1. |
Are You On My Team?
04:01
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Are you on my team?
It’s good to be owned.
Old, slow and lonely.
(It was good to be owned.)
It’s good to come home
My image has faded
Have I been traded to the wrong one
This year has been a long one
Can’t wait until this songs done
Oh my love
Are you on my team?
Your arms feel like home
Loyal
Faded
Have I been traded to the wrong one?
This year’s been a long one
I can’t wait til the songs done
Oh My love
Have I been faded
Have I been traded to the wrong one
This year’s been a long one
You had been the strong one
You always were the strong one
You have been the strong one
Are you on my team
Please stay on my team
Your arms still feel like home.
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2. |
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World music is the real criminal!
World music is the real criminal!
Let me slide into home.
French kicks. French chicks!
Lord knows I could use a vacation
From the pine tar congregation…
I want to runaway
French kicks. French chicks!
Strike first, struck hard, struck out
Struck gold when I struck your mouth…
When I struck your mouth to mine.
Let me slide into home
French lovers with bugs in your hair:
Sparkle-blue bones, fine wine reception
Blood on the dance floor!
Graveyard party!
Loosen the anchor!
Loosen your body!
Here was a ghost locked inside of my baseball bat
I could not let it out until my bat broke in half
Welcome home scum of the twilight!
Welcome home you chaos mothers!
Say goodnight my broken bat brothers,
Stars collide! My legs are butter!
Skeletons dance below when you lose your grip.
Secretary’s sing ‘yeah yeah yeah yeah!’
Secretary’s sing ‘oh no no no!’
Glammed-out, slow-pitch, glitter-bomb brunette!
World music is the real criminal!
Cool is for phonies.
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3. |
Are You Still Mined?
02:56
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The stronger you get,
the hotter your lover,
And the richer you get
The sweeter your bliss.
You are not like the othersssss.
You’re a swing and a missss.
I have bled for your Mothers..
How it tastes like her kiss, hun.
Terrible light shed on terrible love,
And you can’t slow this pitch-
I'm just warming up.
Hair full of snakes,
Breath full of mace,
Tell me to my face…
Are you still mined? Are you still mined?
I will burn all you pop-tarts
If you come round again
You’re a rodeo failure (ie blowjob)
So much bull in your spin
Terrible light shed on terrible love,
And you can’t slow this pitch-
I'm just warming up.
Hair full of snakes,
Breath full of mace,
Tell me to my face…
Are you still mined? Are you still mined?
You’re a cave of gold my love
You are a cave a gold
But I fear that you’ve been mined by someone else's soul…
Uh oh.
I have stood before thousands
Put my guts on the line
How I fight like a son-of-abitch
For that which is mine
So welcome home heartache
Please crawl back in my song
My love is my weakness
And my weakness is strong, hun.
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4. |
Signal The Runner
03:14
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Hold
Hold fast the feeling
Yeah, it’s comin’
Is that the feeling that you wanted
You can’t sleep cause your castle is haunted
How you twist inside and wonder
If someone good is comin'…
What if they’re not?
I want to tell them to reach me
I’ll open up if someone can teach me
Was the signal, that you were trying to send me, it was love?
Well, I didn’t get it dear.
I can not sleep
In these pill bottle years
Oh
I know you work so hard
To find that love
Is an abandoned backyard
As the snow fell
I was holding you, and your chewed up fingernails.
I watched some snow land on your eyelash-
You said “what if we fail?”
Not if we hold and stand here like idiots.
If we hold still, like snowmen-frozen idiots,
To find the signal, you were trying to send me,
It was love…
But I didn’t get it, dear.
Bah. bah. bah. bah.
Your long gaze
Your brown eyes
Your kind lips
The pine tar
In my heart
Its death grip
The moonlight-
My only supporter
You are love?
What am I hiding from?
Tell me dear.
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5. |
Hang On Me Darlin'
03:46
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I kept on playing
To keep you handsome
Keep the lights on
To keep you home
My love is a tight one
Loves the good ones
Loves to keep up
She’s so en vogue
When I’m losing
My veins are bruised and black like stone
I can’t blame her
The shame is so sharp
So my love goes out alone
Lock your arms around my ears
Hang on me darlin’
Can’t believe that you’re still here
Hang on me
Clawed our way through the ugly years
Hang on me darlin’
Why are the critics all I hear?
Hang on me.
When I step out love
It’s not because I’m shamed by you.
I'm just sick of lying when all your friends ask
When all your dumb friends ask ‘how’s he doin’?’
