1. |
Crying On The Inside
02:41
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CRYING ON THE INSIDE
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I got a feather boa
And a robot car
I’m a future A-bear
And a former porn star
I’m a White Party King
I’m a hung daddy top
I’m the boy next door
I’m an undercover cop
Give em what they pay for
No one gets the real you
That guy who’s got it all
He’s more fucked up than you
I’m always on the list
I’m friends with Madonna
I was Mr Valley Pride
I’ll do anything you wanna
I’m better than you….
But I’m crying
I was a fat kid
I was pushed around
I was never enough
That’s why I’m putting you down
I wanna die
I was a nice guy
I wanna die
If I can’t be that guy
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2. |
Shutdown
02:10
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SHUTDOWN
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I’m gonna shut down
Pull the blinds down
And hide away for me
Find me a rabbit hole
A bunker built to save my soul
And what’s important to me
Just my dogs, just my dogs and me
I’m very bored of my own inner dialog
I’d rather be simple, happy like my dogs
Get your dull chatter out of my gray matter
Please
I’m gonna shy away
From petty things that people say
To save a bit of me
Find my inner circle crew
And take em where ‘m going to
For an evolved party
Friends and booze, friends and booze, and me.
I’m stoned in the sun listening to FUZZ
Deaf to all you say
On a canyon run with my Dozer son
And everything’s ok
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3. |
Old Frosty Mug
02:41
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OLD FROSTY MUG
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I began my drinkin
When I was just a pup
Got my first paycheck
Bought a drinkin cup
Booze motivates me
Any gig I can grab
Save up my earnings
To pay my bar tab
Old frosty mug
You keep me drunk
I get a job, I fill you up
Old Frosty Mug
You’re mighty fine
I’ll keep you full
On my own dime
When times are rough
Screw the rent
That hot bartender
Gets my last cent
In years gone by
You’ve been my only friend
My liver and I love you
It’s Valentines day again
My mug and I are drinkin’ champs
We found a bar that takes food stamps
E! B! T!
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4. |
I Miss Quaaludes
01:59
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I MISS QUAALUDES
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I got my Lady Q
From Miss Annie Lee
I’m gonna wash her down
With a Long Island Tea
Feelin’ warm and fuzzy
Dancing horny in my head
Bumpin thru the crowd
Like a teenage Joan Jett
I miss Quaaludes
That fucked up fuzzy funtime
Is the best I ever knew
I miss Quaaludes
I made out with 20 people
Danced with a hundred more
Played chicken out on main street
I’m a filthy Quaalude whore
I keep hearing rumors
Coming down the track
Switzerland! Singapore!
Bring my sweet lover back
Quaaludes! Yeah Dude! Quaaludes
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5. |
Fat Heathers
02:03
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FAT HEATHERS
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
P-town freeze and drown
Founding fathers coming down
Hell no, I won’t go
To that place
Hell no I won’t go
It’s a bad place
Cranky bears five feet around
Fuck off skinny you’re going down.
Fat Heathers should know better
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6. |
I Hate Xmas
02:26
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I HATE XMAS
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I know it’s based
On some dumb story
Supposed to be allegory
The liar, the bastard and the fool
All I know is Xmas ain’t cool
I hate Xmas
Deck my balls
I hate Xmas
Fuck you all
Who’s the fat guy in the red sweater?
For creepy pedos, Dahmer was better
Flying reindeer and busy elves?
Xmas lovers, go fuck yourselves
Wrapping gifts that are yours not mine
Lonely folks at closing time
Hauling a huge tree right inside
Is this when that dude was born or died?
Thank fuck it’s only once a year
Hey Santa, bring me a fuckin’ beer
Don’t give me gifts, I don’t want em
Eggnog and pudding are fucking rotten
If I see you in a holiday coat
I’m gonna kick you in the fucking throat
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7. |
We Are Chew Toys
01:52
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WE ARE CHEW TOYS
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
Punk rock music is the best
Beat your fists against my chest
Garage metal and punk rock
Work best on my cock
We need to feel the hardcore when it’s real
Get your dirty self up to speed
Chew Toy attack’s gonna make you bleed
Corner us and we’ll come out fighting
Feed us, you’ll enjoy the biting
Sharpen your teeth, girls and boys
We are Chew Toys
Ursa major and Ursa minor
No dance beat, no synthesizer
Sledgehammer beat on the double
Chew Toys are your punk rock thruple
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8. |
Leather Sweater
01:52
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LEATHER SWEATER
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
I’m all over your shit
I got you wrapped up nice and tight
I’m all over your shit
I’m going heavy when you want it light
I’m your leather sweater
I’m ink and fur and salt and sweat uh huh
I’m all over your shit
I am the one that you think of first
I’m all over your shit
I’m gonna edge you til you fuckin’ burst
I’m all over your shit
Like the rainstorm that covers this town
I’m all over your shit
I’m the king that will wear your crown
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9. |
No Soy Tu Papi
02:34
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NO SOY TU PAPI
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
Te gustan los hombres maduros
Aiy, que fascinante
Tengo noticias para ti, mijo
Nosotros dos, no saldremos juntos
Oye mijo
No soy tu papi
Aiy cabron
No soy tu pinche pops
Aiy mijo
Vete de aqui
Tu tratas mucho!
