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Jean Store Cheetah

by Son of Rams

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1.
Heaven Sent 03:51
Kung fu god and a peacetime punk Transition period with the beauty of a jet black lotus Placeholder follow up, ashtray tourist wanting love And a drunken master bumming for a lucy, standing on the back of a magga dog bluesman Heaven sent Never coming home again Cartoon head and a full length fur coat Educated properly, riffing on a dead man’s Les Paul Through a pink tinted calico window, I am outside looking in, yeah yeah Straight into the mystic killer-diller shindig checking out the ladies doing jelly roll hip twists Heaven sent Never coming home again Heaven sent Never coming home again White light breaks upon my pin-up pose Clear eyed, a caged amateur in a circular spell The pilot’s a shiny little blond with a handcuff and a gun What a strange station, they took away my yo-yo, leader of a nation, dying to go home Heaven sent Never coming home again Heaven sent Never coming home again Heaven sent
2.
A5 C5 D5 Screw City ambulance A5 C5 G5 Screw City ambulance A5 C5 D5 Screw City ambulance A5 C5 G5 E Screw City ambulance A C D ELO kiddies I’m the pinnacle punker A C G Spandex Samson hunkered down under bomb threat A C D Negative gains, obsolete dreams A C G E Campaign arrays, hustler odyssey machine CHORUS Ami Emi Screw City felony hazing Ami Emi Too abused and flat broke to ever split Dmi Cma7 E Jive paycheck kill switch commando queers A C D Yippee skip deficit, subliminal dirty pool A C G Don’t steal, don’t lift, stick hick on a bad trip A C D Nothing left to say, I’ll be checking out now A C G Badd11 Sirens parade, yeah, they’re racing ‘round E Gadd9 Aadd9 Screw City ambulance Screw City ambulance Screw City ambulance Screw City ambulance Eadd9
3.
C#5 C#4 From a terminal Nebula Call me Demon-Stud Attilla On a mainline mission for your mind A deadly debutante habit that Kicks like a strychnine headache The way they shake it in Babylon Holy shite E5 B5/F# D A5/E You’re bent out of shape, Miss Mannequin Horsewhip the babes of Hollywood C#5 C#4 Turn it up I’m having fun A E B F# Alien slave Madonna, puking in a bungalow A E Elegant chains, erotic casinos C#5 C#4 Hey, Lockheed chic fiend In that M&M bikini Jackhammer Nazi slut twin peeked inbreed guillotine E5 B5/F# D A5/E Charlie don’t surf in plain clothes Bucktooth berserker allias CHORUS F#5 Asus F#5 Asus B5 F#5 Asus F#5 Asus B5 CHORUS Riff G B oh yeah
4.
Pretty little Stinger, be my friend Waist like a single cigarette Five feet tall On tipsy toe Big as she buzzes, everybody gotta stare I believe to my soul My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead When the Stinger comes to dance to my rock and roll She crawls like a lizard ‘cross the wooden floor Tangled hair But she don’t care Just make pretend that it’s the worldwide trend I believe to my soul My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead I believe to my soul My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead Buzz awhile... She’s a stick-shifted missile screaming out of the sky I’m her lean sprung cheetah with the crystal mirror mind She chase me home Break my bones I beg her back make her do that again I believe to my soul My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead’ I believe to my soul My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead
5.
G D C Red-lining for my lover Velveteen triple-clutch custom Dying for a drink of water D Pretty please Yes, the minute I stepped outdoors Into the sunlight Sunglasses fogging up for her She struck me blind E F# D E Temperature climbing The needle broke off just now Chauffeur plays dominoes Draw the curtains down I’m mixed up, bloodshot Chewing bubblegum, baby, you’re fine C G Ooh, Red line Bb C Solo F Ami Dear, we got so high Eb Bb C It was cool for awhile, but then it was horrible Maybe after dinner we can go for a walk Just a couple blocks, wear your knee socks Red-lining for my lover Bringer of too much trouble Gimme a little drink of water Pretty please Yep, the minute I stepped outdoors Into the sunlight Sunglasses fogging up for her She struck my blindside E F# D E
6.
Spyland 03:44
Bsus Bsus/A Bsus Illuminati interest alliances Black handed financial gangs Paranoid monarchs, data divers A A/G# A/E A Bsus D.C. ghosts keep me free D.C. ghosts keep me free Twenty four hour carnage Celebrity death hoax trapeze It’s been a long time since I voted D.C. ghost, keep me free D.C. ghost. keep me free Asus E F#mi11 E Sideways surfing, false headlines Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides Asus E F#mi11 E F#7sus Asus Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland Boondoggle trials drag me down A server-side suicide maze Witch hunts, phantoms, ephemera D.C. ghost keep me free D.C. ghost keep me free Asus E F#mi11 E Sideways surfing, false headlines Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides Asus E F#mi11 E F#7sus Asus Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland Dsus Asus E Asus D Asus Bsus
7.
Dolled up standing in a shallow pool Brain dead station, arcade in the back room Tulsa queen came down with a mouth full of jewelry We skinny dipped a straight line, we was just passing through it Crippled badass, U.S. G.I. Basehead Rider, please send me a sign Co-Ed’s, heavy meds, an enemy at rest Pin pricked lame shit all over your neck A rope-a-dope scam in a gov’t shrine Here’s hoping you’re all right Crippled badass, U.S. G.I. Basehead Rider, please send me a sign F G F G Bb F Bb G C Ab Bb F C Ab Bb G C Ab Bb F C Ab Bb G Bb F Bb G ooh ooh la la la la ooh ooh la la la la Jacqueline Kennedy surveys from a silo Bird dogging sickos on the beaches of Iowa Derelicts in haystacks, gaping wide eyelids Set free for a day we chased an old high Crippled badass, U.S. G.I. Basehead Rider, please send me a sign
8.
Headache 01:58
I have a fucking headache My skin is flaky and gray I depend upon a Siamese screen Days and weeks, what’s the matter with me? Where I go Nobody knows Leave me alone Good lord, I’ve got a headache This is kind purgatory A new invasion tactic Right hand can’t say what the left shakes Singing the blues when the satellite zooms in CHORUS They are in search of something Me, I don’t care ‘bout nothing Whole wide world in HD deception Hijack the con, better bite my tongue CHORUS
9.
C# A I need a new emotion, ok F# A B A wiki leak for my maggot bit brain A real love and devotion Not beta bee stings or jelly bean springs All my horizons are city sims now On battle-net bandwidths Tell me why does it hurt so good To represent the Jedi Zipper Kids? F# B A Homeland cop she… F# B A Up and got me… F# B A Check your 6, can’t slip… F# A B Jedi Zipper Kid The little man made a money coup raining Drone strikes, acts like it’s natural I believe he’s a comic book Hero with a cap gun, I spit on his statue Buck wild on a pleasure cruise Gold leaf, dovetail, splinter cell Embassies full of killer dogs and Phone hacks and choke hold experts CHORUS SOLO (E) A Black diamond kamikaze sky Ami E E7 Vacant angel just let me die A Some subterranean manic, Ami E A Pious, crooked agents handshaking scabs and liars E A Zipper Kid’s hepatitis nemesis SOLO2 E6 E6 CHORUS Taboo tombs, tech heaps Blessed with gasoline… DBL CHORUS
10.
Right Now 04:45

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released August 7, 2015

Chris Johnson - Guitar, Bass, Drums
Brett Daniels - Guitar, Bass, Keyboard
Spencer Scott - Bass, Clarinet, Keyboard
Jacob Pruitt - Drums
Ben Branca - Drums
Aaron Moon - Keyboard

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