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Miss Poison Personality
02:04
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Miss Poison Personality.
Miss Poison Personality.
If you were my girl, I'd travel the world.
And never return, if you were my girl.
Miss Poison Personality.
Miss Poison Personality.
If you were my bride, I'd look in your eyes.
Find some place to hide, if you were my bride.
Miss Poison Personality.
You were my bride.
Miss Poison Personality.
I'm choosing my words from up on a shelf.
I'd bottle you up. Save you from myself.
Miss Poison Personality.
You from myself.
Miss Poison Personality.
I know I said I've made mistakes.
My dear, this would be one.
On the cover of Horse & Cop Magazine.
December, '91.
Miss Poison Personality.
SHE'S POISON.
Miss Poison Personality.
I won't kiss and tell. I'll fall down a well.
And go straight to Hell. Save me from yourself.
Miss Poison Personality.
Me from yourself.
Miss Poison Personality.
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Summer Nights Are Bold
03:19
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Ha.
Come on.
Yeehaw.
She sees a background.
She is displeased.
She doesn't expect it.
She won't say a thing.
And that's what I like about her.
That's what I like about her. (x3)
Let's make a deal.
All we have to do is lie.
There's no way around this.
I can't guarantee.
But I can't really guarantee.
I can't really guarantee. (x3)
I like this part.
I walk alone.
Baby, without you, I am out broken.
Summer nights are BOLD.
Baby, without you, I grow weary.
Winter nights are cold.
Darling, without you, I get teary.
And that's what she likes about me.
That's what she likes about me. (x3)
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3. |
Third Grade Legs
03:21
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I got some third rate coke behind the grocery store. So come on.
I swear these buildings got eyes. What are they watching me for.
So now I'm popping the clutch and I'll give it some gas. So come on.
You'd swear we're preaching the word the way we're moving some mass.
I got a lead foot baby, and we're moving so fast.
But these third grade legs were never made to last.
This trip is getting kinda lame and now it's ass, gas or grass.
We need some time to ourselves. Let's shatter this hour glass.
I got a lead foot baby, and we're moving so fast.
But these third grade legs were never made to last.
Now I got mettle made of metal and elemental flesh.
And I'm chilled to the bones. My nerves are tangled like mesh.
And though I never liked the odds of making out without our bods,
I got something to admit. I've got third grade legs.
Well my wig is coming loose and I'm getting a rash. So come on.
And if you wanna sip some wine, it's gonna cost you some cash.
I've got a pock-marked fairy face and I've lost my name. So come on.
But now I can't make the show because I'm doing the same.
I got a lead foot baby, and we're moving so fast.
But these third grade legs were never made to last.
Now I got mettle made of metal and elemental flesh.
And I'm chilled to the bones. My nerves are tangled like mesh.
And though I never liked the odds of making out without our bods,
I got something to admit. I've got something to admit.
And though I never liked the odds of making out without our bods,
I got something to admit. I've got third grade legs.
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4. |
WINCH
04:17
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Do you ever have the dream where you think you're going to drown.
And you try to scream, but no sound comes out.
I have it frequently, and it seems to never end.
I wish you all could come and see the state that I am in.
Sometimes I think that I'm going to disappear.
Vanish into thin air and never come back home.
Sometimes I think that I'm going to disappear.
And they'll all say "when is Noah coming home?"
Then they all will worry. Say "where did he go?"
Then they all will hurry. Spread the word on the phone.
Call Mr. Dietr. He won't have a clue.
He'll say "I have no idea. I thought he was with you."
My whole life has been exactly like that dream.
No support. No hope. No self esteem.
They'll sure miss me when they notice that I'm gone.
What if they don't? What if they're HAPPY?
HA-PPY.
Sometimes I wish that I could disappear.
Vanish into thin air and never come back home.
Sometimes I wish I could leave this place.
Get on a train or something. Never come back home.
Sometimes I wish I could disappear.
And they'll all say "when is Noah coming home?"
My whole life has been exactly like a dream.
When IS Noah coming home?
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