I could not read you
You loved to win more than you Loved.
I could not re-write you
I can not re-write
I can not read you, oh my God.
So we sit quiet
Our spoons are twisting
Our spoons are twisting inside our soup
I can not leave you
I can not leave you…
But it’s come up a time or two.
Lock your arms around my ears
Hang on me darlin’
Can’t believe that you’re still here
Hang on me
Clawed our way through the ugly years
Hang on me darlin’
Why are the critics all I hear?
Hang on me.
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I invited three girls out after the game
I wasn’t that surprised that no one came
No one loves the visiting team
So I sit and drink alone ‘til I get mean…
So fuck you Steve!
Fuck you cigarette machine!
And fuck you stupid glass!
How you get empty fast.
Is there someone out there for the visiting team?
Is there someone out there for the visiting team?
No No No.
Where did my fans go?
So what if I can’t hold my drink.
Look at how these drinks hold me.
And isn’t it my own fault?
If I’m stubborn then I’m lonely
Would you like to drive away with me?
Just grab your purse and drive away with me.
If the answer's no I’ll pretend you’re coming anyway.
The visiting team nevers gets to stay.
Oh God, I love you and I don’t know you!
Come on and drive with me.
I actually need you to drive.
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7. |
You Were My Pete Rose
03:16
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You take the pictures and dining room chairs.
You can keep the walls dear
And I’ll take the stairs
You were a great story
That somehow turned blue
You’d be a better story if you could’ve been true.
Oh my sweetness
You’re my sweetness.
Spent our years in hiding
Until found by our faults
It would take me just ten minutes to look
Like I never lived here, at all.
Oh my sweetness
You’re my sweetness.
You were my Pete Rose
Your good scandal stays
You were my Bill Buckner
The world rolls through your legs
Oh my sweetness
You’re my sweetness.
Come home sweetness. Come home to me.
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Every morning
I dream of you darling
Your hurricane spits through my head
You suck out the light
As I shiver in darkness
Like a rat with his last piece of bread
If my stats are low this year
Then I can’t blame you
For moving onto somebody sweet
It’s time to recognize I’m the kind who lingers
There’ ain’t nobody sweeter than me
Every morning
I dream of you darling
Your hurricane spits through my head
You suck out the light
As I shiver in darkness
Like a rat with his last piece of bread
We both fly the same
We need no co-pilot
Your love is burned in the back of my brain
We are both the sounds of a sudden riot
That the police could never contain
(mumbo jumbo mumbling)
Shut your eyes and run
If you run to me
I'm your big black sea
On a boozing streak
Shut your eyes when you run
You are so forever
And I'm so right now
Why not get together
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9. |
Make Me Want To Win
03:06
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Somehow my lungs got full of gin
And then I put some icing on your skin
It said ‘Come on love, you gotta make me want to Win.”
Make me want to win
Make me want to win
Don’t be a bitch
Only you can make me win
Don’t want a life spent on the bench
You knew my tongue was a bad wrench
That tightens the screws of all the dumb things I tried To fix
Glad that you finally came
Your lame kiss is like a rag full of rain
Love is a a pop song
You can want it but hate it the same
Make me want to win
Make me want to win
Don’t be a bitch
Only you can make me win
I had a bad case of the yips
It was cured by your generous hips
Now I need you
Like a 100 pound punch to the face
I was wired to waste my life
But I grew tired of the cynical side
Now I adore you
So much I’m gonna tear out your eyes.
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10. |
You Can't Quit My Love
03:34
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The finishing blows of love have come.
A fire inside.
Once burned bright
Will that old fuel ignite for us?
Tell me that you’re tired
Of living off of sparks
My arms are bonfires burning in the dark for you
You can’t quit my love
I built this for you
You can’t quit my love
I built this for you
You
Did I treat you
Like old lovers do?
Like a bad review?
If I hurt you, then woman only I can make you heal
There are many thieves, but few know how to steal Like you
You
You need the taste?
The blood, the claws, the fight?
The nights you faced
The nights…
You my dear, you still hold my favor
If love is work, then I can learn the labor.
I can’t sit still and watch you fade
You’re not the tickertape, you’re the whole parade
I can’t still and watch you fade away
To watch you fade away…
Watch you fade away…
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11. |
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Traditional
Take my heart
from my ribcage
Take my eyes from my skull
store them in a safe deposit box
All for you, one heart will unlock
Know that you are my one and only
You are moonlight insane
I had one, two, three shots at love
You and I, til’ the end of the game.
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