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Butch Walker Album


I Liked It Better When You Had No Heart (02/23/2010)
02/23/2010
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Temporary Title
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Days/Months/Years
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Xmas in April (pre-order bonus track)
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Fixed Gears and Broken Hearts (iTunes bonus track)
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Trash Day in Beverly Hills
All the sad little mama's with their happy little pills
They flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools
While the Mexican nannies take the children to school

So much to be and nothing to do
How did it ever end up that way?

Trash day in Nashville, Tennessee
No one can smell this religion but me
I see it in hairstyles of young Christian men,
That drink, smoke, and fuck like the world's gonna end

Someday will come and we'll all just pretend
That it never really happened that way
Happen that way
Happen that way
Happen that way

I can tell a lot by the way that you walk
And I can hear the confessions in the way you talk
And it's all the actions that give yourself away

So I still don't talk, don't breathe
It'll all be over soon

Trash day in Atlanta, GA
I can hear the sanitary truck from 2 miles away
I've said everything that this town has to say
Won't you bring me your waste and let me throw them away

Maybe I was wrong to call your heart a spade
But I wish it didn't happen that way
Happen that way
Happen that way
Happen that way

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Do you remember when we met
Liquor drinks and cigarettes
All the boys were takin bets

My credit card so in debt
Bought drinks from you at the bar
Poured them out behind my car
So I could come back to where you are
And order one from you again
And Again
I'll be your open tab
You'll be my favorite

CHORUS:
You're such a Pretty Melody
I'm just another tattooed tragedy
Oh baby we don't have to be
Like the rest of them

What time can we get out of here
I got some words you need to hear
I really wanna make it clear
That I don't do this everywhere
How do I make this not sound cheap
I'd like to show you where I sleep
And keep you there a couple weeks
And make you come again
And again
I'll be your waste of time
You'll be my happy end

CHORUS:
You're such a Pretty Melody
I'm just another tattooed tragedy
Oh baby we don't have to be
Like the rest of them
It's anything but hard to see
I want all of you all over me
There's not a single part of me
That would ever let you...

You're such a Pretty Melody
I'm just another tattooed tragedy
Oh baby we don't have to be
Like the rest of them
It's anything but hard to see
I want all of you all over me
There's not a single part of me
That would ever let you go

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Her hair is like a crow's nest
She's got glitter in her eye
Her smile is like a jack-o-lantern
Trying not to cry
She's been living been living pretty hard
Since her old man up and died a year ago

And I see her every morning
While she's walking to the check
She holds her head like she's got something heavy
Hanging 'round her neck

Puts some money in her purse
And hides some where he won't expect before she goes

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

Well she stole more than a little
From her folks in Cartersville
With that wrong foot in that right boot
Left a lot of room to fill

With one foot on the platform
And a lot of time to kill
They shoulda' known

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

Well I haven't seen her lately
Guess I just assumed the worst
But I think I kinda miss her
Standing there with her lips pursed.

First thing in the morning
Leaning up against the church
Like it's your own

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

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Stripped Down Version

[No lyrics]

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Sunshine, you heal as much as you hurt
With regret in my veins and blood on my shirt
Sure must have had myself a personal best
It takes filling my lungs up with smoke
To get things off my chest

Now, I'm crossing the border
Wasted again
With a number
From a Canadian ten

Oh Mother, oh Mother
Why must you complain
I grew up alright
So don't be ashamed
My mouth has been cleaner
And I may have lost all my faith
Til I believe in myself
I can't give my conscience away

And you're home with the dishes
And I'm out with my friends
Placing bets
With a Canadian ten

And North of the border
A sin is a sin
When you pay
With a Canadian ten

I've searched for a reason to not search for you
I feel like there's no place I haven't been through
I told myself 'don't fall in love if you don't know their name'
But my eyes are straight wired to my heart
And bypass my brain

Sometimes I'm forgetful
So I'll start at the end
And call the number
On this Canadian ten

And call the number
On this Canadian ten

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Temporary Title

[No lyrics]

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She Likes Hair Bands
On satellite radio
But I was in one
So it's a little too close to home
She can dance like
She's done it for a living before
And I kinda dance like
I've been shot in the leg for sure