Miley Cyrus no es una artista
Dubstep no es avant garde
Aiy papi me compras una cerveza
NO GUEY
Aiy papi abrasa me
NO GUEY
Aiy papi ven aqui
NO GUEY
Aiy papi eres un pinche joto!
¡CHINGATE!
Eres muy attractivo
Pero conosco tus engaños
Yo tambien fue veinte dos
En el ochente seis!
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10. |
Larry (Of The Rodeo)
02:31
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LARRY (OF THE RODEO)
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
Well he’s a barndancin’ bastard
Reviled and revered
He’ll give you a workin’ over
If you’re 45 with a beard
He rounds up all the cowboys
Sooner than they reckoned
He rides em on the first date
And buries em on the second
And he’s slow slow quick quick slow
He’s Larry Larry Larry of the rodeo
Hey boy keep your eye out
He’s more snake than rattle
Hell, before you know it
That’s him in your saddle
He likes it down and dirty
Ain’t got no need for words
And if you get to ride him
You’re gonna need spurs
Arizona gives him a boner
But Texas is where the sex is
Get on his dance card
Because he’s ever, ever hard
Now you’ve heard the story
Of our dancin’ man
Grab a hold of Larry
And two step while you can
Like all good cowboys
Larry’s got two morals
He’s versatile at butt sex
And famous for his oral
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11. |
Beantown Boys
03:05
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BEANTOWN BOYS
(Dickson/Tagliapietra) BMI
Greggy was a sick pup
With a heart of gold
Twisted for a youngster
Impossible to hold
Drinkin’ til the brownout
Playin’ guitar and drums
You think he’s pretty now?
You should see him when he…
Honeydew! You wanna?
Take me to the Fenns!
Honey, do you wanna
Meet some Red Sox Men?
Honey do you wanna
Hang out at Roy’s
Can’t get enough of those
Beantown boys
Kevin was a copper
We met in the Pines
Took him to a rooftop
Worked off some fines
He lived in Methuen
He lived with his mom
He was into edging
Under the gun
Graham wasn’t born there
And they made him leave
Voice so sexy
I forgot to breathe
You should hear it
Velvety soft
He used it to get me
And then it got me off
I’m coming down 84
I’m coming like I did before
You and me together soon
Grab a table at Kowloon
Mikey’s not a lover
But no one’s just a friend
Fuzziest bastard
In the North End
Thunderbird eyebrows
Swan boat smile
He moved to LA now
Says it’s better by a mile
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12. |
Timmy Nutbag
01:39
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TIMMY NUTBAG
(Dickson/Tagliapietra)
Iphone bright zipper
Chinese big dipper
Being a seditionist
Running from the communists
No pic no chat
Online in China
Beard beard beard beard
Just be polite
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13. |
Nothing
04:39
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NOTHING
(Dickson/Tagliapietra)
It's been a rough year
Some friends who began it
Are no longer here
Bill and Terry died
The other bastards lied
At times, there wasn't enough beer
I'm missing my friends
Who helped me belong
Nothing stays too good or too bad
For too long
Couldn't hold down a job
I'm apparently worthless
And somewhat unskilled
Paintin' houses white
Mowin lawns outside
And phone support finally lost its thrill
I can't make rent
My connections are wrong
Nothing stays too good or too bad
For too long
This year had some great times
But karma priced em high
Sixty five good days
Three hundred stingers
It feels like karma bled me dry
These little silver linings
Helped me get along
Nothing stays too good or too bad
For too long
Nobody believes a healthy junkie
Nobody trusts a skinny drunk
Who's to say you're any smarter
Listening to this middle aged punk?
Let's bury this year behind us
And turn things for the better
An unmarked grave
One lucky break
We'll beat the world together
I couldn't keep from crying
So I wrote it in a song
Nothing stays too good or too bad
For too long
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14. |
Not Your Daddy
02:33
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