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Comely girl, machine operator
I have to go but I hope I’ll see you later
By the tree in the park, we’ll meet there after dark
Strike a match and see it spark
Reflector vest, I find you so becoming
Your jeans distressed, probably from the running
All around you do, I hope that you’ll be true
As a Volvo or Komatsu
Having a beer with the crew after work
I saw him working you but I think that guy’s a jerk
with his steel-toed boots, his alcohol abuse
wish he’d take his hand of you
One two three four five six seven eight
nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
Seventeen times, I saw you painting lines
As I drove by on my way home
I saw your hair with your hard hat off
Looking wash and wear silky and soft
I saw an ad about that, I think you could act
Or be a model if you’re laid off.
Comely girl, machine operator
Where did you go, I want to see you later
I’m alone right now, I hope that some how
You can fill the pothole in my heart.
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Led Zeppelin Sneakers
02:56
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I want you
To know that I’ve been noticing your
Led Zeppelin
Sneakers walking across the floor
And all those
Cryptic runes keep me from getting bored
I don’t know
Who to love or if I care anymore
You’re looking
Pretty keen in your neutral tones
wearing your
Baggy jeans and the glasses I don’t
think that you
really need but I can’t be sure
if you can
See me, or if I am obscured
And we have
Got a mall but there’s not that many stores
Sometimes I
Walk around listening to Parquet Courts
And they’re so
Stoned and Starving, wish I was in New York
Led Zeppelin
Sneakers are in some of the stores there
and I would
Buy you two or maybe even four
I don’t know
What to think or if I care anymore.
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3. |
Goth Boys
03:46
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I saw you holding hands with a goth boy
don't you understand he's using you as his toy
for channelling the angst of existence
for using you in satanist experiments
Don't remind me how you told me that you skinned
your knee while rousing rabble on the weekend
everybody fights to get themselves downwind
before the stuck up kids, stuck up kids, stuck up kids are pinned
to the cork beside the butterflies that you found
behind the rotting barn that falling to the ground
that's where the goth kids go when they want to hang around
that's where they drink their blood, drink their blood down
in the trees they will be talking about sorrow
probably telling you that there'll be no tomorrow
in the backseat of an 80s eldorado
you're the inspiration playing by chicago
Put the bullneck kid in his bag of bones
(Monday Tuesday all alone)
dissect the skids outside their homes
(Wednesday Thursday on my own)
inflect the language of the stones
(Friday nights wait by the phone)
goth boys won't you leave the girls alone?
I don't really know what to expect
from the candlelight kids and the rejects
riding bikes with linered eyes in the projects
cussing normies in their own subdialects
Everybody wants to drag down the empire
from their basements with the Minutemen and Wire
mowing lawns to make a little bit of side cash
silver tongues when their spewing out their trash
Tell the teamster skids to pay their dues
(They'd rather spend it all on booze)
screw the redneck kids in their uptown shoes
(Boys don't cry sometimes they do)
fight the man when the man's not fighting you
(such a wreckless thing to do)
Goth boys will be boys will be feeling blue.
REPEAT VERSES ONE TO THREE
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4. |
Broken Leg
02:56
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I saw you dancing
on the broken leg
you told me that you broke so you couldn't dance with me
I saw you laughing
behind your bangs
dancing Gangnam Style while he held your hands
but I can dance too
I do the shimmy
I do the Lindy Hop, the Twist, the Boogaloo
So tell me your deal
what is the skinny?
what do I have to do before I can dance with you?
but I can dance too
I do the shimmy
I do the Shake, the Martian Hop, Batusi too
So tell me your deal
what is the skinny?
what do I have to do before I can dance with you?
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Creepin'
03:00
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I see you walking with that creep
See you walking down my street
See you walking up my street
See you walking
His t-shirt says the police
I heard him say he loves Sting
I think Sting’s a dickweed
But he’s okay at bass I guess
I heard him talk about Tibet
Said he hasn’t been there yet
Hopes to go to Tibet
To help Tibetans (or something)
I see you walking with that creep
He’s so sensitive and deep
Jeans rolled almost to his knees
I see you walk.
Creeping
I see you dancing on the scene
Crash into you crash into me
After the bars at Burger King
I hear him tell you
He doesn’t usually eat meat
Hates the way they treat the pigs
Unless he’s drunk or hungry
Devil sticks out on the street
He draws a crowd they keep a beat
I want to punch him in the teeth
But I keep walking
I see you walking with that creep
Hacky sack bounced on his feet
Wish you were walking next to me
I see you walk.
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6. |
Spaceship in the Sky
03:11
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I’ve been waiting here all these years and now my life’s gone by
Drinking beer hoping you’d appear and now I’m going to die
and when I die
put me in your spaceship in the sky.
When I was a little kid I saw you in that starry sky
when I talk about it now people ask me if I’m high
and when I’m high
I ride on your spaceship in the sky.
It could happen walking down the street like on any other day
music on try to keep a beat and then you take me away
take me away
up to your spaceship in the sky.
Saw your picture on the TV screen and knew you were for me
Now I need to solve all of your unsolved mysteries
your mysteries
hiding in your spaceship in the sky
Use your lights to beam me up and take me far away
I can’t stand being here for even one more day
for one more day
Beam me up and take me far away.
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