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Teenage Graffiti (08/01/2006)
08/01/2006
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Caught the green light down at Bleaker and Broad,
And now it's dropping down to thirty below.
I can't feel my toes, but baby, I'm on fire.
We'll sleep on subways, we'll spend time in cafes.
These pretty girls and these Manhattan apartments.
These New York City police are all rotten liars.
Come on.

Staten Island princess so pretty in pearls.
Drop it down, make it an uptown affair.
You got the money and I got the drugs.
You're pretty pretty for a white white girl.
Take me to the Mercury Lounge,
Let's see what trouble we can get in tonight.
'Cause everywhere I go, it's like the end of the world.
But with your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.

Come on!

Don't know where to start, you're breaking my heart.
How's anybody supposed to love you, baby, 'til you do?

With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
With your back to the wall, you're gonna be the lonely one.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
Woah, if you dance all night, you're gonna be loved.
Yeah!

. . .


Hey, hey, this is everything today.
You've got nothing to complain about,
You've got nothing to say,
So this had better be good or you better be quiet, yeah.

Cause baby I'm not standing in your way.
We could paint this city red,
Or we could drown it out in grey.
If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot, yeah.

Oh Emily, oh I love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

Hey, hey, girl you're driving me insane.
You're obnoxious when they're pretty.
You're ecstatic when they're plain.
But this is my design, this is my roller coaster, yeah.

And you said, "I won't be happy till I'm dead."
But I told you once before,
And girl I meant it when I said,
I don't wanna be close I just wanna be closer, yeah.

Oh Emily, oh I love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

All alone and very ordinary. (So very.)
When your duress is your sanctuary,
(You've got all wrong.)
You've got it wrong.
But I've never been the type to walk away so fast,
'Cause there's no way out until I shout...

Oh Emily, I only love you for your apathy.
How you sell it in your diary.
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery.
Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy,
And you think you've got it worse than me,
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy.

. . .


Shes out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes.
Misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet.
Her social deviance is teasing me.
I know what I want.

And I'm really gonna really let her know, (Woah.)
That I like her but I just don't care enough,
To fool around with love.

Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love.

Strung out on blow, she doesn't know why she's not feeling good.
Dropped out of school and now she's moving out to Hollywood.
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far.

And I'm really gonna really let her know, (Woah.)
That I like her but I just don't care enough,
To fool around with love.

Yeah, my baby's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter.
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it's love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love.

Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say,
But nothing's better than what silence is saying.
When every time I turn around she's always looking away,
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing.

And I think I’m tapping out,
I think I’m gonna skip the title bout.

My baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and,

She's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter.
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it's love.
It's heavy and it hurts and,

She's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm.
Just another modern swinger,
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand.
And it’s love.
It's heavy and it hurts and it's love!

. . .


Back in Hollywood today technicolor turned to grey.
Altered senses were the primary impulse.
Drinking whiskey every day smoking second thoughts away.
A skipping record was a secondary pulse.

And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
'Cause there's so much noise and binge drinking,
But they all came back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.

Near the dancing silhouettes Aaron stole some cigarettes.
Everybody knew but no one had the proof,
And as the sun was coming up in a sea of empty cups,
White suburban kids were all raising the roof.

And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
As we chain smoke cigarettes without thinking.
And they all come back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.

Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so scandalous.
Gotta love it, it's so so infectious.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so serious.
Gotta love it, you sense this sarcasm?

And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
'Cause there's so much noise and binge drinking,
But they all came back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.

And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping,
As we chain smoke cigarettes without thinking.
And they all come back like we knew they would.
You gotta get your fix down in Hollywood.

Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so scandalous.
Gotta love it, it's so so infectious.
Gotta love it, it's so so dangerous.
Gotta love it, it's so so serious.
Gotta love it, you sense this sarcasm?
Woah.

. . .


Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so dangerous.
You say you wanna try to get away,
And that's just so obvious.
I've got the keys,
So let's put it into drive.

Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so serious.
You're only pretty when you walk away,
And you act oblivious.
I've got the keys,
So let's put it into drive.

But don't call it a crush.
Don't call it a crush baby.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.

Give back my heart tonight.
I'm sick of never smiling cause you're so uptight.
Cause we know it's not alright,
When neither one of us is putting up a fight.
And you're right that it's wrong to spend the night alone.
You stand on the shore as I'm treading water,
And wave as I sink like a stone.

Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so obnoxious.
This lucid dream is now reality,
And it makes me so anxious.

Hey hey little razorblade,
Girl you're so so dangerous.
You say you wanna try and get away,
And that's just so obvious .

But I've got the keys,
So let's put into drive.

But don't call it a crush.
Don't call it a crush baby.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.

Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
You know I love you too much to be crushed like that.
To be crushed like that.

Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)
Don't call it a crush.
(To be crushed like that.)

. . .


Young and wasted look at me now,
I'm the king of California,
Straight out of Tennessee.

C'mom baby crash on my couch.
You've got that Hollywood nosebleed.
You've got that pedigree.

But when the seasons change,
(When the seasons change.)
That's when I'll catch that plane and go,

Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I'm gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I've had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It's a miracle I've escaped alive.

In the thick thick electric air,
There's a cloud of smoke ascending,
Blocking the city lights.

Fast and faded, dead in Times Square.
I'm not looking for a heartache.
I gotta catch a flight,

Because the weather's cold.
(The weather's cold.)
This scene is getting old.

And it's,
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I'm gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I've had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It's a miracle I've escaped alive.

In the freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees.
On the beat I scheme about the city.
Why should I go,

Back, back, back, back, back to the middle?
I'm gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I've had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It's a miracle I've escaped alive.

Back, back, back, back, back to the middle.
I'm gonna be high.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
When I've had enough I will fly,
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Passengers please stand by.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
It's a miracle I've escaped alive.

Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.
Back, back, back, back to the middle.

. . .


Are you broken?
Are you broken baby?
(Yeah baby, are ya broken now?)
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya girl.
Baby's got a problem, baby's got a spell.
Baby's got a handgun, but I ain't gonna tell,
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody baby.

Whatcha drinkin'?
Whatcha drinkin' baby?
(Yeah baby, whatcha drinkin' now?)
Why are you sleepin' in the backseat of your car?

Yeah you've got a big mouth,
And I bet you think you're clever,
But ain't no one gonna cry when you die a dead rebel.
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody baby.

And all you gotta do is, hey hey, make a little trouble.
Give me one mistake and break out on the double.
Baby, stay awake and take another shot.
Baby, take another shot with me.

'Cause everybody's had a real good time.
Everybody's walking crooked but they feel alright.
'Cause everybody here is nobody.
Nobody baby.
And that's the goddamn truth.

And now you're nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody baby.
And all you gotta do, hey hey, is make a little trouble.
Give me one mistake and break out on the double.
Baby, stay awake and take another shot.
Baby, take another shot with me.

'Cause everybody's had a real good time.
Everybody's walking crooked but they feel alright.
'Cause everybody here is nobody, nobody.
Everybody here is nobody, nobody.
Everybody here is nobody, nobody baby.

. . .


The polyester vest she wears at the arcade.
On a break from tearing tickets,
Every minute spent on this old pinball machine.

Saving up her money to pay her tuition.
"Got a little left over", she thinks,
So she puts it in the machine,
'Cause she's got a high score to beat.

Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We'll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome.
Hey Jane.

She had a good job that she traded for cocaine.
Everyday became the same,
And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast.

'Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess.
She's trying harder to convince herself,
That all her better days are not in the past,
And that this paycheck's gonna last.

Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We'll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome.
Hey Jane.

Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We'll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome.
Hey Jane.

Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We'll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.

Hey Jane, I know you're hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome.
Hey Jane.

. . .


The interstates and eighteen wheelers.
The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls.
I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all.
The odometer is hypnotizing.
The tires turn the dirt for miles and miles.
I wanna see the Nashville skyline,
Only for awhile.

'Cause I heard about the party last night.
I heard that there were drugs and fist fights.
When all I see are miles of streetlights,
That's when I miss home.

So I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.

A thousand miles until the ocean.
Casinos sit a couple miles ahead.
The city's in the rearview mirror.
Tennessee's in bed.

Now I'm drinking at the Blackjack table.
A cigarette is hanging from my lips.
My head is spinning round in circles as I take a sip,
'Cause I heard you split a cab ride last night.
I hope you found your way home alright,
'Cause underneath a sea of bright lights,
I feel alright here.

And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.

And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget.
Yes, I will try, try, try to forget.
I'm gonna try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.

. . .


Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece.
Adalae, you're only precious till you meet your needs.
Adalae, you say we'll see you on the silver screen.
But when you're down,
You know this town's just not for you.

Adalae, everybody knows you're working hard.
(Adalae, Adalae, Adalae.)
Adalae, you see the sunset on the boulevard.
(Adalae, Adalae, Adalae.)
Adalae, your only enemy's the calendar,
With these complaints for dedications tried and true,
And since you always get your way, this one's for you.

Oh Adelae, I think you're losing your head.
(No, No, No.)
Let's take these rumors and let's put them to bed.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Can't help but think that it was something I said,
Cursing at the stars above.

Adalae, maybe you'll never get a second chance.
(Adalae, Adalae, Adalae.)
Adalae, you're only social on the stimulants.
(Adalae, Adalae, Adalae.)
It's ok 'cause everybody knows your circumstance,
So arch your back girl cause you're always on display,
And you know you're only worth what you get paid.

(Hey, Hey, Hey.)
Oh Adelae, I think you're losing your head.
(No, No, No.)
Let's take these rumors and let's put them to bed.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Can't help but think that it was something I said.
Cursing at the stars above.

(Hey, Hey, Hey.)
Oh Adelae I know the sun's in your eyes.
(No, No, No.)
You've got it all, but still you wear a disguise.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Whatever you do, don't you apologize.
Nobody can buy your love.

Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece.
Adalae, you're only precious till you meet your needs.

. . .


I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future,
And I know there's no easy way out.
I've got nothing but problems and habits,
Shifting through the static,
But baby there's no easy way out.

So are you cunning now?

Hey it's obscene and it's green and it's automatic.
I know how to make it seem like it's your fault.
I believe it when you say that you need it for the sway.
When I'm screaming through the troubles,
That the drugs won't solve.

I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future,
And I know there's no easy way out.
I've got nothing but problems and habits,
Shifting through the static,
But baby there's no easy way out.

So are you cunning now?

Broads in the bar in the car sipping vodka tonics.
Another couple drinks and then they look just fine.
It's easy, as they say, but believe me see I hate it,
When the hardest part is acting like I just don't try.

I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future,
And I know there's no easy way out.
I've got nothing but problems and habits,
Shifting through the static,
But baby there's no easy way out.

So are you cunning now?

I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future,
And I know there's no easy way out.
I've got nothing but problems and habits,
Shifting through the static,
But baby there's no easy way out.

I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future,
And I know there's no easy way out.
I've got nothing but problems and habits.
Shifting through the static,
But baby there's no easy way out.
There's no easy way out.
There's no easy way out.
There's no easy way out.
Baby, there's no easy way out.
Baby, there's no easy way out.

. . .


Oh brother, now we're going undercover,
'Cause she's more than just a lover to me.
Can't you see that there's a reason,
For this heresy and treason?
It's the season for instability.

Good lovin' two and one more in the oven.
This is way above a discovery.
Supercede your jurisdiction,
Let's pretend that this is fiction.
Make a story out of all that we see.

So can we agree enough is enough?
Madeline sees the magazines for the trees,
So she tells me that,
Everything needs some time in the sun.
Everyone breathes their oxygen quietly,
Carefully carrying along.

Hey neighbor, can I ask you for a favor?
See I'm sketching up the neighborhood's dreams,
'Cause I need to hit the walls,
Of coffee bars and shopping malls,
And show the world a side that they've never seen.

So what do you think about teaming up?
Gravity sleeps when we see,
That all we are iss not all we will be.
Everything needs some time in the sun.
Everyone breathes their oxygen quietly,
Carefully carrying along.

So can we agree enough is enough?
Madeline sees the magazines for the trees,
So she tells me that,
Everything needs some time in the sun.
Everyone breathes their oxygen quietly,
Carefully carrying along.

So can we agree enough is enough?
Madeline sees the magazines for the trees,
So she tells me that,
Everything needs some time in the sun.
Everyone breathes their oxygen quietly,
Carefully carrying along.

So can we agree enough is enough?
Can we agree enough is enough?
Can we agree enough is enough?
Can we agree enough is enough?

. . .


If you're alone, and,
I'm alone,
Let's be alone together.

We can have a drink, and,
Shoot the shed, and,
Talk about the weather.

Cause baby,
I know this world has got you,
Shaking in your shoes.
So if,

You're alone, and,
I'm alone,
Why don't we,
Be alone together?

. . .


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