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Görlitzer Girl
02:45
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You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
The way you rock that top knot
It's gonna drive me insane!
I go flyin' into Berlin
Lookin' like a rocket
I go flyin' into Berlin
Lookin' like a rocket
Well you're so damn cute, girl
I want you in my pocket
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
The way you rock that top knot
It's gonna drive me insane!
You wanna meet me tonight
Down in a Kreuzberg bar?
You wanna meet me tonight
Down in a Kreuzberg bar?
You ask me where I'm from
I say, "Honey, it's too damn far"
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
The way you rock that top knot
It's gonna drive me insane!
When you kiss my lips
It feel like a whiff of speed
When you kiss my lips
It feel just like a whiff of speed
I could go all night, mama
And you're all I need!
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
You're my Görlitzer Girl
And I don't even know your name
The way you rock that top knot
It's gonna drive me insane!
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Sad Pony
05:27
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What’s it gonna take
To get you out my business… man?
What’s it gonna take
To get you off my back?
I don’t cut my hair
I wear high-heeled shoes
When I wake up in the mornin’
It’s true that it’s two in the afternoon
What does that have anything to do with you?
You ride a sad pony
I’m gonna get you fired, boy
I see you go standin' there
With your nice hair and your ice glare
Lookin' like you got some wild place to be
’Til I show up on the scene
I mean, hey, you know me
You know I’m just lookin' for a free place to pee
You say, "How 'bout I stand behind you, do a little voodoo
Before the three blue doors, and ask YOU a few questions?"
I say, “Hey, man, what’s with all that hecklin' and that pressurin’?
You know I’m just tryin' to spread the freshness of love and peace"
You ride a sad pony
Let me tell you 'bout last night--I was hangin' out down round
You know, that dirty ol’ backwoods karaoke bar
I got to admit I was drinkin’ a little hard
But only ‘cause the village clown drove off to downtown in my car
When just then, in the crowd, a big man, too damn loud
He starts a-whoopin’ and a-hollerin’ up at me
He said, “Would ya look at this big-city, Peter Frampton wannabe
Soccer-loving brat in his faggy li'l' skinny jeans”
Now I don’t mean to be mean, man--really, it ain’t much my scene
But allow me, please, to say this one thing:
That meathead fool was balder than a baby Mr. Clean
I think it’s HE who’s got the bad genes
He rides a sad pony
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Under the Hood
03:42
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You got all kinds of time
To spend another man's dimes on disappointment
It seems your city didn’t want you
And neither did mine
I think that’s sayin’ somethin'
“Here, boy, have a cigar
And hop in my car to the studio"
Then you ride, just the two of you
He takes you for a fool with no clue, though
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
You’re the Perfect False Prophet
Small hands in big pockets
Just to cheat a few
But the Street Rat deep in you
Is a cheap-seat in a venue nobody goes to
Kid, help yourself to first class
And kiss all kinds of ass to win the World now
But when the Big Banks come callin’
They’ll catch you a-fallin’ with your pants down
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
Mister Man-Child is gettin' mean again
But don't be scared
He got a beer can in his hand
And a grand master plan to go nowhere
You say we gotta feed the bums
But brother, look at yourself!
Everything you half-make
Ends up rotting away on a shelf
Can’t you tell?
It’s yourself!
Did your Momma teach you
Did your Momma teach you no good?
You bought a truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
Did your Momma teach you
No, your Momma never teach you no good
You sold your truck before you thought to look
Under the hood
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Let You Down
04:20
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I wish I didn't leave you on empty
I wish I could leave you some gasoline
Babe, I'd like to make you feel so wired
But when I get home I'm just so tired
I wanna take you for a long ride
I wanna make you feel good inside
You go on and resent me
I always leave you on empty
What can I say?
What can I do?
I'm madly in love with you
And I don't wanna let you down
No, I don't wanna let you down
Now I'm gone talkin' on the corner
Now you're gone screamin' from the front porch
I know my eyes are wide on everything
I can't set my eyes on a diamond ring
But I wanna take you for a long ride
I wanna make you feel good inside
You go on and dismiss me
I always leave you empty
What can I say?
What can I do?
I'm madly in love with you
And I don't wanna let you down
No, I don't wanna let you down
I wish I didn't leave you on empty
I wish I could leave you some gasoline
Babe, I'd like to make you feel so wired
But when I get home I'm just so tired
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6. |
Psych Numb
05:43
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Everybody always tell me
That it don’t do me no good
To try to fix what is broken
They say there ain’t no use in splintered wood
Everybody always tell me
“You don’t know nothin', kid--you’re only 21”
Well aw sorry, man
I didn’t realize you’d gotten so cynical
Quit blamin' your age for makin' you numb
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
Let me tell you ‘bout last night--I was postin’ up down round
The old neighborhood bar
I got to talkin’ to a girl named Katherine, with an accent
She brought with her from somewhere far
She said, “Aw, boy, you’re so young! Why don’t you go travel some?
Go sleep a night in another country’s bed”
I said, “Hey, Kat... You know, it seems that
You got the right idea: I’m tired of the food I’ve been fed”
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
You’re so numb
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