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Monsters
03:07
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Ninja Turtles
And a bucket of blocks
I've got a crinkled up t-shirt
And the stinkiest socks
I don't mind these things
But I don't like monsters
Under my bed
I can't have monsters
Everything's alright
You can't hurt me.
I've got a Spiderman night light
And a Wolverine poster
Got no monsters
Under my bed
I can't have no monsters
Under my bed
And if I have to fight the monster
I'll bring my friends along
And if we have to fight the monster
We'll show him he was wrong.
I can't have no monsters
Under my bed
No fucking monsters
Under my bed
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20%
02:18
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7:20 greeting I awoke
Picked the receiver from the wall
Never thought I'd live to see this
Peter Jennings my iron fist
Skipped school and sat on the couch for hours
TK drove me to buy Mink Car
Me me me is all
I think back now I see
9/11 was not a bad day for me
I got high
I was entertained and moved to tears
It ain't a joke it's not political commentary
I watched my TV
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11!
03:36
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Everybody!
Let's go!
To Eleven!!
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All the extacy and MGD haze
Late nights bleeding to hungover days
Come a little closer so I can see your face
What are we making, making of this place
Crack your head and spill your thoughts
on the steel linoleum talk about all you want
will it ever be enough?
Who
Do you think you are?
An over achiever just waiting for
Someone to set the bar
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5. |
Y'all Stupid
02:32
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Woke up late again
Candy for my breakfast
Spent the whole feeling lame and helpless
Then got meniacally excited, tore my shoes apart
And dreamt of struggles with death
But y'all be looking stupid having fights outside
Your rented stretch hummer
I just want to dispose of you
I could really use you when I'm feeling like
A loser's little brother
So easy to look down on you
It's like a bridge over sexual frustration
I will lay you down
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Kissing Quixote
02:58
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Have you ever considered you might be the prophet?
Have you ever considered the truth?
There's no need to question yourself any more
Now that you are hella spiritual
What kind of teachings do you bring?
The kind that you're craving
What kind of teachings do you bring?
The kind that you're craving
If there's something wrong it's the Illuminati
They're just trying to make you sad
Open your third eye and see
That the people that disagree with you are only jealous
Stand proud, lazy bastard
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7. |
Sweet Oscillation
03:04
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We're not in it for the money we're not in it for the fame
We're not in it for the whiskey or the free cocaine
We do it for love
We're not in it for the art or the self expression
We don't give a fuck about media attention
We do it for love
It isn't hard to see
Who has the upper hand
In this relationship
We don't want to seem eager we just wanna play it cool
But you're already here and you're nobody's fool
So give us your love
We don't do it for the sex or the reputation
All we want to feel is that sweet oscillation
So give us your love
We can't expect you would return the favor
If our roles were flipped
It isn't hard to see
Who has the upper hand
In this relationship
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8. |
Recycled
02:46
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If I were broken and falling in upon myself
Words would be spoken to save me from myself
I don't wanna hurt nobody
I don't wanna hurt nobody
If I pulled my switchblade and licked it until it's done
I will eat your bones and marrow babe I'll eat my gun
We're on sale next week and in the bargain bin next month
We're on sale next week and in the bargain bin next month
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9. |
The Impossible
03:32
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The future is the part of the city that we never visit
Except for the occasional late night caffeine fix
Where we sit back and wait for a cheaper way to
Overthrow the government
And you can tell us it's impossible we still got a
Few guys, true lies
Talkin bout incredible things with nothing better to do
And you can call it gay if you're racist but we still got a
Few guys who like
Bustin moves and having a good time like you never knew
Sit around sweaty and shirtless in the living room lit
Bathroom full of smoke and bottle caps on the ceiling
Everything in this appartment
Is stolen, including the interests
Including the love
Sick man, old man
Holy man, corpse
These are the legs
On which the world walks
Take no prisoners
This is war
But don't forget what we're fighting for
You can tell us it's impossible we still got a
Few guys, true lies
Talkin bout incredible things with nothing better to do
And you can call it gay if you're racist but we still got a
Few guys who like
Bustin moves and having a good time like you never knew
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