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In With The Old (03/30/2004)
03/30/2004
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Memories and old cd's of living easy,
Three o'clock bus stop; regards my elementary,
I recall my sandy feet inside my car,
Low tide, old airport had blessed me with my
Favorite scar.

Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be....

Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home

Bob and Pac with billie stuffed inside my luggage,
I'm a foreign man who doesn't speak the language.
Words and sketches, notes on napkins underlined;
In the lab still underneath L.A. and I'm asking why....

Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be....

Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home

And hit the 101, 'cuz we've just begun;
To make your system shake, and
Perfect paragraphs in this letter,
Explaining what I remember;
House parties, green bottles and my friends

Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can be....

Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home

Back home, Back home, Back home, Back home!


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You seem to follow me down,
You seem to follow me down,

Girl you got a fuse at the end of your heart,
So once I light up, I don't think it will stop,
You got a reputation for what you're not,
And I don't really mind that, mind that.
Don't want to be your man, don't want to be your daddy
I ain't your boyfriend; I ain't your caddy.
You got to keep it real if you want to put it on me, on me.

It's getting real dark on the edge of your mind,
I've never seen a smile so hard to find;
Letting all the alligators waste your time,
But, I really don't mind that, mind that.

I want to walk you home at the end of the night,
And throw you in the pool 'cause you're so uptight.
I want to fool around 'till your clothes are dry,
And I don't think you'll mind that, mind that.

To late to stop it now, here I come.

Are you down, want to mess around?
We'll do it underground, won't let you down,
Are you down, can we mess around, yeah,
Are you down? Don't let me down,
So, are you down, are you down, are you?

So don't cry if you're lonely, baby girl, come and show me,
I don't mind if you tease me, having fun is so easy.
Please don't lie when you kiss me,
Don't pretend when you're with me,
I know girls can be trixy when they're down.

Are you down, want to mess around?
We'll do it underground, won't let you down,
Are you down, can we mess around,
Are you down? Don't let me down,

So, are you down, are you down, are you?


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If you got a problem with your love affair,
If you got a problem with your love affair,
Cry to someone who cares but don't cry to me!

Hours are spent, then it history,
And my girl loves her insecurities.
I can't work a nine to five and,
You don't seem to realize what's on my resume;
I grab the microphone and sway this way,
But, all you want is to complain
And I'm just trying to explain...

If you've got a problem with your love affair,
If you've got a problem with your love affair,
Cry to someone who cares but don't cry to me!

I got the bottle empty, I'm holding my last twenty,
Down at the corner discount liquor store.
It's a "quick fix" recipe,
And "the basics" are not basic for me,
The more it goes, it just seems the same,

If you got a problem with your love affair,
If you got a problem with your love affair,
Cry to someone who cares, but don't cry to me!

If you got a problem with your love affair,
If you got a problem with your love affair,
Cry to someone who cares but don't cry to me!

If you got a problem with your love affair
If you got a problem with your love affair


. . .



Miss joker, joker laughing at me,
Ohhh, 'cause I know all of your schemes lately,
Like the way you move your hip,
Seductive licks for the money clip.
Do you own this? And I know this, that's when I noticed.

She looked me over and moved so easily,
But, in fact, fuck all that, I like the way you use me!
The evidence is missing with my "Steiny,"
Turn it on until dawn, I like the way you use me!

Welcome back to the counterfeit stacks,
Baby slow down; you'll have a heart attack,
'Cause I like what I see, ohh,
My approach into the night,
I'll be wrecking shit 'till the sky is bright,
With the latest technology, like you showed me.

She looked me over and moved so easily,
But in fact, fuck all that, I like the way you use me!
The evidence is missing with my "Steiny,"

Soon you'll realize I'm to broke for the "supersize",
I got no money, but the drinks are free,
And now I got the room spinning up around me.

Jump ship before sunrise,
You're a thirsty bitch that I'd exercise,
Do you know this? 'Cause I know this,
That's when I noticed.

She looked me over and moved so easily,
But, in fact, fuck all that, I like the way you use me!
The evidence is missing with my "Steiny,"
Turn it on until dawn, I like the way you use me!

Don't hold me closer; there's no need to comfort me,
Problem solve, get your girl involved
And show me you agility...ohh, ohh,
Don't want no loving, you just need the currency,
But, nothing's wrong, just keep it going on
And baby use me!

She looked me over and moved so easily,
But in fact, fuck all that, I like the way you use me!

I love the way you use me!


