1. |
Neighbor Hugs
03:31
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Annie and her cigarette
Through the blinds I sympathize
And terrorize her dog
Too many times I’ve walked the line
I’m just the boy next door
Won’t you come and get a cup
Of sugar and explore
Try to find your rocker side
Cause Annie I’m so bored
Annie I’m so bored
Annie I’m so bored and
Your crooked curls I adore
I need some neighbor hugs
I need some neighbor hugs
For good luck
Old man on the other side
Bull rider’s heels and polished steel
Concealed at your side
What battlefield gave you the zeal
To deal with your wife
Her prescription paradise
Gives everlasting life
So let your pills and secrets spill
‘Cause old man I’m so bored
Old man I’m so bored
Old man I’m so bored
Let your glory days be restored
I need some neighbor hugs
I need some neighbor hugs
And good drugs
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2. |
Charlie Brown
04:16
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Promise something absurd
Promise it again
I can do the same
I’ll get up at six AM
Promise something mundane
I can promise too
An arbitrary change is all
We need to make it through
Yeah baby it’s your words
They just bring me down
You’re just like all your friends
And I’m like Charlie Brown
Yeah baby what you do
Carries zero weight
You’re everything I want
You’re everything I hate
Promise something absurd
Make ourselves a home
Cash out all our tabs for
A yard and garden gnomes
Promise something absurd
Promise me it all
It’s the lowest hanging fruit that falls
In love with every fault
Promise something real
Promise me some pain
I’m talking to the walls
I’m staring at the drain
Maybe I’ll go back to bed
Put those thoughts away
You know just what you want someday
But now it’s just too late
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3. |
Nicotine
03:01
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I’m in love with Kim Deal
And the rock-n-roll of ’92
I hate this town, I hate it
But I’m working too damn hard to move
Away
Nicotine you fix it all
Nicotine get ready to roll
Nicotine you fix it all
Nicotine get ready to roll
Oh oh, I’m alright
Oh no, that’s a lie
What I’d give for a home-cooked meal
In the little blue house where I was born
City tore it down last summer
Now I don’t go there anymore
Oh no
Nicotine you fix it all
Nicotine get ready to roll
Nicotine you fix it all
Nicotine get ready to roll
Oh oh, I’m alright
Oh no, that’s a lie
Saturday mornings on channel 13
Sitting so close I can lick the screen
I want those days, I want ‘em
Making mix-tapes of Hole and Screaming Trees
All day
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4. |
Johnny Plays with Dolls
02:23
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The QB on the football team
Yeah, his name is Chad
He eats only protein and
He wears only plaid
But no Johnny no
Johnny dresses clean
He just discovered drugs and
He drinks Listerine
Johnny plays with dolls!
Yeah, I’ve known it
Since I was six
We were throwing rocks at cars
And hitting things with sticks
Then before I knew it
Johnny kissed me on the lips
Johnny plays with dolls!
Maggie hates horses and
She won’t shave her legs
She loves to fight at school
So she does it everyday
Chad spat on Johnny
So she went to make him pay
Left hook, right hook
The kids gathered ‘round
Left hook, right hook,
Maggie knocked him down
One kick, two kick
You leave him alone!
Next time I’ll shove
A Barbie down your throat!
Johnny plays with dolls!
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5. |
Well-Hung Patriot
02:35
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Here’s the story of a man
A man called U.S.A.
He worships God and country
At Old Country Buffet
He laughs along with Limbaugh
And has another round
He’s got the best golf clubs at his country club
And the biggest **** in town
He’s got the biggest guns in Texas
And a truck that’s just absurd
Yes he’s a well hung patriot
And he wants to rule the world
He really does his research
Going on sixty-three
FOX News says he’s special on
His analogue TV
Watch him eat his ramen and
Complain about the Chinese
But he only likes the Asian girls
Dirty knees well look at these
He’s got the biggest guns in Texas
And a truck that’s just absurd
Yes he’s a well hung patriot
And he wants to rule the world
His dad was in the army
But that was long ago
Now he just goes to rallies
His flagpole swinging low
While at the U.N. council
He pulls his trousers down
He’s the only one who’s having fun
While the bombs are coming down
He’s got the biggest guns in Texas
And a truck that’s just absurd
Yes he’s a well hung patriot
And he wants to rule the world
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6. |
Hobo vs. Dog
02:51
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The king of F Street is here for his crown
Just a broke ass kid from a broke ass town
Witness this title fight
Get ready to rumble this dog’s got bite
Hobo versus dog
Who you gonna root for
Which one’s gonna win
Hobo versus dog
The man with a plan
From the garbage can
Or a one-eyed
Junkyard Doberman
Hobo versus dog
In one corner is a green street rat
Marching around with a house on his back
And a bit of Colombian medicine
Running around his nervous system
In the far corner is Germany’s best
Canine genetic experiment
He’s tied to a post and really pissed off
Live from the alley its hobo versus Dog
Ho! Bo! Ho! Bo! Ho! Bo!
