Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Fastball




Music World  →  Lyrics  →  F  →  Fastball  →  Albums  →  Make Your Mama Proud

Fastball Album


Make Your Mama Proud (04/06/1996)
04/06/1996
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
. . .



Turned 'round 6 o'clock and I'm feeling sleepy
I don't have to work on Saturday
But I do anyway
'Round the corner right on up to the shop
I come creeping, but it don't matter anyway

Chorus:
'Cause I know it's just a spell
And even so I feel like hell
You can say that it's alright
But I am wrapped up tight
And I can see the forest through the trees
I am on my knees
I don't know if I am supposed to stay
Or I'm supposed to leave it all behind
The door the world outside still spins
Waiting there behind the door but I won't let it in
Not today, not tomorrow, not next week
You're just gonna have to pay five bucks to see the geek

Chorus

Please pay your attention right above the center ring
Up in the rafters, 500 feet above the crowd
My hair is soaked in kerosene
My clothes are wet with gasoline
You only get to see this once
The human torch is going down
Going down, going down, going down

. . .



She, she belongs to me
But she doesn't know it
She comes walking down the street
She don't notice me

Chorus:
And she comes round
She know how to turn me inside out
Inside out, upside down
She's got the bomb

I'm twisted metal tongue
When I get around you
I stutter incomplete
I can't keep a beat

Chorus

She comes round my door
She gets me everytime
She doesn't even notice me
When she goes walking by

Repeat First Verse

Chorus

Repeat Chorus

. . .



I can still recall a time you were not so far behind
You were only 15 and you still had piece of mind
Now you're pushing 31, duty call you come and run
When will this be over? When, when will you be gone?

Chorus 1:
I'll be your man child to be tough
Once is never quite enough
Giving twenty minutes in between
If you know what I mean

You gotta give if you wanna get
Never let 'em see you sweat
You may cry and you may bleed
But only if the punch is from me,

Chorus 2:
Why do you back down in the face of a fist fight?
I kick myself for caring about you
You may one day go the distance
You might come around
You can kill yourself or you can make your mama proud

When you get the energy
You can place a call to me
My number's in the phone book
And I'm not too hard to find
I still live in the same old place
I still got the same old face
I can give you more than twenty minutes of my time

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

. . .



Brown skin in the kitchen, china white
Wash rag and the dollars, on the table
Keep it quiet, quiet

Chorus
They come and go through the back door
Who's keepin' score
Who's keepin'..

Pension, weren't no mention, Medicaid?
Sorry, and the G-man, got the word in
Gettin' wise, Goodnight

Chorus

Pistol blew the whistle
On the plan, Mexican
And the river made of dollars
Made of sand

Chorus

. . .



I was wondering how you're feeling
I thought I saw you kneeling
And holding your gut last night
It looked like you were praying
But I heard someone saying
You had been in an awful fight
You get the worst of it everytime
Lashing out with no reason or rhyme
To lose all this rage, at so tender an age
Little baby growing up in a rat cage

Chorus 1:
Are you ready for the fallout?
Who you gonna call out?
When does it finally come to blows?
I think that you're forgetting
The blood that you'll be letting
Has a price on it, no one knows
You may be suffering in your sleep
You may be getting in way too deep
And you may not care for advice that I share
If you want it then I'll be there

Chorus 2:
Soon you will learn how to swallow a tear
So when you're old you can cry in your beer
Do you spit at the face staring back in the mirror?
Do you have any self respect?

Chorus 2

Well what the hell did you expect?

Chorus 1

Are you ready for the fallout?
Who you gonna call out?

. . .



Well they've been writing your name on a bathroom wall
But it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing
They wanna ruin your life, they wanna see you take a fall
But it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing at all

Chorus:
Stupid people say stupid things
And it'll drive you right up the wall
Sometimes I feel the same way too
But it don't mean nothing at all

You're mom and dad don't care about the way you feel
And you just can't take it, you just can't take it
You got the short end of a sh*ty deal
Just can't take it, you just can't take it no more

Chorus

They put alot of effort into making you feel like a clown
You gave it your best shot and they shot you down

Stupid people say stupid things
And it'll drive you right up the f*cking wall
Sometimes I feel the same way too
But it don't mean nothing at all
Well it don't mean nothing at all
It just don't mean nothing at all
Well it don't mean nothing at all

. . .


(Miles Zuniga)

Amy's going out with John
Now she's dating Paul
Paul was dating Kelsey
And Kelsey used to go out with me
After I broke up with Amy

Everybody's had, everybody's had everybody
Everybody's had, everybody's had everybody once or twice

Hey, you better watch what you say
People love to talk, people love to gossip
Yeah, but what is going around
It's a hungry town, it's a leaky faucet

Everybody knows, everybody's heard what you said
Everybody knows, everybody's heard what you said
Everybody knows, everybody's heard what you said
Everybody knows, everybody's heard what you said

It's a boomerang

Repeat

. . .


