1. |
Born Asking For It
03:19
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Somebody tell me what I’m talking about
I open up my mouth and lots of shit comes out
Word after word after word after useless word
You want the truth? I’ll tell you what I heard
How much hot air to float a lead balloon?
And how much can you dig up with a silver spoon?
Scoop after scoop after scoop after scoop
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to prescriptions
I’m entitled to straight As
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face
I was born asking for it
Smiling and nodding and squeezing us in
Like bloated happy cattle in designer pens
Right after left after right after left right left
But I’ll get over it in just 12 steps
Somebody tell me how my story ends
’Cause I don’t have the patience to go through it again
Friend after friend after friend after friend
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a refund
I’m entitled to my space
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face
I was born asking for it
I can dump my trash and clothe the needy
I can act real dumb and get off easy
I can skip dessert and feed a nation
I can kill a cop on my Playstation
I can go online and cheat the answers
I can walk two miles and wipe out cancer
I can save the world but I’m still an asshole
I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a refund
I’m entitled to my space
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fat fuckin face
Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth:
I think I have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, I am pimping the truth
Until I have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, you can beg for the truth
And never have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth:
I was born asking for it
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2. |
Only A Woman
03:49
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Baby, put your hand in the mouth of the lion
But when his jaw clamps shut, you better not start crying
Go on and let it hang, go on and let it swing
One of these days, you’ll turn on the wrong motherfucker when you shake that thing
And you’re only a woman
You’re hair and skin
You’re only a woman
And they’re only men
What do you expect, dear?
In the bitter cold
Go without a coat
Jump without a parachute
Talk back to the man with the gun
Will they find you in the bullring wearing red?
Will they find you wearing blood in the lion’s den?
Call it what you want
Urban camouflage
Don’t dress to impress if you don’t know who
you’re impressing
And you’re only a woman
You’re hair and skin
You’re only a woman
And they’re only men
What do you expect, dear?
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3. |
Mock Cheer
02:53
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When the world’s biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
He braces for the unknown
Hand like an eyeshade to dim the flash
Quick flicker nose picker picked last
Flashbacks flicker past
He could bomb like a locker stink bomb
Like a water bomb, like an F-bomb
Flaming front-door shit bomb
The world’s biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
So get your bitch on
This oughtta be fun
He really thinks that
He’s gonna get some.
All you pretty girls, you can condescend
To roll your eyes back, squeal and pretend
Think about your boyfriend
The world’s biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
Oh that’s precious
He’s so impressive
And you’re so clever
Passive-aggressive
Don’t have to clap with your right hands
Don’t have to put him in your plans
Don’t have to catch what he has
Don’t have to mean it when you say he isn’t so bad
Get on your knees, he’s the savior
Get on your best behavior
C’mon and do the freak a favor
Tomorrow you can take it back and say whatever
Mock cheer over here over there wave your hands
in the air ’cause you care
Oh, I know you don’t care.
Mock cheer blue cheer blue tears of a clown
All the world love an upside-down frown-lined forehead foreplay dead roll over stop drop circle circle dot dot now you got you got the cootie shot the booty hot the beauty the cuties you got the rock out with your cock out you got the Moxie got the
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
You cannot ruin
That shit he’s doin
So cut him deeper
Than merely booing
Don’t have to clap with your right hands
Don’t have to put him in your plans
Don’t have to catch what he has
Don’t have to mean it when you say he isn’t so bad
Half a life is lying
The other half, justifying
’Cause there are no points for trying
And this is not the set of arms you want to die in.
It’s not the set
Of arms
You want
To die in.
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4. |
I'll Fake Manhattan
03:11
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I want God
To kneel before me
To undo my zipper for me
To lick His lips
And gaze
In raw rabid lust at what He made.
I want booze
I want bitches
I want your name
I want your digits
I want to know what you look like on me.
In yellow shoes I get the blues
A bullet hole, a new tattoo
My belt's a piece of trash
And my cravat is fuckin Vaudeville
My t-shirt says "demented"
And my pants say "unrepentant"
And my jacket tells the world that I don't care about a jacket
Make it tighter make it brighter make it hotter make it wetter make it higher make it shorter make it younger make it dumber
I want booze
I want bitches
I want your name
I want your digits
I want to fuck you 'til you die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
I'll fake the Stooges
I'll fake the Stones
I'll fake the Dolls
And the Ramones
I'll fake Manhattan
NME won't know the difference.
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5. |
1991
03:54
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We are the products of coincidence
Of non-events
Of 1991.
Rock the record stores and concert halls
We know it all
We rule
Forevermore.
Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands
Throw up your hands
And watch the world move on.
Say goodbye and become the past
The long-lost class
Of '91
Yeah
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered shopping malls.