Versus dog!
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7. |
Adderall Addict
01:20
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They call me Mr. Gets Shit Done
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Problems come along and I’m all about it
Six hundred a month to live in an attic
When you’re down and out you can feel fantastic
Take the right amount or you’ll be psychopathic
Mr. Gets Shit Done
Two straight quarters a six straight F’s
Fighting off lawyers and student debts
Met a lot of girls but none call back
‘cause I’m working at a job for a minimum paycheck
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
Adderall, Adderall, Adderall addict
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8. |
Beat My Guest
03:21
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9. |
Dr. Strong
03:19
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Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
We’ve got a situation in the psycho ward
Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
The kids are on the loose and they’re out of control
They’re saying
Aye, Aye, Aye Aye Oh
Yes we’re morons we all know
But what we do is just for show
We hide away in our habitats
And live our lives in straightjackets
Aye, Aye, Aye Aye Oh
Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
We’ve got a situation in the psycho ward
Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
The kids are on the loose and they’re out of control
They’re saying
Aye, Aye, Aye Aye Oh
Yes we’re morons we all know
But what we do is just for show
We hide away in our habitats
And live our lives in straightjackets
Aye, Aye, Aye Aye Oh
Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
We’ve got a situation in the psycho ward
Paging Doctor Strong to the second floor
The kids are on the loose and they’re out of control
They’re singing
Aye, Aye, Aye Aye Oh
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10. |
Clockwork Boy
03:48
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I was sitting at the table
Watching hair fall away
Burning up memories
Of yesterday
Feeling my heart beat
A clock that’s out of time
Another piece of trash
Carried by the tide
Woah oh, woe unto to me
Woah oh, back to the factory
I am your automatic man
I am your clockwork boy
I am your automatic man
I am your broken little toy
I wish I could be
Plugged in while I sleep
I wish I could be
Charged like a battery
You have no idea
What troubles me
You have no idea
How sweet you can be
Woah oh, woe unto to me
Woah oh, back to the factory
I am your automatic man
I am your clockwork boy
I am your automatic man
I am emotionally void
I’m sure your parents say
Don’t throw it all away
Well I can leave this house
I can leave this town
Call up all my friends and
Surf somebody’s couch
Where lovers say they love me
But they never say they’re proud
Woah oh, woe unto to me
Woah oh, back to the factory
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11. |
Nisqually
04:07
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I’ve been looking everywhere
In the shed and up the stairs
Down the street and past the gate
How long should I wait?
Are you playing hide and seek
In silver pools down by the creek?
Nisqually runs so fast and deep
My faith, my footing will it keep?
Wading out into the deep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I am him and he is me
Let him have washed right out to sea
The Lord was quiet, the river loud
My silent prayer lost in the clouds
Closing in and turning black
Are you ever coming back?
Are you playing hide and seek
In silver pools down by the creek?
Nisqually runs so fast and deep
My faith, my footing will it keep?
Neck deep now in muck and weeds
A darker world I just can’t see
Cold and heavy, fast and deep
The dreaded truth begins to creep
Cold and heavy, fast and deep
Cold and heavy, fast and deep
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We Won't Leave Bellingham, Washington
We Won't Leave is a Bellingham, WA band formed by four college-radio DJ's with a shared passion for the raw and the weird. With a tight-knit local following, a willingness to experiment with their sound, and a growing reputation for their wildly energetic stage-shows, We Won't Leave carries on the rowdy traditions of Pacific Northwest rock-n-roll. ... more
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