1. |
Overblown
03:09
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I've got no place to go
Unless you're counting the open road
I'm headed out on my own
To get behind being alone
I will call you on the telephone
When my money's all up and blown
On a pony that could not show
I pony up and come on home
Overblown, about these little things I'll never know
I guess you got so Overblown
So you know just where I go
Down on old skid row
Where they give me no status quo
You party til you hit the floor
I will call you on the telephone
When my money's all up and blown
On a pony that could not show
I pony up and come on home
Overblown, about these little things I'll never know
I guess you got so Overblown
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2. |
Cash Out
01:43
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I believe in business, I believe in greed
Leave this world with nothing so spend it while you breathe
I believe in emptiness and the emptiness in me
Zeros upon zeros, account activities
Cash it Out
I want to Cash it Out, Yeah!
Spend my every dollar, burn up all the trees
From the world, let's just take, everything we need
All our pretty places, all our pretty things
Make up for the heartache of our lies and evil schemes
Cash It Out
I want to Cash it Out, Yeah!
Pack it up, bill it out, delivery guaranteed
Bottom out my bottom line, inflated can be
Fear not overfilling when you're filling up for me
Life I guess is nothing because nothing is for free
Cash it Out
I want to Cash it Out
I have no doubt
It's what life is all about, Yeah!
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3. |
Mr. Overrated
03:36
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Momma said Johnny I ain't raise no fool
Sent Johnny up, and off to school
Found some traps that he fell right through
I guess Johnny wasn't so bulletproof
He's Mr. Overrated
Don't you want a Mr. Overrated?
Momma said Johnny everything's alright
As long as you stackin them big highlights
A lot can happen in the pale moonlight
Johnny went out and had the game of his life
He's Mr. Overrated
Don't you want a Mr. Overrated?
Keep an eye out for when Johnny come 'round
A whole lot of trouble for such a small town
I guess there was nothing nobody could do
Johnny wasn't so bulletproof
He's Mr. Overrated
Don't you want a Mr. Overrated?
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4. |
Newpers
02:18
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Spending our days, riding waves
Ride 'em so hard getting tossed side ways
Bleaching our hair on warm sun rays
Chillin' to the max just wasting away
They assume we got nothing to say
All smoked out filling up ash trays
Don't wanna ride here anymore
Guess we're going soft baby, going softcore!
So they send me to a Scientologist
They show me this analysis
They say I'm prone to these addiction fits
But I don't wanna feel, never wanna feel, I don't wanna feel like this
Dad says get a job that actually pays
I don't give a shit about no 401k
Who's got the buco dallores today?
We're all broke in Cali-forn-i-a
Maxed out hard on big cliche's
Living off of Guac and Frito Lay
Don't wanna ride here anymore
Guess we're going soft baby, going softcore!
So they send me to a Scientologist
They show me this analysis
They say I'm prone to these addiction fits
But I don't wanna feel, never wanna feel, I don't wanna feel like this
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5. |
Gun It
02:41
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If you knew my story, 'cuz you wrote it for me, would it always end in a spree, because you pull the trigger with me? And if I found it boring, always seeking glory, just to die in infamy, because you pull the trigger with me?
You gotta gun it, hey you gotta gun it, yeah you gotta gun it so why don't you gun it at me?
Soon my sights are setting, then you'll be regretting, a burn into your memory, because you pulled the trigger with me. And as the chamber's spinning, I'll be losing feeling, in all of my extremities, because you pulled the trigger with me.
You gotta gun it, hey you gotta gun it, yeah you gotta gun it so why don't you gun it at me?
And if I couldn't quit it, would you dare admit it, that I couldn't ever believe, you wouldn't pull the trigger with me? And if you ever see me, shooting up the scenery, remember I'm a casualty. Remember me casually.
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6. |
Jackie Oh
04:05
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Bloodied up in '63
Treachery in the Texas streets
She flew in with the cavalry, all dolled up in pageantry
It conjures up a twisted scene
Camelot's blown into smithereens
As we gather on the crowded streets, oh what a sight to see
Well don't aim high, don't aim low
Don't get high, you won't get low
So don't hang on, or let go
And don't aim high, and miss Jackie Oh
Bloodied up in '63
Something's coming from the shrubbery
As she's calling from the backseat, "Hey someone come for me!"
Old man Zapruder, inquisitive eye
Could only shout as they drove by
Well how much will they pay to see, all this bloody tragedy?
Well don't aim high, don't aim low
Don't get high, you won't get low
So don't hang on, or let go
And don't aim high, and miss Jackie Oh
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7. |
The Remains
02:51
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These remains that we're leaving behind
Will they last the test of time?
Moving out on moving days
Has it become commonplace?
Looking will you ever find
All the love that once was mine?
Changing in mysterious ways
Till our bones incinerate
Hard to be brave when you got a foot in the grave
Hard to relate to things that we buried away
Hard to be brave when you got a foot in the grave
Well pack it up and leave it behind
Treasures for our loved ones to find
Will they ever serve to define
Just how we lived and spent our time?
The who the where the what and why
All the things you've had in life
Hard to be brave when you got a foot in the grave
Hard to relate to things that we buried away
Hard to be brave when you got a foot in the grave
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