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Debra
02:59
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Mean old mosquito bit Debra’s libido singing “Baby You Can Drive My Car”
She wants to die in New York like a real rock ’n’ roller with tattoos filling up both arms
Feels sorta famous sleeping in her makeup dreaming about some Hollywood dude
Waking up to Coco’s guitar showoffs on the back porch strumming out “Hey Jude”
Hope Debra’s all right now
Hope she’s all all right, all right
Ants on the sidewalk
Teeth shattered dumb luck
And Debra’s singing “Please, Please Me”
Big city sunshine
Cocaine left her bright eyed
With scabs covering her knees
Pictures of Yoko scattered in a circle
And her blood’s in the shape of a star
Lipstick red cigarette burns into the carpet
You know, rock ’n’ roll broke her heart
Hope Debra’s all right now
Hope she’s all all right, all right
She’s a bad, bad girl
A bad, bad girl
Put on Sgt. Peppers, it’s the same old record, and Debra, she’s still singing along
Everybody’s OK, all my friends are OK, they’ve been downstairs watching King Kong
Hope Debra’s all right now
Hope she’s all all right, all right
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2. |
It's a Crime
02:50
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Under the ground there is a station
Swallowed in sound with turntables cranking
They got patience for mistakes,
But on occasion they get angry
It’s a crime
To keep quiet
It’s a crime to keep quiet
It’s a crime, a crime, a crime
And I’ll never go back cuz my radio’s got a crack
And they said that it’s a crime
Up in the clouds there is a caption says, “Kelly come down like airplanes crashing”
She’s attractive in her mansion, but she smoked hash when the station was active
It’s a crime
To keep quiet
It’s a crime to keep quiet
It’s a crime, a crime, a crime
And she can never go back cuz her radio’s got a crack
And they said that it’s a crime
Fiddling with wires the assembly trembles so Kelly and I keep crammed in our headphones
Press the window for a signal, we got a crushed nose standing on a tip toe
It’s a crime
To keep quiet
It’s a crime to keep quiet
It’s a crime, a crime, a crime
And we can never go back cuz the radio’s got a crack
And they said that it’s a crime
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3. |
The Guy with the Wound
02:02
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I met the guy with the satellite inside, inside of his home
He said he cries at the sight of the oxygen
When the sky comes slipping in through the hole
And with the wreck came the far foreign capacity
To pretend that every cell could be seen
And everybody else here keeps a little eyeball peeled
For all the lines that wind and wind from the eyes of the guy with the wound
He was watching the bugs in his bed and they were laughing
Said all of the bugs were his friends, yeah that’s all he needs
Well, he caught a glimpse then of the cast
Of the actual fleshed out face that he had always shaved
And everybody else here keeps a little eyeball peeled
For all the lines that wind and wind from the eyes of the guy with the wound
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4. |
Big Black Eye
03:46
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You can count up your records and white name tag ‘em
But don’t try to trace ‘em back
Cuz we stole that stuff
Oh yeah, just ripped ‘em right, right off
And I’ll feel all right
With a big black eye
Well, they mashed it up cuz I figured out a lie
Well, the fact is my friends are all slack colored over
But nobody notices
I got all mad once, mad once
But I’m real happy now
And I’ll feel all right
With a big black eye
Well, they mashed it up cuz I figured out a lie
I’ve got a big black eye, oh…
They crushed in my face, but sure glad it happened
Cuz actually I’ve better sight
But my friends still say and say
“We got guitar might”
And I’ll feel all right
With a big black eye
Well, they mashed it up cuz I figured out a lie
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5. |
Catch a Wave
02:52
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I woke up so scared
Thought my face had blistered ear to ear
A feeling so weird
It burns and burns
And finally disappears
What we’ve gotta do is catch a wave
Someplace, someplace
What we’ve gotta do is catch a wave away
Rotten summer sun
What we’ve gotta do is catch a wave
Someplace, someplace
What we’ve gotta do is catch a wave away
Catch a wave
Happy hungry sun hangs over us
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Re-Injured
01:02
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Till out of the clouds came another catastrophe that was falling, yeah sinking to the ground
Now everybody else here keeps a little eyeball peeled for all the lines that wind and wind
From the eyes of the guy with the wound
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Hush My Mouth
04:01
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We were well read and erect
And these were the signs of success
Next thing we were ducking from the cops
With a simple touch of tongues
And a wire running up our arms
And they were the kids in the back
And they were they eyes on my test
I must have been the sucker in the room
Must have been the last one in a suit
With a pen in my pocket leaking out
And passion isn’t polite
So hush my mouth, hush my mouth
Put mush in my mouth
Cuz the summer’s running out and I don’t know what I want
Noticing my room was a mess
Oozy little bump on my neck
And my mind is a wreck
That’s wha you got
But passion isn’t polite
So hush my mouth, hush my mouth
Put mush in my mouth
Cuz the summer’s running out and I don’t know what I want
No more fucking around…
Yeah, passion isn’t polite
Hush my mouth, hush my mouth
Put mush in my mouth
Cuz the summer’s running out and I don’t know what I want
Yeah, I’m fashionably polite
So hush my mouth, hush my mouth
Put mush in my mouth
Cuz the summer’s running out and I don’t know what I want
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One Who Fads
02:48
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9. |
Lucky Bones
04:37
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I got little grabbers and two kid toes
Just bought ‘em from the fuzz back home
There all right
And that’s Cassius, honest
Big Roman nose been sticking with my lucky bones
It’s a highlight
Lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones that I’ve gathered up
My first femur was accident
At twelve years old I found it by some smoking clothes
Don’t know why
And now see this, five actual
Fully grown co-captains built from lucky bones
Real nice guys
Lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones that I’ve gathered up
Well, Sunday s’pose I’ll have to throw out Mrs. Truman’s teeth
I’m rearranging cuz my collection’s been bugging me
Here come Horace, collapsible
Since hokey ghosts went mixing with my lucky bones
I’m fine, fine
Lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones
I’ve got some lucky bones that I’ve gathered up
That I’ve gathered up…
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