Songs
- June 14th, 2009
I’m In You (feat. Peter Frampton)
you can park out front
and leave the heat on
grab my coat we’re gone
it might be slightly too cold
grab my ID quickly
and we’ll be on the road
just a few jobs until mexico
a few jobs until mexico
a few jobs until mexico
a few jobs until mexico
you can take anything you want
but don’t take too long (x4)
first one’s the liquor store
it’s not much but we’ll get more
I know the owner and he’s out of town
I know his wife too
by the way she’s sleeping around
a few jobs until mexico
a few jobs until mexico
you can take anything you want
but don’t take too long (x4)
I’ve got the weaponry
if you’re ready be
just nod if you’re down
just nod if you’re down
just nod if you’re down
you can take anything you want
but don’t take too long (x4)
Hello ladies and,
hello gentlemen
get your hands up
and keep looking down
this is a robbery
and it’s my second one in history
for the second time
it’s killing me
it’s killing me
I’m just fine
with doing time
but, I’m not fine
with a life of crime
I’m a criminal
because I shoot and yell
tonight you’re my clientele
remain still and you’ll do well
do as I say and no one gets hurt
you’ll be scared
this is just my work
the cash in the bag
is what I came for
don’t need you dead
I just need this score
I’m just fine
with doing time
but, I’m not fine
with a life of crime
here alone I stand
loaded gun in hand
I need to remind myself
this is a robbery
and it’s my second one in history
and it’s killing me
it’s killing me
it’s killing me
I’m just fine
with doing time
but, I’m not fine
with a life of crime
He’s still wearing
his old cap and gown
his family flashes
the sidewalk he walks down
Alone
Home
Alone
His father’s waiting
to take over
his mother’s waiting
for her son to return
He’ll buy a home
he’ll find a wife
she’ll stay at home
they’ll live their life
There behind the picket fence (x2)
My fence is lined by velvet rope
between red carpets
I give hope
I give hope
I have no talent to create
this fame will come to me too late
this fame will come to me too late
He’ll buy a home
he’ll find a wife
she’ll stay at home
they’ll live their life
There behind the picket fence (x2)
And I’ll be thirty living at home (x2)
And I’ll be happy living at home (x2)
I’m begging you to put that gun down
And turn around and drive straight out of town
Any minute now, any minute now
I got a wife and kid waiting at home
They can’t sleep if they know they’re alone
Any minute now, any minute now
If every man is an island
Then I must be the chain
It’s about time for the high tide
To wash away his mistakes (x2)
If we challenge him I know he’ll fold
The safety’s on and the barrels cold
Any minute now, any minute now
He can’t control a crowd I’ll help us survive
And any minute now the cops will arrive
Any minute now, any minute now
If every man is an island
Then I must be the chain
It’s about time for the high tide
To wash away his mistakes
Keeping up with the joneses
Is easier if you’re loaded
If every man is an island
Then I must be the chain
It’s about time for the high tide
To wash away his mistakes
To Whomever Remembers Me
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If you deliver my eulogy
Play to their sensibilities
They don’t know what I know I don’t know where I’ll go
Remind them of my chivalry
And speak of me with revere
They don’t know what I know
I know you leave this world all alone
But I can’t say goodbye on my own
I know you leave this world all alone
But I can’t say goodbye on my own
Say to my friends regretfully,
Pour out a sip when I’m in need
They might know what I know,
but I don’t know where I’ll go
To my love on bended knee
you weren’t sick enough to marry me
She don’t know what I know
To my God I’ll happily
Deliver my last apologies
He don’t know that I know
Lastly to my family
I love you all eternally
They don’t know what I know
I know you leave this world all alone
But I can’t say goodbye on my own
I know you leave this world all alone
But I can’t say goodbye on my own
I believe I don’t need to rest
I just need you to help me Amen
I believe I don’t need to rest
I just need you to help me Amen
I believe I don’t need to rest, to rest, to rest
I know you leave this world all alone
But I can’t say goodbye on my own
I’ve been there before
I know what you’re going through
She’s sure to listen
Even if it sounds half true
This should work
Now that it’s well past two
Propose a toast
She’ll drink if it’s on you
Aphrodite you’ve been too unkind
But Dionysus still treats me just fine; just fine
Then you’ll know what to do
I must confess the rest is up to you
Start off simple
with what have you been up to?
Then, I used to have
This big thing for you
You remember when
You were with you know who
I’ve been there before
I know what you’re going through
Aphrodite you’ve been too unkind
But Dionysus still treats me just fine; just fine
Then you’ll know what to do
I must confess the rest is up to you
Baby I don’t want to be friends with you
Because friends don’t do what I’m dying to do to you
Baby I don’t want to be friends with you
Because friends don’t do what I’m dying to do to you
How to Get Awesome
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Glanced at your case
You’ve made mistakes
Things don’t look great
But I still get paid
To do whatever it may take
So if you stay away
Then I’ll stay all right
It’s so trendy I find
To be skinny and complicated
So why am I so fat and jaded
Jury of peers
Facing 30 years
But I am an honest man
Without an honest chance
So if you stay awake
Then I’ll stay all right
Thirty-five to life.
She wore a red coat
To cover her bed clothes
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
But I recognize
I recognize
I recognize
She wore a red face
Her words leave a bad taste
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
But I recognize
I recognize
I recognize
Her red eyes
Red robe red nose red rose
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
We stroll on back streets
get dressed in bed sheets
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
But I recognize
I recognize
I recognize
Her red eyes
What Whitman Needs
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I wait patiently
For therapy
But the irony
Is that they can’t even help me
I need surgery
Cut out my conscience please
For committing perjury
My morality’s dyin to murder me
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
The way I taste will be the death of me
Song of myself can’t help me now
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
Steps to mental health
Begin with I need help
End up with someone else
But the irony is that they can’t help us
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
The way I taste will be the death of me
Song of myself can’t help me now
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
Oh oh oh Oh…….
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
The way I taste will be the death of me
Song of myself can’t help me now
Grassed leaves will be what Whitman needs
I want to get home
Before I blackout
And I’ll get there
If I can just back out
Her cigarettes
And fingertips
Hair back from broken lips
She says, “I’ll be fine
I’m waitin on a ride”
And if I had one
She’d make it “worth my while”
She begs for you but your too blind to do what you wanna do
She begs for you your too selfish to do what she wants to do
When the bars close
She takes off her clothes
But what I need
Is you to undress me
I know you see
What’s not happening
But there’s a first time
For everything
She begs for you but your too blind to do what you wanna do
She begs for you your too selfish to do what she wants to do
Must be the empty bottles
Nothing between your eyes
Could be the empty wallet
Can’t fit between your thighs
Must be the empty bottles
Smoke another pack of lies
Could be the empty wallet
I know I’ll sleep tonight
Start over start over again
Hey lets start over start over again and again and again
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