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As I leave behind this coast tonight
and the buildings shrink and fall from sight
I will smile beneath the terror light
'cause I'm gonna hold you so damn tight
and we still believe in pots and pans
in vegetables and natural tans
Twenty-two inch rims don't make a man
that's what my mother told me
And I heard Milwaukee in the summer is real pretty when you're not on an airplane
and everything I see from my window might be Los Angeles
And we start to come down through the clouds
and all this resistance gets so loud
and I hope that we are well-endowed
I hope we don't explode
and the lights are getting brighter
and it seems like they don't end
I guess to some people that might sound nice
but to me it sounds like light pollution
and your city is big and boring (fucking boring)
mine is little and alive (and you always have to drive)
and your clouds are brown and that makes me frown
IT MAKES ME WANT TO DIE
and the people make excuses for the trains that they don't ride
and how can a city be a city when it's 35 miles wide?
SO THE FARTHER I GET FROM LOS ANGELES, THE HAPPIER I'LL GET
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Why can't you just be a person?
Sunglasses make you look like an asshole.
Disciples won't make you feel better--
any better than you do now.
Why can't you make me a person?
Why can you fill me with blood again,
and fill my nerve endings with worms again
and turn my fragile mind into carbon fiber
And we will dance.
OH LET'S DANCE THE FRIGHT AWAY
...And I'm so glad you sent me a person
on a carpet of ten thousand blades
a person to say "there's nothing wrong with you baby.
I love you anyway and I'm glad you're still alive."
And you heard so much about not giving up.
You hardly remember giving a fuck.
You surround yourself with invisible stuff
and wonder "How could enough
even ever be close to enough?"
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Three Blocks
03:18
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Three blocks from your house
You could have everything worth having
Everything within stabbing reach
Isn't that what you want?
Isn't that what you longed for?
What you said you would have, what you'd show to your dad
and swear you'd never want more
but you go to sleep hungry every night
and you wake up alone
and you pray, "Oh God, King Cobra, help me find my own way home"
And one day you will be
way the fuck out of town
flipping pancakes on your houseboat anchored in Long Island Sound
so pick yourself up
and get yourself warm
and get your hands out of your pockets
because you know you're not just waiting out the storm
AND ONE DAY I WILL HAVE EVERYTHING IN MY DREAMS
I'LL HAVE A LITTLE HOUSE IN A BIG TALL TREE
AND A NICE SELF-LOATHING JEWISH GIRL LIKE ME
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Fork Shirt
04:30
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I Sleep With With A Gun
05:49
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I drink Cherry Coke for breakfast
I don't remember falling asleep
I got a shell to live in
I got hell to give 'em
I got a brand new reason to weep
and I don't trust folks in dark glasses
I don't think they like me
I've got a clue what they're gonna do
tonight after I fall asleep
So I sleep with a gun under my pillow
A smokestack and a watertower
comprise our skyline
we will complain
in sun or rain
this is torment of our own design
and we say we can't take it
we've got to get away
but mostly we get wasted and watch cartoons all goddamn day
and sleep with guns under our pillows
towels by the doors and open windows
I sleep with a gun under my pillow
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Fireball
04:28
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Up North
04:10
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