. |
Punk Rocker Chick
01:57
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she looks good - she looks drunk - hell, that girl's too pretty to be a punk she's a punk rocker chick and she's just what I like
with cigarettes - and tattoos - beat it bro, she ain't talking to you
she's a punk rocker chick and she's just what I like
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
I'm gonna take her to my place tonight
we're gonna go straight from the show and
I'll hold her close and hope she won't let go
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
I'm gonna take her to my place tonight
we're gonna go straight from the show and
I'll hold her close and hope she won't let go
she's a punk rocker chick and she's just what I like
at my place drunk some more we started rock'n around on the floor
she's a punk rocker chick and she's just what I like
I'm so happy my oh my I wanna hold ya till the day I die
she's a punk rocker chick and she's just what I like
now we're married with seven kids and I wonder what the fuck I did
I did a punk rocker chick, and they're just what I like
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5. |
It's Not Right
02:18
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Come home from work at night
Six pack and guitar, alright
The songs we sang but never played
Until that fateful day
It’s not right – It’s not right
It’s not right he lost the fight
A toothless smile but a cheerful grin
The sign of courage that’ll always win
It’s about how he lived not died
Inside of us he’s still alive
It’s not right – It’s not right
It’s not right he lost the fight
It doesn’t make it alright
Alright alright
It doesn’t make it alright
Alright alright
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Immaturity
03:38
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I never want to live the way you live
Have you anything more to give
That’s not how I wanna be
Immaturity’s been good to me
To you I may be just another fool
Because I never went to school
Fun is where I earned my degree
Immaturity’s been good to me
Bad guy in the neighborhood
He never knew it could be so good
He knew how – how to be
Solace in immaturity
Just because you passed the test
That doesn’t make you the best
I’ve seen things you’ve never seen
Immaturity’s been good to me
No time to stop and smell the roses
To busy turnin up your noses
That right there was pure poetry
Immaturity’s been good to me
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7. |
15th & Jackson
00:39
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***This is a short piece of music that is played between the parts of a longer one, a drama, or a religious service
Webster's dictionary sometimes defines an 'interlude' as:
1. an usually short simple play or dramatic entertainment
2. a intervening or interruptive period, space, or event : interval
3. an musical composition inserted between the parts of a longer composition, a drama, or a religious service
[this song is a musical interlude]
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Attack of the Clouds
03:11
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Little Abe and Taime, on their backs they lie
In the park, on the grass, watching clouds pass by
But none look like shapes from a child’s playful mind
They see tanks, missles, and explosions from land mines.
Attack of the clouds - big, poofy tanks
Outnumbering the tiny clouds a-with their mighty ranks
Our tiny little nimbus - he cowers and he sweats
While General Stratus gains control with thunder, reign [or rain] and threats
Our tiny little Nimbus
Now praying for an end
Surrounded by the falling rain from all his slaughtered friends
He forms a plan to win the war
so he can see this pain no more
So he flies as quick as he can go
For a sneak attack from down below
But the general catches wind
of our hero's soaring roar
He dodges and then turns around
to charge at him once more
The sky is black from the pressure change - the winds grow and grow
For now the war has raged into
a massive tornado
Two rain soaked children, at a loss for words
The sun is back, the winds are gone, and they head chirping birds
The war has settled, all is calm, the sky is blue for miles
Except a tiny nimbus cloud, shaped oddly like a smile
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Gasland
03:45
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Take a match to my sink and watch it blow
You went fracking on my land, but this ain’t how things were meant to go
Sure I took the money, but now my family’s getting sick
You don’t want any responsibility to stick
We’re here to help the farmers
We’re here to help the country too
We’re here to help the working family
So what the Hell - is wrong - with you
This whole thing’s exempt from the Clean Water Act
If I can’t drink my own water, then who will have my back
I can hear the radio commercials and see the ads on my tv
The governments looking out for you, but are they looking out for me
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10. |
