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Loud and Proud
01:16
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Never seen a band like this
They never miss a rhyme.
When they're playing in the clubs
You know their beats are right on time.
When the music comes loud and strong.
Tearing down the house.
Then the police come, the punks'll riot,
We'll take this fucking town.
Hey Ho, Let's go! Sing it loud and proud.
Oi, oi, oi! Put the bottle to the ground
One more round and I'll sing it loud and fucking proud.
When you see us up on stage, man, you know we throw it down.
And the punks will take over this fucking hippy town.
Hey Ho, Let's go! Sing it loud and proud.
Girl at the show with a red dress on
And the honey says, "Sam, babe, play my favorite song."
I said, "Babe, we got a lot of songs. We'll play 'em all night long. With the bass and guitar and the motherfucking drums."
Hey Ho, Let's go! Sing it loud and proud.
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2. |
Coolest Kid On the Block
01:54
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High-school. They all knew my name
Hopscotch was the game I played.
All the girls run around wanna get my number.
Come here, I'll tear you a sunder.
I'll give you one reason why...
'Cause I can cannonball
And I know my ABC's
And my mom has a college degree.
I'm the coolest kid on this whole fucking block.
See me running with a girl I know
It's a girl that used to run around with you.
But now she's with me.
And I'll tell you one reason why.
Yeah, I'll give you one fucking good reason....
'Cause I can cannonball
And I know my ABC's
And my mom has a college degree.
I'm the coolest kid on this whole fucking block.
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3. |
Look At That Kid
01:37
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Cody was a sick boy
And he liked to play with switchblade knives
He's got a girl wrapped around his waist
On the backseat of his motorbike.
Look at that kid
He's just a reject.
He's got some problems.
A pissy misfit.
And he doesn't know what he wants.
But he sure the hell knows how to get it.
And the tattoos up and down his arms
Match the patches on his leather jacket.
Look at that kid
He's just a reject.
He's got some problems.
A pissy misfit.
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We got the horses dressed in corsets.
We drive the Porches.
Who the fuck are you?
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My baby left town in a black Cadillac
She said, "I go to California and I never comin' back."
I said, "Baby, don't leave. My heart cannot take."
She said, "That's too bad you white-trash, drunken, piece of shit."
All I got are my smokes, my dog, and my whiskey jar.
My baby left home and she took the car so very far.
I even had to go out and steal another damn guitar.
Now all I got are my smokes, my dog, and my whiskey jar.
It all started just about a week ago
When she met a brown-eyed man named Curly B. Joe.
She said, "Curly strong. And Curly Sweet. And Curly combs his hair up real nice and neat."
All I got are my smokes, my dog, and my whiskey jar.
My baby left home and she took the car so very far.
I even had to go out and steal another damn guitar.
Now all I got are my smokes, my dog, and my whiskey jar.
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6. |
To the Streets Below
02:18
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I'll take you down to the streets below.
Through the fields where the wildflowers grow.
Where the ocean meets the shores of green.
Honey, I'll take you places in your wildest dreams.
The highway signs we pass are blurs to me.
The windows down so we can feel the breeze.
Grab my hand and then you look at me.
Changing gears out of reality.
The stars above illuminate the night.
They try hard to outshine your eyes.
When the clouds roll in you'll never cry.
Hush little darling, it'll be alright.
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7. |
See Her Dance
01:59
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
1993
01:48
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9. |
Let It Stay
03:47
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I wish I could write a song for you, girl.
That would make you forget the ones I wrote for her.
The weight on my back, I've held it up for years.
This is one regret that I can not bear.
I can't lose you now.
I can't sleep in my bed.
I can't stand the thoughts running through my head.
Like the songs I wrote.
I brought them to life.
Now, more than ever, I wish that they would die.
But this one...
Let it stay.
Let it tell the whole world that I fucked up with the most wonderful girl in the world.
To think of your love in another man's heart.
It stabs at my soul. Rips it apart.
I know that I'm young and not quite as strong.
But I've loved you more than life.
I swear it all along.
I can't lose you now.
I can't sleep in my bed.
I can't stand the thoughts running through my head.
Like the songs I wrote.
I brought them to life.
Now, more than ever, I wish that they would die.
But this one...
Let it stay.
Let it tell the whole world that I fucked up with the most wonderful girl in the world.
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10. |
Don't Close Your Eyes
02:09
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You never seem to grasp hold of the time before it'll pass you by.
You can never love too fast.
Moments always pass and memories often fade.
So take your lover and hold them tight.
And don't close your eyes.
There's nothing better in this world than to hold somebody close.
To feel their love as it warms your veins.
To lay them down when the day is done and to see their face in the morning sun.
To smell their scent on the pillow case.
But don't close your eyes.
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