1. |
Would I Lie to You?
03:00
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I’ve always been good to you
I’ve always been a shoulder for you to cry on
I've always been true to you
A truth a little bolder than you could swallow
You gotta believe me
You don’t think I’d do it again
you gotta believe me
What do I got to gain
You gotta believe me
And what do you have to lose?
You gotta believe me
Why oh why would I lie to you
I’ve been telling tall tales from outta school
Since before you were born and before it was cool
I turned a corner now I been reformed
I’m telling the truth just as I always swore
Chorus
Sure we got our history
A legacy of lies
I said what I had to say
To get you on my side
Is it a crime to love so deeply that reality distorts
Is it a crime for me to perjure myself here before the courts
Cuz I’ve got a compulsion
And I’ve got a disease
An appetite for living far above my humble means
You might live a holy life chained to your ugly earth
But some of us have dreams to fly above our worldly worth
So trust me baby that I see
A truth more high than honesty
Chorus
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2. |
An Honorable Man
02:24
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I never had to try too hard to be a poser
It came naturally
Never wanted to be anyone but a soldier
but it wasn’t meant for me
Now I’m starting over
Again
Gonna open the classifieds
And then I’m gonna show them
My friends
That I can make a sacrifice
I get dressed for success
I suck less than the rest
Then I pass my blood test
And now I am an honorable man
My manager tells me that I gotta relax
That I’m scaring off the customers
but I’ll tell my kids of all my heroic acts
in a career so illustrious
Cause you and I both know there’s a thin thin line
Between here and chaos
And I’ll hold it down til the day I die
I’ll go down with this yogurt shop
So now I’m starting over
Again
Gonna open the classifieds
And then I’m gonna show them
My friends
That I can make a sacrifice
Chorus
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3. |
An Inauspicious Sign
03:40
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I was born
under an inauspicious sign
But as I grew I grew up
Into my cold suspicious eyes
And I know I know
That I can’t control what I can’t control
But I know I know I know
That I can control that I’m the asshole
Some love struck dumb fuck
Hit me with a dump truck
Outside my apartment on a New Year’s Eve
Some world class jazz cats
A who’s who of who’s thats
Shittin on my album on the BBC
All the loves of my life
Are getting practiced with a knife
Said they’re waiting for me out in the street
And I don’t mind
No I don’t mind
I can make my own luck
I won’t pass the old buck
I am the master of my destiny
And rest of the
People on the street
All you people are sheep
All you people can’t sit in the captains seat
So come with me
And I’ll show you the lifestyles of a superman
Chorus
Nobody’s gonna make a fool out of me
Chorus
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The earth ain’t a spinning ball
It’s a tumbling dice
You and me we live on 4
The evil ones they live on 5
I got the clearance and I’m letting loose
I’m gonna tell you some alarming truths
Open your mind cuz your
baby brain might fight it
There’s some bad, bad dudes out there
There’s some bad attitudes out there
There’s some bad, bad dudes
And they wanna bum us out
But It ain’t what it seems it ain’t what it looks like
I’m on the scene, with a pistol and a flashlight
Standing proud against the gathering clouds
In my vision and my mind keeps on turning around
What kind of god
would create the world that I’ve read about
What kind of dummy can find something to wrap their head around
you might think it’s crazy but
They killed the Kennedys in 1963
They didn’t mean it they were aiming right at me
But I ducked and everybody agreed
Just to let it be
They faked the moon landing in 1969
They almost made it but they had to buy some time
To prepare a little gift for every girl a little gift for every boy
There’s some bad, bad dudes out there
There’s some bad attitudes out there
There’s some bad, bad dudes
And they wanna bum us out
Chorus
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5. |
Hired Gun
03:29
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I was voted
Most likely to
Cut my enemies cleanly in two
I devoted
All my life to do
Heinous things for a dollar or two
Everybody is a hired gun these days
It’s a crowded field in a competitive landscape
And I’ve been selling out since the day your grandma bought it
I’ve been sellin your
Idea before you thought it
I’m on the market got no bottom line
I’m such a steal that I’m a violent crime
I’m on the market and I’m goin for cheap
Everything must go except the secrets I keep
I got loaded
Tied a couple off
Went out looking for my latest score
I decoded
A secret message written
In visible ink in the bathroom stall
I transported
transcontinentally
My equipment to the Capitol
But I sorted
Out a little deal
Last second with the senator
Cuz everybody is a hired gun these days
It’s a crowded field in a competitive landscape
And I’ve been selling out since the day your grandma bought it
I’ve been sellin your
Idea before you thought it
Chorus
Cuz everybody is a hired gun these days
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Oh the ladies love me
That’s what my mama said
So are you calling her a liar
Or will you come home with me instead
I can buy you a drink (I’ll buy you any drink)
I can buy you a house (I’ll buy you any house)
I can buy you anything
Just to get a look under your blouse
You’d better love me or give me my money back
This ain’t a head game baby this is a heart attack
We had an oral contract
You’re breaking federal law
You can’t just leave me here
come back where you belong oh
Maybe the time isn’t right
But you can see my schedule is wide open
Maybe I’m just not your type
But there’s no bigger fish here in the whole wide ocean
I’m tryin harder than I should
Can’t I just administer a love potion
Maybe I’m not lookin good