Wrecking Ball Machine
03:46
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I know what you’re doing to me and it’s not gonna happen anymore
I can set you like a clock with your ticking and your talk
Until your arms fall off onto the floor
From crying all the the time and all you do is whine
Well grow up, dude - get busy living or get busy dying
I tell you to do this, then you’re always doing that
Your situation blows up worse and then you come right back
I look for some intelligence and I can plainly see
A million brainwashed eyes staring blindly back at me
Always causing trouble always causing scenes
I cut you out, been doing fine you wrecking ball machine
Look who's back again throwing some more crap again
Seems like you have no friends drama with you never ends
Look who's back again someone's talking smack again
Now and then I tend to lend a hand that's when you strike again
And now it's been some years since I've even since your face
Maybe I'm just bitter from this case
I'm still a bit reluctant to invite you in my life
Well fool me once, shame on you you'll never fool me twice
I hear you're doing fine and wish you the best of days
You're doing fine without me now let's just keep it that way! because
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11. |
Doc Holiday
04:09
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Working Dodge City, it’s a dangerous town
Violence, murder, and chaos abound
I’m a tough lawman with a job to do
But one wrong move and man I’m through
One day, this gang of cowboys get the drop on me
Four of them around me, I cannot flee
Man comes up behind them with a pistol in each hand
Doc had saved me from my last stand
Doc wasn’t the most honest man you ever saw
He was a drunkard and a gambler, on the run from the law
Knew he was dying, so he was reckless and crazy
Kept escaping death, I never knew how he made it
Said he was a dentist in his old life
But illness and a broken heart had chased him West
He could be an angry drunk or a charming wit.
With Doc I never knew what I could get.
Doc Holliday was a friend of mine
Got into a real tight spot in old Tombstone
The Clantons shot up my brother, they wanted us dead
Headed for the OK Corrall, the Earp boys three
And, of course, ol’ Doc was right next to me
Thirty seconds of Hell at the OK Corrall
Thirty seconds that time won’t ever forget
The Earps, Clantons, and McLaurys had a real mixer
Doc in the middle of it all on the street howitzer
Doc Holliday was a friend of mine
We rode together against despicable men
And put many a bad man in his grave
Indian Charlie, Curly Bill, Johnny Ringo, and more
Ol’ Doc helped me even the score
But tuberculosis finally caught up with him
Blood from his lungs, not blood money
Died with his boots off in a hospital bed.
His last words were, “Damn, this is funny.”
Doc Holliday was a friend of mine
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12. |
Person Named
01:38
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Thoughts running round and round my brain
Thoughts too strong, too strong to tame
Just a few small moves, a few short seconds
It’ll all be done, it’ll all be done
Person named Brother
Person names Mother
Person named Father
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
Got my samurai sword, with a red sharp blade
Got myself a knife, I’m not afraid
Not afraid to kill, not afraid to die
I know it’s time, I know it’s time
Person named Brother
Person names Mother
Person named Father
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
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13. |
Sidewalks
03:49
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Philadelphia at night is beautiful town
At 1 AM when there’s no one around
The glow from the streetlights going all down Broad
Cleans the dirt and the grime from these streets that I trod
Sidewalks flying fast underneath my feet
As Billy Penn so slowly creeps closer to me
I hardly notice the night gets darker and colder
My thoughts still rest six blocks lower
Life doesn’t give us any guarantees
Lately things have been rough on me
Problems chasing me I could not flee
But tonight I’ve broken free
As I stroll pass Dolphin Billards and the Cowboy Boot
My mind takes me back to this city’s roots
My family’s been walking here over a century
Same as these soldiers stood guard over the Union League
The Flyers coming down the street to great big shouts
Rodney Anonymous on the corner just hanging out
Streets sharing the shadows of Franklin and Paine
MLK, Tanner, on and on in an endless chain
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14. |
Bunnies
03:02
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Bunnies everywhere, bunnies everywhere,
bunnies everywhere and they are real cute yea-ah
Bunnies everywhere, bunnies everywhere,
bunnies everywhere and they are real cute yea-ah
Big floppy ears and big eyes too
Wiggly noses, they are so cute
Big floppy ears and big eyes too
Wiggly noses, they are so cute
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