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You rip my guts with every sharp word,
When you use that monster
Hiding underneath your tongue,
My words don't, they don't work on you,
No, they don't work like they used to.

'Cause it's been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh, seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; I just can't get through.
So far, the drinks have been so strong,
No writing on the post cards,
No memories to hang on.

Sleeping in my six o' clock shadow,
People judging people so shallow,
I call you up to see what you're doing,
To see if you won't...

Send me your love, right through the ceiling,
I need your love, darlin' this evening!
Oh, moma, moma, moma, what can I do?
There's a jukebox baby,
And you can play our favorite song all night,
Until your money's gone,
'Cause if I'm right about you darlin',
Then you're probably laying in bed,
And your temperature is boiling,
'Cause your making things up in your head.

It's been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; just can't get through,
So far, the days have been so long,
But, now I got my fade on,
Screaming at you at the top of my lungs!

Fog is lifting from the old man,
I had so much fun in the trash can,
I wave my flag, but you still send your troops in,
To the war in your soul.

Send me your love, right through the ceiling
I need your love, darlin' this evening!
Oh, moma, moma, moma, what can I do?

Backstage pass through these time zones,
Want you everyday, but I'm not home,
Can't really touch you through the cell phone,
There's so many things that you just don't know..

It's been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh, seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; just can't get through.
So far, the drinks have been so strong,
Now there's writing on the post cards,

Baby, seven weeks is just too long!


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It's been so long; it's hard to breathe
When the trust is gone,
And you face of steel just melts away in the weather.

You got a lot to weigh, so weigh it
You got a lot to say, just say it.
Aren't you tired of wasting fuel?
So, now I'll hand the fuse to you!

Burn it all, let's burn it all;
Let fire fall, let fire fall,
What's done is done, it's in the past, it's ashes.
I'm tired of you; you're tired of me;
I hate the things you said to me,
Now, here's your chance to take it back, It's ashes...

Maybe I should drive home...far from sober?
And maybe I should sleep alone,
'Cause I don't have a rubber?

You got a lot to weigh, so weigh it.
Aren't you tired of wasting fuel?
Now I'll hand the fuse to you!

I wonder when you'll see
How much you really mean to me,
Oh, my god, who in the hell has been washing your brain,
Just loose the girl and start again!
Maybe then, Maybe then...Maybe then, Maybe then...

Burn it all, let's burn it all;
Let fire fall, let fire fall,
What's done is done, It's in the past, it's ashes.
I'm tired of you; you're tired of me;
I hate the things you said to me,
Now, here's your chance to take it back, It's ashes...

Ashes, it's ashes...Ashes, it's ashes...Ashes, it's ashes...Ashes...
Oohoo, Whoa, Ashes...


. . .



I got started this morning,
Barely up, filled my cup while I'm yawning.
Turn on my TV, Bad news her to greet me,
They got a new list of warnings.

It's a slow day I prefer,
And sitting under perfect weather,
But, I'm traveling through,
God knows I'll skip the preview,
And waiting is time wasted forever

And I've got to keep moving on, leaving this border town,
Don't know where, but it won't be here, I won't be around.

I'm tired of this scene
It's just the same different name routine,
While I'm still able, throw my cards on your table,
To show you there's no in between.

And I've got to keep moving on, leaving this border town,
Don't know where, but it won't be here, I won't be around.
I'm growing older in the repetition,
Not knowing everything that I'm missing,
I really have to go, I really need to know.

And I've got to keep moving on, leaving this border town,
Don't know where, but it won't be here, I won't be around.

I'm growing older in the repetition,
Not knowing everything that I'm missing,
I really have to go, I really need to know.

And I've got to keep moving on, leaving this border town,
Don't know where, but it won't be here, I won't be around.

In this border town, in this border town.


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I saw a street corner angel,
Platinum problems pressed against the wall.
She paid her dues, bought stiletto shoes,
And had real mean pimp names Paul.
Well, Paul, tied her up to the railroad tracks,
'Cause he didn't get the money on time,
I heard her screaming loud from the other side of town,
And the train was coming down the line.

Exclamation points jumped out her eyes,
Rips all across her fish net thighs,
Big tears are rolling
As I'm struggling to cut her loose.

She had a little bit of karma above her left eye,
Came in the shape of a scar..
I tried to help her out with a ride back home,
But, she jumped right out of my car.

Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!

Since that night I really thought about things,
I fell for an angel with the dirty wings.
Now I have to find her, let her know how I feel,
Got to tighten up some "bid'ness" for I make it real.