No need to kiss me with your eyes open
I never saw it coming
Didn’t think you’d easily distract
You were hot and he was cool but sometimes
Opposites attract
You’re seeking outside counsel
On the long distance line
Take back that SOS
let’s save ourselves some time
You’d better love me or give me my money back
This ain’t a head game baby this is a heart attack
We had an oral contract
You’re breaking federal law
You can’t just leave me here
come back where you belong oh
Chorus
You’d better love me or give me my money back
This ain’t a head game baby this is a heart attack
We had an oral contract
You’re breaking federal law
You can’t just leave me here
come back where you belong oh
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7. |
Optimist
02:48
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I am a little man
Livin in a great big world
Too much to think about
Everything that I have heard
So what’s a boy to do
What do you want from me
I’m just a little bitch and
Waking up is hard for me
Darkness starts to gather on the outskirts of my town
You won’t see me wallowing and you can’t get me down
Your poor poor baby boy has looked into the void
And your poor poor baby boy had no idea what he’s in for
Everything is great - just as it’s always been
Everything’s ok they’re just playing make believe
God has a plan and we’re ahead of schedule
Don’t fight the future don’t fight the eventual
Reset your mind it’s all about the mindset
Don’t sweat the game don’t matter if it’s over yet
They can’t win unless you give it up
So let em beat you til you can’t get up
So what’s a boy to do
What do you want from me
I’m just a little bitch and
Everything is hard for me
Darkness starts to gather on the outskirts of my town
You won’t see me wallowing and you can’t get me down
Your poor poor baby boy has been summoned to the war
And your poor poor baby boy has no idea what he’s in for
Chorus
Darkness starts to gather on the outskirts of my town
You won’t see me wallowing and you can’t get me down
Your poor poor baby boy has looked into the void
And your poor poor baby boy had no idea what he’s in for
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8. |
Wannabe
02:45
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I found purchase in a land devoid of purpose
I built my nest on an ice drift floating in the sea
When I’m out wandering I don’t need no direction
I take the low road it make no difference to me
Teacher says I’m headed for the big house or the big top
Says I’ll trade my soul for any hottie in a crop top
You’re in the gymnasium just checkin out the hot shots
I’ll be in the book depository taking pot shots
I don’t wanna be
Who i coulda been
I don’t wanna see
A better lookin me
I won’t let it out
The power that’s inside of me
Cuz I do not believe
In what coulda been
I got a bird right here in my hand so
You can have the whole bush
I got some pinto beans in a can so
You can put down the cookbook
All this potential talk has done a number on you
I can tell and I can prove it
I can tell cuz you got something to prove
And you’re not buying it
Teacher says I’m headed for the big house or the big top
Says I’ll trade my soul for any hottie in a crop top
You’re in the gymnasium just checkin out the hot shots
I’ll be in the book depository taking pot shots
Chorus
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9. |
I'm Dead
04:39
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Back from beyond the grave I have come
Far above this lowly plane
The elevator hit a snag on the rope
But I made it down ok
Well they put a price on my head
It was way outside my range
I’m on a mission and I’m out for revenge
Or whatever comes my way
But I miss tv
And I miss the friendly newscasters talking to me
And I miss cold ones
Sipping margaritas while I’m laying in the sun
But I’m dead
I am long gone
Yes I’m dead
This is my swan song
and I won’t be coming around no more
No I won’t be coming around no more
I got a raw deal, and they got a great deal
Of cash money
Jesus sent me heaving said get even or
Get out of my place
But I miss tv
And I miss tv advertisers talking to me
And I miss cold ones
Sipping margaritas while I’m laying in the sun
I’m dead
Happens once in a lifetime
Yes I’m dead
I’m the end of a bloodline
And I won’t be coming around no more
No I won’t be coming around no more
I’ve searched for hours now they’re here within my reach
They’re in my scopes now thank the lord they can’t see me
I rattle my chains ask do you remember who I am
It’s time to strike and they are putty in my hands
but I never been the type to hold a grudge
I see your anger raise you openness and love
So let’s get a cold one
Take this margarita and let’s chill out in the sun
Cuz I’m dead
I am Long gone
Yes I’m dead
I sang my swan song
and I won’t be coming around no more
No I won’t be coming around no more
Put me in a suit
Drag me to the ceremony
Round up all my loot
And drop me in the hole
I’m dead
I am Long gone
Yes I’m dead
This is my swan song
and I won’t be coming around no more
No I can't be coming around no more
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10. |
Big Dumb Idiot
03:02
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Big dumb idiot
I gotta head full of rocks and dirt and a birds nest
Flying out my ear flying in my other ear
Lay another egg and the cycle repeats again
I got a lotta ideas
Big dumb ideas
In fact I’m a big dumb idiot
Big dumb idiot big dumb idiot
You think I’m smart cuz I’m so literate
Big dumb idiot dumb dumb really dumb
I’m secretary of the idiots club
Big dumb dumb idiot big dumb idiot
You’d never know from how I carry it
Big dumb idiot dumb dumb really dumb
They’re gonna find me face down in the bath tub
Living in a dumb world
Dumb house dumb car dumb dog
And my girlfriend she is dumb too
Dumb dumb da boo di dumb da boo di
If I were smart I would die
Chorus
I got a lot of good opinions for you
I got a lot of cool opinions for you
I’m gonna show another vision of the world to you
So sit your ass and listen I want a standing ovation
Chorus
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