We invented rock and roll.
We perfected loneliness.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
When the radio's on
But the passion is gone
When the music changes and leaves you
Wherever you are.
We're the fashion victims of coincidence
The consequence
Of 1991.
The pants shrank to microscopic size
Now vacant eyes
They mark us
Dead and gone.
You little fuckers get a few short years
Then check back here
We'll see how far you fell.
'Cause everybody ends up just like this
And no one listens
When you tell 'em
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered cigarettes.
We invented loneliness.
We perfected rock and roll.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
To be caught unawares
In a musical chairs
When the record stops and leaves you
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are.
In 1991 they put the first man on the moon.
In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright.
In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT"
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little scenester kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
But they'll learn
How it feels to be lost
Ten years out from your prime
Wondering was it the people?
The place?
Or the time?
In a hole like an outline
Of someone long gone
With a memory that grays to a haze
After '91.
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6. |
If They Don't Come Back
04:35
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Oh shit
I guess I meant
All those things I said
Out in the parking lot on lunch break
Oh shit
I guess I meant
The part about your smile
And the way it made my heart ache
Now I guess those words were only words
They were the stupidest things I ever said or heard
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
Oh shit
I guess I meant
All those things I said
On our one-month anniversary
Oh shit
I guess I meant
The part about the way
I would lose it if you left me
Now I guess those words were only words
They were the stupidest things I ever said or heard
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
And ever and ever, amen
And the tide rolls out, and it won't come in again
And the sun goes down, and it won't come up again
Not even if you cry, call her name and catch her eye
When you screw up this bad, you don't get to say goodbye.
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, it's 'cause there's someone better
Well I set you free, yeah now how about that
And if you don't come back, then you suck forever
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
The tide rolls out, and it won't come in again
And the sun goes down, and it won't come up again
Not even if you cry, call her name and catch her eye
When you screw up this bad, you don't get to say goodbye.
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7. |
A Gray Area
03:02
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Between child abuse and discipline
Between free will and Ritalin
Between the white fence and black neighborhood
Between common law and the common good
I grew up in
A gray area.
Between the safety catch and muzzle flash
Between the salt of the earth and white trash
Between an honest job and a slave wage
Between the good old days and the stone age
I grew up in
A gray area.
Public school is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Burger King is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Supermarket's just around the corner
Everything's fine
Shopping mall is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Between the man's man and the chauvinist
Between the goodnight kiss and the therapist
Between thoughtfulness and obligation
Between respect and intimidation
Between child abuse and discipline
Between free will and Ritalin
Between the white fence and the black neighborhood
Between common law and the common good
I grew up in
A gray area.
Public school is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Burger King is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Supermarket's just around the corner
Everything's fine
Shopping mall is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine.
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8. |
I Got Blown By Krishna
04:23
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I wet myself to Nietzche
I cut my teeth on Tolstoy
I studied Kama Sutra
While your ex tossed off to Playboy
I am the deepest puddle
That you will ever walk through
You need to read my Tao right now
You want my karma in you
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like
Descartes and Marx and Moses
I lined 'em up and smote 'em
And comic books are infantile
Unless Neil Gaiman wrote 'em
A quote for every circumstance
And an anecdote for every instance
And a life changed by
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I got blown by Krishna
C'mon and drown me in patchouli, baby!
I'm a headcase
I'm a moon shot
Tipping over slowly
Dripping on the lowly
Yeah yeah on a sable field
Scarlet letters u and i
I'm a talking valentine
I'm a walking pickup line
I'm the whole world
Been there done that
Read it smoked it sucked it
Ate it stroked it fucked it
Sure behind a black veil
Wild night on a dark pony
Armored in an oil slick
Come and marvel at my one trick
I'm a force of human nature
I am apathetic
Swinging from a bookshelf
As divine as myself
Cliff's Notes existentialist
Cliff's Notes renaissance man
Shooting cosmic jism
That stinks of sex and blood and symbolism
I got blown by Krishna
Hare fucking hare!
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9. |
The Morning Commute in G
03:58
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The B the D the Circle Line
The 2 the 3 the 1 and 9
The 1 and 9
The 1 and 9
The PAT the MTA
The LGA the JFK
The JFK
The JFK
The Metro North the Cable Car
The L-I-double-fuckin-R
Double-fuckin-R
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you all
The BQE the GCP
The Southern State the LIE
The LIE
The LIE
The Holland and the Lincoln and the Battery
The Staten Island Ferry and the Willy B
The Willy B
The Willy B
The FDR
Riverside Drive
287
95
95
Ninety-fuckin-five
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you all
The 2 the 3 the A the C the J the Z the 1 the 9
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you all
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10. |
Lazy Mary
03:25
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