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01. Hearts Frozen Solid, Thawed Once More By The Spring Of Rage, Despair And Hopelessness
02. Just Like Heaven [The Cure cover]
03. Mini Trucks Suck
04. My Michelle [Guns 'n' Roses cover]
05. Song 2 [Blur cover]
06. The Chicken Song
07. Transference
08. Ziggy Stardust [David Bowie cover]

Hearts Frozen Solid, Thawed Once More By The Spring Of Rage, Despair And Hopelessness

Whoa!
I will die screaming!
Whoa!
Scream my last breath in useless anguish.
Tear the sun from the sky.

Whoa!
I will die screaming.
Whoa!
Die screaming!

Just Like Heaven

Show me show me show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I`ll run away with you
I`ll run away with you
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
Why are you so far away? she said
Why won`t you ever know that I`m in love with you
That I`m in love with you

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You`re just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

Mini Trucks Suck

Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop fuck. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop... Cruising with my new whore. I'm out of beer and I need more. Marijuana has got me high. Can only be heard when I need pot. Look at me, I said you're a prick. Flip off me. You wanna suck dick? Stand right there, I'll fucking hit you. I'll take this. Hit you back, hit you back and slam right into a pole. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop fuck. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop... Like to cruise when I know I'm poor. I'm a regular at the liquor store. Max out the stereo, pump up the bass. I buy girl shit. Wanna drive in a race. Think I'd rather fuck a chump. Need my beer and a little joint. Friends are easy, don't know shit. Going down and suck, down and suck, down and suck... at least I'm getting laid. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop fuck. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop... Yeah, boy. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop fuck. Mini trucks suck. Cross the street in your mini truck. Mini trucks suck. Stupid piece of shit. Hip-hop... fuck.

My Michelle

Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy's not around
She used to love her heroin
But now she's underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your coke for free
Drivin' your friends crazy
With your life's insanity

Well, well, well you just can't tell
Well, well, well my Michelle

Sowin' all your wild oats
In another's luxuries
Yesterday was Tuesday
Maybe Thursday you can sleep
But school starts much too early And this hotel wasn't free
So party till your connection call
Baby I'll return the key

[Chorus:]

Well, well, well you just can't tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Well, well, well you never can tell
Well, well, well my Michelle

Everyone needs love
You know that it's true
Someday you'll find someone
That'll fall in love with you
But oh the time it takes
When you're all alone
Someday you'll find someone
That you can call your own
But till then ya better...

Now you're clean
And so discreet
I won't say a word
But most of all this song is true
Case you haven't heard
So c'mon and stop your whinin'
'Cause we both know money burns
Honey don't stop tryin;
An you'll get what you deserve

[Chorus]

Song 2

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasnt easy
But nothing is, no

When I feel heavy metal
And Im pins and Im needles
Well I lie and Im easy
All of the time but Im never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

I got my head done
When I was young
Its not my problem
Its not my problem

When I feel heavy metal
And Im pins and Im needles
Well I lie and Im easy
All of the time but Im never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

The Chicken Song

Chicken's good for the body
Chicken's good for the mind
Chicken's good for the funny bone
Chicken's easy on the eyes
Here we go

Yum-Yum chicken bone
Bock Bock Chicken
Yum-Yum chicken bone
Tell all your friends

Granola bar - nice and chewy
Granola bar - my best friend
Granola bar - how I love you
Granola bars don't beat the kids

Yum-Yum granola bar
Chew-Chew-Chewy
Yum-Yum granola bar
Tell all your friends

Chicken and granola bars make a nice meal
Especially when you're all alone
It's something to eat when your wife's in the shelter
Because she ran into the door
One Two Three

Yum-Yum granola bone
Bock Bock chewy
Yum-Yum granola bone
Tell all your friends

Yum-Yum-Yummy
Bock-Bock-Bocky
Slap-Slap-Slappy
Tell all your friends

Transference

No room for doubt
accusations one to ten,
You've got my number boy
you've got my number boy,
No wasting time
now, you've got me dialed,
I'm one hundred eleven
less than perfection

Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease)
sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease),
Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame)
sealed lips will not cease the calling

Pathetic eyes
complimenting what's inside,
I've got your number boy
I've got your number boy,
So appalled
as I watch you purge,
Now see if your fiction
reads salvation

Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease)
sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease),
Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame)
sealed lips will not cease the calling

No room for doubt
no pity is deserved,
You've got my number boy
you've got my number boy,
Coincidence
you've assessed correct,
I'm one hundred eleven
less than perfection

Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease)
sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease),
Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame)
sealed lips will not cease the calling

Ziggy Stardust

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,
The Spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'me to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands ?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band


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