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I Oughta Give You A Shot In The Head (1999)
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The cannibal king with the big nose ring
Fell in love with a sweet young maid
And every night by the pale moonlight
This is what you'll hear him say
Ba doom
Ba doom
Ba doom ba dee ya dee yeah
Ba doom
Ba doom

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Well I think I hate you
Isn't this fun
You're gonna shoot
And I darling loaded the gun
I think I'm done
What train did you step off of anyway
I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna lie with you baby
'Cause there's nowhere else
I can lay

I'm never talking to you again
I'll go join the marines
And then I will peacefully sail away with some safe magazines
Did you hear what I say
You can't fall down the stairs two times the same way
And I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna tell you I love you
More than anything else
I can see

If people were cars I'd be covered with scars
I'll hold on to my dignity
I bought this old dress to cover the mess
Don't take it off I don't want you
I don't want you to see

Stop singing that song
I'll stand hard like a tree
Yeah you make me sick
You red razor nick get your hot hands off me
Maybe you're from the moon
Sensibility tells me that this is too soon
Oh my bones are bare

I'm the luckiest girl
Yeah and I want you baby
More than anything else
More than anything else
More than anything else
In the room
More than anything else

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Your bones are going to be disconnected
You daring lousy guy
Your throat is going to be exploded
And I'm still being shy

I've been scared shitless too much lately
Right now there's one thing I can say
I'm so unsatisfied to be killed this way
You daring lousy guy

Your big face went and hurt my instep
And I feel very cold
Just what gives you the nerve to die here
End my game and fold

It's the same old rules no eyes no groin
I'm gonna spank you without pants
And fire aimlessly if you don't come out
You daring lousy guy

Why do you give me a depression
Your kisses are like tape
Try to beat me out of recognition
I'll beat you into shape

Well they couldn't bail out the Titanic
So just use my insides as a gift
And I hope that they smell your room up
You daring lousy guy
You daring lousy guy

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She does raindances
When she's feeling dry
North train track woman
Got her arms in the sky

And she's moving to Arlington
As soon as she can
She got blood in her eye
Stones in her sky and she walks like a man

Arlington girl
Arlington girl

She says she does
Does all she pleases
Dancing on tomb stones
Black dirt and old bones
Some say that she's hangin'
Just waiting around
For Jesus

She does raindances
And she knows the score
All the back alley banjo boys
Lie down and die on the floor

Sewing stories for Romans
On yellows and blues
Expensive suites and dirty teeth
There sand in her shoes

Arlington girl
Arlington girl

She says she does
Does all she pleases
Now she's dancing on tomb stones
Black dirt and old bones
Some say she's hanging
Just waiting around
For Jesus

Insatiable sins
Sometimes they turn out all right
But only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight
So to stop herself from going insane
She rinses her soul off
Down in the cold

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I think I love you
I think I love you
I think I love you
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no

I think I want you
I think I want you
I think I want you
Oh no, oh no, oh oh
No, oh oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no

I think I'll wreck you
I think I'll wreck you
I think I'll break you in two
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no
Oh no, oh no

I think I'll eat you
I think I'll eat you
I think I'll eat you alive
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh oh no

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It's not black enough to see where any white is
So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes
Will you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and naked feet
And your expensive hands are swinging all your Beverly keys
The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips
And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls and disassembled dreams
If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the same thing
For the same thing

You went and left you license on the car seat
You had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name
And then he handed you a tambourine and whistled
No matter what they call you by, the meaning stays the same
Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting
You don't want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the same thing

Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting
You don't want for them to hate you be cause you're beautiful

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There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone

There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

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I don't care you can do most anything
I am on a string and you can lead me anywhere
I'll go there willingly
Some may say I'm for you to use and throw away
Yeah that's what they say
But they'll say most anything
To keep you away from me

How much love loveable me
How much more can you take from me
You'll never go to sleep
I'll swallow all your time
Doesn't matter what you say
'Cause you are mine mine mine

Seasons change
They march through they leave wounds behind
Years are so unkind but
They could never rearrange
They can't change what I see

How much love loveable me
How much more can you take from me
You'll never go to sleep I'll swallow all your time
Doesn't matter what you say
'Cause you are mine mine mine

Seasons change
They march through they leave wounds behind
Years are so unkind but they could never rearrange
They can't change what I see
What I see
Anything anything
I'll tell you what I'll do
Anything anything

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Look who's pulling up outside
With a trunk full of fun and a European ride
Heard that you were going far away
And we are all so happy son
That we were on the way

You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones

Stood in line to get burned
Hey baby doll
Your reservation is confirmed
Tell the boss I've got her on the way
And he said with a smile
That's the seventh one today

You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones

How'd you get so mean and nasty
I didn't want you to come to my party anyway

He's going to play you a dream
Dress you up in chocolate
And finish you with cream
Squeeze you till you're warm and woozy
And then pop you on the saddle of a silver moto guzzi

You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil

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What have I done with the baby tonight
Every one wants to play
The phone just stopped ringing
I forgot how to sing and
There's no more room in the table

Heard you all talking and toasting last night
But somebody's just barely there
The kitchen's too hot and she's roasting alright
And I miss my usual chair

Here comes that shine looks a lot like your eye
And here comes the moon like a fool
There goes my heart I swear I dreamt this part like idiots usually do
Why we do that now you know it's true

Come over here and wind up my ear
'Cause somebody wants me brand new
They say if you're smart
Then you won't buy used parts

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Goodnight goodnight
Leave all your toys
Candles and cats
A few stupid boys
And a rock for good luck
Two different eyes
Leave your red birds to sing us lullabies
And some books and a baby
A ceiling of gold
The New York yankees

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Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weather's fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair

I've been told that the old
Who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene

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