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Motor City
03:08
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I keep walking with my head down baby you were my flame, my little less than lover. I keep walking with my head down baby you were my flame caught up in each other. And I want you in the tightest thing that I bring home. Lace and leather. You got me going like a motor race my heart. I wanna see you like I never seen you before. I wanna meet you all alone at your front door. “I’ll let you in if you don’t mind I’ve nothing on” I’m good to go I’m finally home. I seen the back of her car. She’s dancing up on the bar. We’ve got more than the weekend. Sex drugs love and our best friends. And lights so bright I can feel em warm my heart. I wanna be the way that your lips be. Outta control: the way you move makes me. Take my time, I’m good to go I’m finally home. I can’t wait till we make it baby this time more now than ever. I can’t take another second make it feel good, real good just like you always do.
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American Cherry Bomb
02:55
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I can’t understand the way she turns and looks at me my world becomes a million little pieces on the street. She came into the summer pretty in July. I never wanna lose that late night lullaby. She owns the ground she walks on, gold beneath her feet. She’s wild like the fire that burns inside of me. One glance could start a riot like most have never seen. I never wanna lie without her next to me. Yeah alright she’s always freakin' me out she’s got a thing for me that I can’t figure out. Yeah alright she’s got me right in her palm she’s my American Cherry Bomb. I won't say another word no I won't say a word. I can’t understand the way I never wanna learn we’re cannonballs and sunburns you never wait your turn. You’re blowing up the right way, you coruscate to me. I‘m never not surprised, you know I‘ll always be. It’s déjà vu and tattoos all up on your skin I’ll never meet another one quite like you again. I want you all over me like we’re lonely. I wanna stay young and wild and free. I promise I’ll always be like the first time. Guaranteed, gonna be, gotta be, let it be alright.
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Paper Cuts
02:59
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You're a california wildfire; a disease for the sick. You're putting holes in your hands just to say that you've sinned. You breathe fire like a smoking gun but you dress up the wounds just to prove you're still the pretty one. The afterlife is painted pale like your skin. You're drilling holes in your teeth for the crowns to wear on your head. You're a paper cut a little too deep; you're the (xxx) that nobody keeps. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I'M ON MY OWN; I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I'M MY OWN MAN NOW; I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE. I DON'T NEED ANYBODY. You're the cyanide; another head in the oven. You swallow pills for the thrill but you can't swallow your pride. You talk dirty in your movie scenes like you talk to yourself in your sleep; but you're just a wet dream. You hollow out your bones to say you can fly. You're putting holes in your head so the world can see through your eyes. You're a paper cut a little too deep; you're the (xxx) that nobody keeps. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I'M ON MY OWN; I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I'M MY OWN MAN NOW; I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE. I DON'T NEED ANYBODY. Cut yourself up for the fix; you're a catalyst for this masochistic pyschosis. You're a guillotine swinging above our necks; you're the nicotine; you're the kerosene. HEY. YEAH. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY. JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE AND I'LL LIVE MINE. HEY. YEAH. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I'M ON MY OWN.
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The Monsters
02:53
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Can you meet on the beach? No clothes, just the water so sweet. Love, you feel the sunshine now? Yeah. Then you became the west coast I reached for miles and landed just so close. I’ll make it back somehow. Yeah. Whoa oh I wanna know you’re sleeping alone you are the nightmare in my bed. You are the monsters in my head until I let you out. I spent my mornings watching reruns on the TV. I killed a movie every minute while you dodged me. I mixed the cigarettes with sleeplessness and laundry. You gotta wear it right. You gotta. It’s 4 am so I’m alone for all your phone calls you slur your words and every syllables a tad stalled. I had that dream where I was introduced to new flames I hit the floor like you wouldn’t believe. I won’t let this die we’ll make it out alive you say that love is just a war well you’re wrong. And you, you are the nightmare love. And you're the monsters in my head. I'll let you out.
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Arson In The Suburbs
02:37
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Every night I'm gonna light another fire; burning down every city full of liars. I sold the flow to the pimps and the buyers; I told you all that I'm bomb, cut the wires. So fresh, so fly, so insane. Get buck, get fucked; let's rage. I get low like a casket; I'm still high when I'm crashing; I still stack 'em up for the masses. WOOHOO, IF I HAD ONE CHANCE I'D TAKE IT. WOOHOO, HOLD MY BREATH FOR A MINUTE; IT'S COMPLICATED. I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING, YEAH. Live like we don't give a fuck. Ha, you know. Another night, another stage and a microphone; I've got bones made of iron and veins full of acetone. I turn everything I touch to gold; it's arson in the suburbs, do what you're told. So right, so wrong, so dangerous. Made back in the 80's; can't touch this. Start a riot in the city tonight, find me young and desperate, under the street lights. They call me a mechanic tyranicalsaurus rex, robotic and fresh, spitting acid til I'm melting the flesh. I break beats cause I'm canabalistic, not another statistic. And we'll do it one time incase you missed it.
