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Timmy's Punk Rock Band
02:43
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Does looking backward at your life make you feel down?
That you should have took your chances and left this town?
You say the more you sit and think about it
The less you think you had a chance at all
So if you have dreams too big to dare to try and live
And don't know where to start
Play the guitar and they all will come to hand
Everybody's happy in Timmy's punk rock band
Come on and join the greatest band that you'll see around
Here's an outlet for your amp, careful there's no ground
The cable's dead but the beer is warm and plenty
The microphone is taped on to a pole
So if you have things you wanna say but never got the
Time of day to share
Just let it blare and they all will understand
Everybody's happy in Timmy's punk rock band
Some folks call it lost potential, some folks call it getting old
But everything before's inconsequential
If you just take the chance to make the punk kids kick and dance
It'll be you who gets the last laugh after all
So if you dig chicks in ragged clothes who
Never drink but smell like cloves
All you have to do is get in the van
Everybody's happy in Timmy's punk rock band
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If you ever hear me clamor about the country
You can go ahead and punch me in my face
If I say something akin to "that old country did me in,"
Hand me some gin and call me Robert Brutus Yates
If I ever say "my god, I love this city,"
You can roll me in my grave right then and there
I like the buildings and the trains but as I go, I grow afraid
That I just might be here to stay until I'm dead
I don't wanna not wanna go back to Tennessee
Why is it city boys are singing about the country,
And country boys are rapping in the streets?
God tell me that ain't how I'll fare, if I'm so smart and self-aware,
Why do I stare at fancy shoes and don't eat meat?
I don't wanna not wanna go back to Tennesee
I don't wanna not wanna but I gotta say I thought or I
Oughta say I knew that I'd be hurtin' and be bruisin'
'Cause I'm getting used to losin' everything that made me human
Way back in Tennessee
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I heard that Jesus laughs when we die
And waits at the gates with his arms open wide
But if given the choice to be there or with you
As sure as Saint Peter, I know what I would do
'Cause as sure as there's heaven above
We will always have our love
As pure as the angels that sing when you hark
As firm as the dinosaurs boarded the ark
As strong at the prophet Moses parted the sea
As sure as the sky and the land and the plants were all made by day three
And as sure as there's heaven above
We will always have our love
'Cause love is, love is salvation
Love is the savior, love sets you free
Love is, love is the answer
All that you have to do is believe
And I believe
That as sure as there's heaven
And I'm sure that there's heaven above
We will always have our love
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There is a place like California
It never bores you and moves to a beat
But in the dark grow baby tulips
From gin and juleps that run through its streams
Where pools of blood gush like a flood under sunny rays
It's springtime in the bottom of my heart
Where all's anew and nothing's blue, just red and green
It's springtime in the bottom of my heart
There's a snowy sadness inside of me, inside of me
But it melts away and in grow the leaves on happy trees
Oh say won't you stay forever, please?
A balmy breeze through my aorta
Lovely as Florida, just minus the beach
If you visit to find some peace
You'd never know that you're alone on an April day
It's springtime in the bottom of my heart
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Better Dead
02:53
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Death: I think about it a lot, at least when you're with me
It's funny when I think about it, every time we drink about
It has to do with who's in your sheets
I heard you moaning again last night in the room beside my bed
And I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea
But it made so much sense in my head
I'm just the guy you fuck when you're feeling stuck
And the dialogue is just for the show
I guess it's better, though, than being alone
I drive my car all day, all night, making deliveries
And you know I got your message, and I'm sorry I didn't text,
You made me want to drive right into a tree
You're just a silly girl who lives inside a canvas world
Where you can paint the walls the way that you like
Even if the picture doesn't look right
I'm just the guy you fuck when you're feeling stuck
And the dialogue is just for the show
I guess it's better, though, than being alone
It's not that I would like to die, it's just that I might not mind
It's not that I would like to die, it's just that I might not mind
I'm swinging down from the rafters
I'm plugging into the bathtub
A second bottle of Aspirin
Tell me why are you laughing?
So I hope that you find my replacement and I'll finally be liberated
From the guilt and the obsession stemming deep in this complexion
That's been brewing since I knew how to speak
And if you're there to see my casket lower like a balloon basket
Just sing along in your head
Because I'm better, you're better, we're better,
I'm better off dead
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Look The Part
03:50
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When birds fly southward for the winter, rarely do we question why
But when people flock that way together
How quick our interest piques to promptly offer our critiques
When we're just doing what we need to survive
'Cause if you wanna get tight with chicks who ride
Their bike on Friday night through Central Park
You gotta look the part
If you wanna befriend important men who
Spend their dividends per a la carte
You gotta look the part
When fishes ditch their school they risk starvation
Until they get back in formation
So if you wanna get laid or drink champagne
The reality's as plain as it is tart
You gotta look the part
When loneliness indebts you to reality
Just sell some of your individuality
'Cause if the price is high and they wanna buy
It doesn't matter the supply, just the art
Of how you look the part
If you wanna be punk as fuck, good luck,
Without the look to back it up, it's just a lark
Until you look the part
Or you can play in bands for fans who stand
To buy records out your van, and that's a lovely start
Until you look the part
Conformity is complicated
No matter how you decorate it
So if you sell yourself as a fella swell
Then put some pins on your lapel to prove you've a heart
You gotta look the part
'Cause if you wanna get paid vacation days
While bathing in the rays beside the bar
You gotta look the part
Or if you wanna get high and occupy
Try rockin' that suit and tie in Zuccotti Park
You gotta look the part
It's not a crazy concept
That most folks like what that can expect, or accept, or reject...
No matter what the road, my friend
You've gotta pay the toll, my friend
And if you wanna play the role, well then
You gotta look the part
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Laughter, loneliness, lyrics, legato.
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