She's got all that she's got
But She don't got me

So Baby, lay down
Nobody is around
Watching as our bodies
Slowly sinking to the ground
Throw away your phone
and your inhibitions too
There's a hundred dirty things
That I want to say to you
Never let me come
And never let me go
I've got you where I want you
So I want to say it slow
This is good night as any to say
That you want me too
Woo-Hoo

She like Mary Jane
But she says she doesn't like the smell
And She's got a baby
And by the way she walks I can't tell
She's got a birthmark
On the inside of her thigh
Ask me how I know (Ha)
About the inside of her thigh

She knows the Japanese alphabet
But She don't know me
Yeah

So Baby, lay down
Nobody is around
Watching as our bodies
Slowly sinking to the ground
Throw away your phone
and your inhibitions too
There's a hundred dirty things
That I want to do to you
Never let me come
And never let me go
I've got you where I want you
So I want to say it slow
This is good night as any to say
That you want me too
Woo-Hoo

She got all that she wants
But she don't want me

So Baby, lay down
Nobody is around
Watching as our bodies
Slowly sinking to the ground
Throw away your phone
and your inhibitions too
There's a hundred dirty things
that I want to do to you
Never let me come
And never let me go
I've got you where I want you
So I want to say it slow
This is good night as any to say
That you want me too
Woo-Hoo

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This house of cards you've built
Has finally fallen down
Expect me to come scrape
Your ego off the ground

Cause everybody talks
Everybody talks
And I can tell
That you can tell
What will you do when all of them
Want you, want you, want you around

Your little costume party's almost over now
Alone to momma's house
Before the sun goes down

Cause everybody talks
Everybody talks
Nobody's got a heart
To tear you all apart
And you can tell
That I can tell
What will you do when all of them
Want you, want you, want you around

And you can tell
That I can tell
What will you do when none of them
Want you, want you, want you around

Your 15 minutes are about
To just run out
Any of us to take you seriously now?

Cause everybody talks
Everybody talks
Nobody's got a heart
To tear you all apart

This house of cards you've built
Has finally fallen down

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I got my boarding pass
A tank of gas
Then I'm never coming back
If I could only get out of the bed in this room

You've got the little one
Who's a lot of fun
But your old man, he's a drag
So baby kick him out, pick up the baby, and let's go

And baby, they don't know what we know
So turn the lights down, maybe they'll go
Into another place
Get your lips
Back on my face
And let's go

Look past the window fan, through the alley cans
I can see you changing clothes
It's my morning coffee movie every day

You stick your stomach out
In the mirror
You pat you that wish you had it back
I can't find a section of flesh that I would change

Baby, you don't know what I know
So turn the lights down, maybe they'll go
Into another place
I want your lips
Back on my face
And let's go

And with just a little luck
And a couple bucks
We can make a little home
Like the one I promised to buy when we first met

And if I ever lose where we came from
I want you to hang me upside down
Mama, that's just something we can never forget

And baby, they don't know what we know
So turn the lights out, I want to go
Back to that starting place
The first time your lipstick
Got on my face
And let's go

Baby, let's go
Baby, let's go
Baby, let's go

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Days/Months/Years

[No lyrics]

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Always know the road you're riding on
Always know the words to your baby's song
Try to make the most of Friday nights when they come

Maybe turn a stranger to a friend
Never break a heart that's on the mend
Never let the romance ever end like I've done

Never judge a color of a skin
Never judge a person by their kin
Never follow leaders that begin behind someone

Always help your mom across the street
Always wash your hands when you wanna eat
But always keep em dirty enough to see where you came from

And its OK to cry
If you feel it comin on
It'll let you know you're human in the end
All these things will mean more when I'm gone
Just be good until then

Try to see the best inside the bad
No matter how many drinks you had
Never make a promise you'll regret come sunrise

Try to rarely ever oversleep
Always keep your ego at your feet
Maybe try to practice what you preach once in a while

It's OK to cry
If you feel it comin on
It'll let you know you're human in the end
All these things will mean more when I'm gone
Just be good until then

Everybody loves a hero
Not so much when they fall short so
Try to keep your cape on underneath

You don't have to try so hard
To be the best. Just know you are
And that's all that'll matter to me

And its OK to cry
If you feel it comin on
It'll let you know you're human in the end
All these things will mean more when I'm gone
Just be good until then

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Xmas in April

[No lyrics]

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Fixed Gears and Broken Hearts

[No lyrics]

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