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Car Crash World
02:50
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I know we're in deep but your sex: fucking cheap. I'm better off with the magazines oh yeah. I think it's time that you know you're packing your shit. It's time to get up and go don't let the door hit your ass baby on the way out. Do you feel like I do? I need a lover who's down with the freaky shit. Yeah, love is for the weekend. I need a real woman. I know we're in deep but your shit's fucking weak. I'm better off with my fantasies oh yeah. I'll watch the one's on my screen least they get made up. You let yourself go and I don't think the pills help now your ass baby's on the way out.
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Kings
03:00
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I spent my weekend on the ground, yours on your back. And I felt never once the same. There was a turning point for me, serendipity. And love was never one to blame. No, I watched us to and fro unaware that we were already there and she said, “have you won me yet?” I said, “maybe for awhile”. And then we’ll go. There was a moment I recall, shook and mixed with fall. I traced the lines upon your palms. I let you in a part of me, kissed and drinks were free. Remember sitting on the lawn? No, I watched us letting go unaware that we were already there. And we’ll leave it all behind. There were summer wars till I saw your breath as it got cold. We were covered in the coats we used as sheets. I wanna run you and me against it all I fought till the chill of fall. No, I wanna run you and me against it all I'll wait. Are we ready yet?
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Pretty Little Liar
03:31
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So sit back you know you wanna listen too. You're not one for having fun when we play ourselves on stages only two by two. You believed you were something when everybody would knock you down. You refrained from conceding till all you saw were the stars around. No, you won't stand for this cause the ceiling don't exist tonight. So break the glass and feel this shit for real I promise not a moment you won't steal. So sit back you're finally gonna follow through. You'll fall short but make it up in big ways. Kick start the fall out that will soon ensue. I'm ready to believe we can get up if everybody would knock us down. When routinely repeated you'll light the room with the brightest sound. Cause we need this and we follow similar dramatic paths freely. Should the worst be setting in we'll keep on singing.
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Dirty Work
02:47
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Bitter pill too hard for you to swallow: I was the best there ever was. Now I never beg but always seem to borrow. Never the less, it's good to me. I wanna say forever but seems to me I have a hard time sticking around and then I'm gone already with long strides yeah, you'll never find me kickin around this same old town. We'll see you when we see you. If it's not right, you don't need too. The feelin's mutual and insincere. We're not sticking around. Bitter pill too hard for you to swallow: you never left you said would. And you never called. You always said tomorrow. The fire's out it's plain to me. I wanna stay forever but seems to me I have a hard time sticking around. Just keep a firm hand steady and hold your ground you got a heart that's ready to burst out of this town. If I told you that I missed you would the phone call be a wish too remain as innocent and insincere as when you first came around?
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Machine Gun Summer
02:52
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Let's shoot that gold coast cure in our veins; another anthem for the backseat lovers to sing. We've been living in a car crash world; we're spinning out of control. A newly consummated union for the cast iron hearts; yeah, we're going to make bank off of you. I'm a guaranteed fallacy. I'm an american skeleton; born dark, vicious, and free. HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY; THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE. WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR OVER THE VANITY OF OUR SINS. Corporate perversions in my head. Castrate yourself before they do; another catastrophic emasculation of all this conglomerate bullshit. This popular science is your brand new carcinogen; pray you'll be forgiven. Selling brain surgery in take home kits; kid, don't botch the home-job like I did. HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY; THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE. WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR FOR THE VANITY AND THE WHORES. HEY! HEY! FAITH VERSUS CHEMISTRY. THE TASTE OF CHEAP LIQUOR AND PORNOGRAPHY. WE'VE BECOME THE GENOCIDE FOR THE COCAINE AND FLASHING LIGHTS. Dig yourself a grave, baby, deep enough to let the soil crush your lungs. I'm a flatlined lover; with a past full of scars and hysterectomies. I won't take part in the mutiny; this crucifixion.
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The Rocket Boys
02:53
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I've got my new haircut and my cigarettes; don't want no strings attached; I'm not your marionette. If only I had the strength to be celibate, I'd let the medicine take my head. Call for the nurse, I've been shaking for days; my life is an instrument of fate; the ensemble isn't fully arranged but the overture paints the blue on my veins. I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING; I'M A ROGUE, I'M A THIEF, I'M ALRIGHT ON MY OWN. I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING BUT ATLEAST I CAN SAY I FUCKED THE PROM QUEEN. I'm a masochistic self-preservationist. You won't break these bones the way you ate my soul. I'm a long-shot statistic. Yeah, another pessimistic reality for you and your sick, phalic fantasies. God damn it, am I insane? Another generation of melted brains procreating in a fucked up world; medicated, we'll suffocate together. It's never safe to stay here for long. I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING; I'M A ROGUE, I'M A THIEF, I'M ALRIGHT ON MY OWN. I'M NOT THE KING OF ANYTHING BUT ATLEAST I CAN SAY I FUCKED THE PROM QUEEN. I don't want to be the tragedy if I could be invincible.
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