(Tony Scalzo)

Watch me, make you
Let me, take you
Follow down, I will penetrate you baby
Run you to the ground
I will make you hate you baby

I'm an eater, I'm an eater, I'm an eater

Your cheeks are red and rosy
I'll keep you safe and sound
I'll keep you warm and cozy
Fatten you up to wolf you down

Your cheeks are red and rosy (Watch me)
I'll keep you safe and sound (Make you)
I'll keep you warm and cozy (Let me)
Fatten you up to wolf you down (Take you)

I'm an eater, I'm an eater, I'm an eater

And there's one thing that I know is true
I'll just make a meal of you
I'll leave the bones and hair to rot
I don't really care alot

Follow down (Watch me)
I will penetrate you baby (Make you)
Run you into the ground (Let me)
I will make you hate you baby

I'm an eater, I'm an eater, I'm an eater

. . .


(Miles Zuniga)

Gonna steal your soul by remote control
We smell an audience and we smell money
I don't need a gun, I own the network son
And they love baywatch in Istanbul, Yeah

Chorus
knock it down, knock it down, knock it down, knock it down yeah
knock it down, knock it down, knock it down, knock it down yeah

Forget your culture, forget your language
I'll give you virtual reality love

Chorus

Repeat Chorus

. . .


(Tony Scalzo)

Peel me off a fiver, that stack looks pretty thick
Money takes some time to make we spend it all too quick
And I'll try to remember that this is just a lender

Chorus
Til I'm on my feet, back in the car
I won't forget who my friends are
You were always there when I needed you
I can be there too

Loan me fifteen dollars, my wallet's getting thin
My rent is due and I know that you,
Have recently come in
To a large amount of money
Hey man, can you make that twenty?

Chorus

Hey haven't you heard?
Didn't you know?
I cleaned up six weeks ago
I'm on the straight and narrow track
And I can pay you back

Chorus

Oh, hey how ya doin'?
No, I did not forget,
I promised I would pay you back
But I ain't got it yet
And you don't have to sweat it
I'll call you when I get it

Chorus

I'm on the straight and narrow track
I'll remember to pay you back
You were always there when I needed you
I can be there, too

. . .


(Miles Zuniga)

Altamont - now, won't be the same
When we see each other again
If it all falls apart, who is to blame?
Don't you think it's time to get real?
I wanna scream out the way I feel
I'm so tired of watching you bail

Chorus
Hey, don't try to tell me it's okay
Don't turn me off and walk away
You've gotta set it straight

Close the door, but it won't go away
Tell me that it's at your control
I'm not waiting for you anymore

Chorus

Altamont, I'm on your side
Believe it or not, I'm on your side
It's so hard to be your friend sometimes

Chorus

You'd better set it straight

. . .


(Tony Scalzo)

Emily shrugs and drags her heels,
As she takes the guided tour
It seemed like such an amazing deal
When she was looking at the brochure
Stuck on a bus with strangers
Wishing she could be ay home with me

Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free?

Lying in bed the pain in my head from running around all day
Trying to find what was rightfully mine
But I ran out of things to say
Running around with strangers
Wishing she could run away with me..

Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free

From familiar fingertips to a persecuted grip?
From the pan into the fire,
Now a thread becomes a wire
Under which you must crawl,
Through a ditch and over the wall
Emily works her fingers right down to her aching bones
While my aching head's got me stuck in bed
Working on being alone
Working around the clock
Wishing she had worked it out with me

Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free?
Repeat

. . .


(Miles Zuniga)

Riding 'round and 'round in my car
I can't afford to go very far
It needs a new transmission and new brakes
Parking tickets I cannot pay
They're gonna have to tow me away
Tow me away 'cause I can't afford to drive

Chorus
We're out of groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is maxed out,
So let's get high
'Cause it's raining all the time
And the rain's been seeping through my mind
But I get by...

I've got a nasty rash on my rocker
I can't afford to go see the doctor
I know I'll be all right in a couple of weeks
Happy hour, that's where we're meeting
Eat for free as long as you're drinking
Hey that ain't no problem for you and me Chorus
Repeat Chorus

Yeah I'm all right
It's all right

. . .


(Tony Scalzo)

Telephone calls, apartment A is at it again
Paper thin walls,
She's been sleeping around with other men
And other women, but right about now her head is swimming
He's breakin' up the furniture
Screaming and a yelling
About to beat the hell out of her

Television ringin' in my ear
I've been thinking
Haven't had a break in twenty years
I've been drinking

Telephone calls, insanity is just another ring away
I get the paper, take a look at it every single day
Another episode another life flushed down the camode
We're all carrying such a heavy load
I get no slack it's breaking my back

Television ringin' in my ear,
I've been drinking
Haven't had a break in twenty years
I've been thinking get me out of here
Til the coast is clear

Television ringin' in my ear
I've been thinking
Haven't had a break in twenty years
I keep drinking
Television ringin' in my ear
I keep drinking liquor, wine, and beer
I've been thinking get me out of here
I've been thinking

. . .


blog comments powered by Disqus



© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.