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Lit Cigarette
03:37
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I got a tank full of gas
My mind as blank as a tack
I killed the clock on the dash
Put Sonic Youth on the deck
My motor's shaking like fear
A fear that doesn't make sense
Street lights dancing like trees
Back and forth on my lap
The pretty sound of music
Is only making me sick
My heart's a big red balloon
My life's a lit cigarette
Got no time for demons
No time, no time, no time
Street lights dancing and healing
High beams preaching for dimes
It sure is funny how lightning
Can crack the night like grey sunshine
Now, building faith sure ain't easy
And losing it sure ain't hard
Everybody wants something they can wish on
And everybody wants to be that star
When I bear witness to my own personal apocalypse
My front row seat's gonna be my car
Streetlights dancing like trees
Back and forth on my lap
The pretty sound of music
Is only making me sick
My heart's a big red balloon
My life's a lit cigarette
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Back to New Orleans
03:32
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Well, I can hardly wait to get back to New Orleans
It's where I left my heart, still beating, last Halloween
Well, it's not like me to run, but you could shoot me like a gun
Cuz I can hardly wait to get back to New Orleans
Well, I found my voice, but I couldn't find the words
Finally had a choice, who'd have thought i'd lost my nerve
Well, it's not like me to cry, but I'm lower than the sky
And I can hardly wait to get back to New Orleans
Well, like a voodoo queen when you know that she's a faker
I'm a hurricane, a Bourbon Street masquerader
Well, it's not like me to tell, but I don't believe in hell
And I can hardly wait to get back to New Orleans
And all the murderers, you know they never get cancer
And all the answerers never have the right answers
Well, it's not like me to cry, but I'm lower than the sky
And I can hardly wait to get back to New Orleans
God don't like it, I know
God don't like it, you know
God don't like it, I know
It's a scandalous and a shame
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Crybaby
03:17
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Here I am, wounded like a child
With skinned knuckles, and I'm staring at my hands
With a broken heart, I'm a crybaby
Laughing in the dark
Well, I don't know what you are to me
But it feels easy so I don't care
Cuz you pulled my heart up out of my stomach
Now it's still beating, and it's beating faster
Cuz you pulled my soul, now I'm so full of wonder
And I'm laughing in the dark
Here I am, reaching out to you
And I'm so scared, and I'm so shaken
And I'm hoping that you stay, and I'm hoping that you say
You're the same way, same way
I don't know what you are to me
But it feels right and I'm full of wonder
And I just don't care what you are to me
Just please stay
Are you just like me?
Are you just like me?
A crybaby
A crybaby
Cry, cry, crybaby
Cry, cry, crybaby
Cry, cry, cry
Here I am
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I said mama
You've always given me good advice
But this time I won't listen
I'm gonna marry that girl
Hey now mama
You say that she's gonna treat me mean
But I don't need your blessing
I'm gonna marry that girl
Well it may be true that she keeps some bad company
And it may even be true that she's just using me
Now hey mama
Can't you see that I'm in love with her?
And there's nothing in this world that can stop me
I'm gonna marry that girl
Now, I could be wrong, it could be a trap
But I believe she loves me back
Now, mama, mama, mama
Try and understand
Said it may be true that she plays with guns and knives
It may even be true that she's always telling lies
Now hey mama
Don't be praying to God for me
Because God cannot help me
I'm gonna marry that girl
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The Problem
03:17
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Racism is not the problem
And ignorance is not the problem
And war, war, war is not the problem
It's always been easier to hate than to love
Always been easier to hate than to love
That's not the problem.
There's just too many not to blame
And there's a hard, hard fact that's buried in that truth.
There's a hard, hard fact
And that's silence kills.
The lack of a God is not the problem
Some say that too much God is the problem, but they're wrong, too
And that sneaky devil, he's never been a problem for me
It's always been easier to die than to live
Always been easier to die than to live
That's not the problem
There's just too many not to blame...
The hungry and hopeless -- they ain't it
And the welfare cheats, they're not the, they're not the, they're not the
Fat, rich and hateful
It's always been easier to take than to give
Always been easier to take than to give
That's not the problem
There's just too many not to blame...
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