Paul didn't like that I pulled her off the tracks
Real late last Saturday night.
I knew he was mad when I got to the pad,
'Cause he left me a real nice surprise.

He dropped a little message in my mailbox,
Told me where to meet him, that we had to talk,
He said I shouldn't mess with his curly locks,
And if I did again he'd pump me full of shots.

I took the meeting with that pimp named Paul,
Stabbed in the heart and watched him fall,
Went looking for my angel all over the place,
I found her in a movie by Andrew Blake.

Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
Got lost in your town, ain't in no hurry,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!

Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
Got lost in your town, ain't in no hurry,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!


. . .



This is the story
Of Rock n' Roll glory
Cause new metal bores me
So keep your head bangin'
If you're a Hesher
Where is your leather?
The louder the better
So keep your head bangin'

I'll eat your flesh
In my camaro I race for dinero
Crash and Burn
There's no survivors, when I'm the driver
My Mullet's Thick
The chicks love my meat whip, it's covered in lipstick
I rip it up
Like Kobe Bryant, I'm an anal Tyrant

[chorus].................

Burn it out
Tear it down
I'm slammin' Bacardi, now I'm rulin' the party
I'm kickin' ass
I'm smashin' your faces, and other places
I'm hookin up
With a sex machine, she's eleventeen

[chorus].....................

[bridge]
This is the only thing that I know
I live the Life of Rock n' Roll
Never do a damn thing that I'm told
You know this ass is un-kickable
This is the story 6x
This is the story of Rock n' Roll

[chorus]....................


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Lost in pictures Baby I'm

Lost and found
Reminiscing bout my teens

It's a postcard scene from Kona town
Sitting in my hotel room

Oooh on a cold London afternoon
My glass is red

Staring out my window
Over the streets

There's a cool breeze I freeze
Sit back in my seat

The radio is painted blue
And it's crying the bed 2 big with out you
Now that I'm done, now that

Do you remember those songs that keep us up till dawn

Slowly rocking you all the time
Baby put on your 45 and let it take over


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He was never into leather and studs,
But, he liked them all the same.
He bought his records from a magazine
Called "Metal, Death, & Pain",
He grew up strong and he grew up right,
Except in his daddy's eyes,
Who said, "Now, son don't you waste your time
With all of them evil lies."

So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy,
Always wondering how it would be
To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock dreams.

So he headed off in a whiskey haze,
Going to a "Pistol Show", and all of the sudden,
There she was just standing on the edge of the road.
Sweetest girl he'd ever seen, she calls herself Irene,
Later on that little cowboy found out,
She had herself three clit rings!

Always wondering how it would be
To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock dreams.

And if you see him standing in the crowd,
Be sure to say hello,
You'll never miss him in his cowboy hat,
Maybe moshing just a little too slow.
And if you're wondering what he's about,
Ask him, it's plain to see, he'll say,
"I'd like to stay and rock 'wit y'all,
I love this here punk rock scene!"

So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy,
Always wondering how it would be
To grow up in the punk rock scene, yeah,
But, he never, ever gave up on his punk rock,
No, he never, gave up on his punk rock,
No, he never, gave up on his punk rock dreams.


. . .



Look what I found in Kona Town,
While the sky gets weary and the sun goes down,
It's summer living, oh, it's the season
To get your body naked and then start screaming,
Around the clock 'cause we don't stop,
Ya 'gotta keep it moving like a porno plot.
All the drinks to fix ya, it's a perfect mixture,
You lean to the dise to get a clearer picture.

I know, yes I know, that I have played the fool,
I know, yes I know, I'm so lonely because of you.....

Here come the night, don't forget to invite
All those girls with a horny appetite.
Now, get risqu© on a holiday,
What's the sense of working hard
if you never get to play?
So, give a lick with no politics,
Turn yourself into an "X" rated lunatic!
I like it daring; I keep staring,
Got my eyes focused on the skirt she's wearing.
I know, yes I know, that I have played the fool,
I know, yes I know, I'm so lonely because of you...are you?

Heated evening starts to escalate,
Rolling on and on 'til we evaporate,
And, I've been missing, oh, I've been missing
The way your body moves in those late night positions,
I hit repeat on arena beats;
Make my way through the crowd in the summer heat,
The house is shaking, furniture is breaking,
Wake up in the morning with my body aching!

I know, yes I know, that I have played the fool,
I know, yes I know, I'm so lonely because of you...

I know, yes I know, that you've been lonely too.


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