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Class of '95
03:17
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My girl likes pearls and glitter,
My girl likes t.v. dinners (stat).
My girl's got corns and bunions,
My girl, she digs Todd Rundgren, (yeah).
(Chorus) My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl...
My girl likes jewels and lockets,
My girld reads 'Love and Rockets' yeah.
My girl wears silk pajamas,
My girl eats grilled cheese sandwiches
(Chorus)
We'd do donuts in the lot
and then we'd drive up to 'the spot'.
My girl would roll us a joint
and then we'd get down to the point;)
(Chorus)
My girl has skin like candy,
My girl's got hair so sandy brown.
My girl would never stand me up
and I would never let her down.
(Chorus)
3 a.m. on graduation night
we grabbed some paint and took a drive.
Climbed up above the turnpike
and scrawled 'Class of '95'.
(Chorus)
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2. |
Bad Boys
01:51
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We're the Young Conservatives,
We're the self-preservatives,
Upstanding citizens,
Defending priveledge.
Bad Boys...
We're Young Republicans
We love our government (small).
We're the new Epicureans,
We are the one percent.
Bad Boys...
We're the new Objectivists,
natural selectivists.
We're the Young Conservatives,
We're the self-preservatives.
Bad Boys...
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3. |
Devolution
03:25
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Devolution
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4. |
I Hate You
02:12
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I hate the 80's and the 90's too
I hate art and I hate you.
I went to San Diego to visit the zoo
I saw a dog and a seagull too.
I hate the t.v. and computer screens
I hate the papers and the magazines.
I don't care what the tabloids say
Tom Hanks is the devil and Ellen's gay.
I hate you...
I hate the Beatles and I hate the Stones
Paul's a doughball, Keith's a bag of bones.
I hate New York and I hate L.A.
VANCOUVER'S A DUMP, Nanaimo's okay.
I hate you...
I hate this city and this country
I hate myself and I hate you.
I hate you and you hate me
I hate my hypocricy.
I hate you...
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5. |
Babbitt
03:15
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He's an empty signifier,
He's a Holocaust denier.
In the school of semiotics,
he's a textbook neurotic.
He's a loaded signifier,
He's a Nazi sympathizer.
He doesn't take his socks off
Even when he get's his rocks off.
Baa baa baa baa baa...Babbitt!!!
He's an advertiser,
for Monsanto and for Pfizer.
Repressed desublimation
is his calling and his station.
He's a lousy gentrifier,
an exporter to China.
Opiate of the masses,
Groucho Marx in false eyeglasses.
Baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa...Babbitt!!!
He's a loaded signifer,
He's a Holocaust denier.
He cheats on his taxes,
His moustache he waxes.
In the school of semiotics,
He's a textbook neurotic.
He's an empty signifier,
He's a Nazi sympathizer.
Baa baa baa baa baa...
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6. |
White Noise
03:17
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It's the song in my head when I'm trying to sleep
It's the crumbs beneath my toes in my cold, wet basement suite
It's the stone in my shoe, it's th dirt on my sheets
And it's all white noise.
It's the pot on the stove that I think of when I leave
It's the door I didn't lock, it's the passwords, it's the keys
It's the dried out plants, it's the pet I didn't feed
And it's all white noise.
It's the bills I didn't pay, it's the books I didn't read
It's the words that I said, it's the word I didn't keep
It's the firends I didn't call, it's the word on the street
And it's all white noise.
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7. |
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‘Things are looking better today’
said Mr. Howard feeling gay.
‘Clouds of Unknowing have all gone away,
and by Reason have been replaced.’
'I think I'll write letter today
to Herr Johann across the straight.
Give form to feeling and articulate
my new nomenclature.'
Weeks later came a reply
in a form thus versified:
'Howard gives us with his clear mind
Lessons news to all mankind.'
'Have you read the paper today?'
years later Howard would say.
'Peppered moths have turned ash grey
and the clouds have done the same!'
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8. |
Filthy Lucre
04:29
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If you want to have my say
there's no parity these days.
Work so had every day
for next to no pay.
Have to tread the thinnest line
between vanity and crime.
Worked so hard my whole life
but nothing's worked out right.
If you want to have my say
there's no dignity these days.
Feel like I'm wearing clown shoes
always jumping through new hoops.
Applied for a job the other day
but I fell on the way.
When I got to the place
I had dog shit on my face.
...I tripped on the world stage.
If you want to have my say
there's no honesty these days.
Things they change at such a rate
one cannot articulate.
Things they change in such a way
that the truth remains vague.
Things they may appear to change
but the Truth remains the same:
...filthy lucre is to blame
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9. |
Real Bad Lookin'
04:55
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I am the drunkest, ugliest girl at the bar
Oh well I'm scheming, and I'm scheming, and I'm scheming, and I'm gonna go far
All the boys, yeah they think I'm a star
Because I'm drinking, and I'm drinking, and I'm drinking, yeah I go pretty hard
I get a pinch on my ass, when I lean on the sill
And then I bent it, and I bent it, and I bent it but not to pick up the bill
My husband's at work, my baby's in a Daewoo Sauna
I hold my breath when I check, just to see that she isn't a goner
The little dream sits there, she's like a fly in a jar
Yeah who the hell are they to tell me that I can't leave my kid in the car
I am the goddamn drunkest, ugliest girl at the bar
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can't leave my kid in the car
(Chorus)
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can't leave my kid in the car
Yeah who the hell are you to tell me that I can't leave my kid in the car
I am the dumbest, richest guy at the bar
Yeah, well I'd take you for a ride but my girl took the keys to my car
I made a deal over lunch baby, yeah it was worth 15k
I show my teeth when I smile in a real matter-of-fact way
I make so much money, I swear I never get any older
And I don't talk to my brother cause that prick's got a chip on his shoulder
Oh yeah I'm feelin real good, how much for one of those cigars?
I want to breathe like a dragon baby, I cough up burning hot tar
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10. |
The Tomb is Empty
05:09
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The tomb is empty, the stone's been rolled away.
She put it in her pocket and strolled into the bay.
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