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Hey Girlfriend
I got a proposition goes something like this:
Dara ya to do what you want
Dare ya to be who you will
Dare ya to cry right outloud
"You get so emotional baby"
Double dare ya, double dare ya, double dare ya
Girl fucking friend yeah
double dare ya
Double dare ya
double dare ya
Girl
Don't you talk out of line
Don't go speaking out of your turn
Gotta listen to what the Man Says
Time to make his stomach burn
Burn, burn, burn,burn, burn, burn
Double dare ya, double dare ya, double dare ya
Girl fuckin friend yeah
Double dare ya
Double dare ya
Double dare ya
Girl
You're a big girl now
You've got no reason not to fight
You've got to know what they are
For you can stand up for your rights
Rights? Rights?
You DO have Rights
Double dare ya, double dare ya
Double dare triple fuckin dare ya girlfriend
Double dare ya , double dare ya, double dare ya
Girl
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Betty's got the back of her dress all ripped out
Mama's got her face muffled
Twist and shout
Your a liar
Liar liar you got your pants on fire
You profit from the lie
You prophet from the lie
You proftit from the rape lie baby
Eat meat
Hate blacks
Beat your fuckin wife
It's all the same thing
Deny, you live your life in denial
Stand my whole life on trial baby
Deny deny deny deny
All we are saying is give peace a chance
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This is a song about the seedy underbelly of the carnival
The part that only the kids know about
This is a song about 16-year-old girls giving carnies head
For free rides and hits of pot
I wanna go
I wanna go!
I wanna go!
I wanna go to the carnival
But I know that it costs 16 dollars now
I wanna go to the carnival
But I know that it costs 16 dollars now
Round, round, round...
I'll win that Motely Crue mirror
If it fuckin' kills me!
Gonna lose 20 dollars while there
See the girls with the feathered hair
Wearing plastic, not real leather
Boots that go up to there, yeah
Round, round, round...
Its' by the Lacey Mall
That's where you'll find mem, yeah
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Sister sitster where did we go wrong?
Tell me what the fuck we're doing here
Why are all the boys acting strange?
We've got to show them we're worse than queer
SUCK MY LEFT ONE
SUCK MY LEFT ONE
Daddy comes into her room at night
He's got more than talking on his mind
My sister pulls the covers down
She reaches over, flicks on the lights
She says to him
SUCK MY LEFT ONE
SUCK MY LEFT ONE
Mama says:
You have got to be polite girl
You have got to be polite
Show a little respect for your father
Wait until your father gets home
Fine fine fine fine fine fine fine fine
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All the doves that fly past my eyes,
Have a stickiness to their wings
In the doorway of my demise I stand
Encased in the whisper you taught me
How does it feel?
It feels blind
How does it feel?
Well, it feels fucking blind
What have you taught me? Nothing
Look at what you have taught me
You're world has taught me nothing
If you were blind and there was no braille
There are no boundaries on what I can feel
If you could see but we're always taught
What you saw wasn't fucking real yeah
How does that feel?
It feels blind
How does that feel?
Well it feels fucking blind
What have you taught me? Nothing
Look at what you've taught me
You're world has taught me nothing
As a woman I was taught to always be hungry
Women are well acquainted with thirst
Well, I could eat just about anything
We'd even eat your hate up like love
I eat your hate like love (x7)
I'd eat your fucking face all the time
How does that feel?
It feels blind
How does that feel?
Well it feels fucking blind
What have you taught me? Nothing
Look at what you've taught me
You're world has taught me nothing
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If Sonic Youth thinks you're cool
Does that mean everything to you?
If you think Sonic Youth is cool and you
Think that they think that
You're not that cool
Does that mean everything to you?
Thurston hearts The Who
How about you?
Thurston hearts The Who
Do you heart The Who too?
Thurston hearts The Who
How about you?
Thurston hearts The Who
Do you heart The Who too?
It's 5am and we stayed out all night
We've got nothing to do
Except talk about you
Thurston hearts The Who
Do you heart The Who too?
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Lay me spread eagle out on your hill, yeah
Then write a book about how I wanted to die
It's hard to talk with your dick in my mouth
I will try to scream in pain a little nicer next time
White boy.......Don't laugh......
......Don't cry......Just die!
I'm so sorry if I'm alienating some of you
Your fucking culture alienates me
I can not scream in pain from down here on my knees
I'm so sorry that I think
White boy.......Don't laugh......
......Don't cry.......Just die!
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this is not a test
this is not a test
this is not a test
this is not a test
when it gets right down to the heart of the matter
when it gets right down to the bottom of it all
when it gets right down to the heart of the matter
when it gets right down to the bottom of it all
your dumb and i'm not
i'm fat i can't sleep
there is something following me
i'm fat i can't cum cum
your so blind you don't wanna see
your fucked and i'm not
you don't make the rules yeah
i know what i'm gonna do
me and my girlfriends gonna push on through
we are gonna stomp on you yeah
your dumb i'm not
your fucked i'm not
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Don't need you to say we're cute
Don't need you to say we're alright
Don't need your atti-fukin-tude boy
Don't need your kiss goodnight
We don't need you, We don't need you
Us girls don't need you
Don't need you to tell us we're good
Don't need you to say we suck
Don't need your protection
Don't need your dick to fuck
We don't need you, we don't need you
Us whores don't need you
Does it scare you that we don't need you?
Does is scare you boy, that we don't need you?
We don't need you, we don't need you
Us girls don't need you
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I can sell my body if I wanna
God knows you've already sold your mind
I may sell my body for money sometimes
But you can't stop
That fire that burns inside of me
You think that I don't know
I'm here to tell you I do
You think that I don't know
I know the truth about you
Jigsaw Jigsaw Youth
We go with the kids
Yeah yeah yeah
Jigsaw Jigsaw Youth
We know there's not one way
One light
One stupid truth
Don't fit your definitions
Don't meet your demands
Not into win/lose reality
Won't fit in with your plan
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Your world not mine
Your world not ours
Your world not mine
Your world not ours
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
There's more than two ways of thinking
There's more than three ways of being
There's more than four ways of knowing
There's more than one way of going somewhere
Silence inside of me, silence inside
Silence inside of me, silence inside
Silence inside of me, silence inside
Silence inside of me, silence inside
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
I will resist this psychic death
I will resist this psychic death
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That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest dyke in town
That girl she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl, you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolutions
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution!
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl, you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she's a slut but I know
She is my best friend yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl, you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister, always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Really, rebel girl
I really like you, I really wanna be
Your best friend, be my rebel girl
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It's about being in love
It's about being in hate
It's about not wanting to miss you
It's about wanting you dead
Push the walls open
I wanna see my memories bleed
No I don't remember you ever loving me
I think that was your fucking fantasy
I think you want everything
Push the walls open
I wanna see my memory bleed
No I don't remember you ever loving me
I remember the back of your head
Leaving
And now I am quite sure you want
Everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything
Outta me
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