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I'm ready ta
Turn around and go
Admit to what
I already know
I been waitin'
In the back a the line
Since years ago
Waitin' to get high
By gettin' low
Been shakin' my head
In disbelief
At all the weepin
And gnashing of teeth
I been waitin' in the back a
The line
For some relief
Finll'y got to the gate
And got more grief
So goodbye
Lonely
And goodbye
Longing
And to all o' the things
That havin all o' them brings
I don't want them anymore
And goodbye waiting
Goodbye to delaying
Of lettin go of the trappins'
Of all that's trapped me in
I don't want them anymore
I'm ready to turn
Myself around
Land on my plane
Before it goes down
I been standin' in the
Back a the line
Not standin' my
Ground
Had to go get lost
So I could get
Found
So goodbye memories
Goodbye to lettin' me
Hang onto all o' the things
That hangin' onto them brings
I don't want them anymore
And goodbye stayin'
Goodbye to playin'
With the one you thought knew you
But your toy outgrew you
I don't want you anymore
So goodbye worry
Goodbye to the fury
Over all o' the things
That havin' all these things brings
I don't want them anymore
And goodybe blamin'
Goodybe to shamin'
All a the things that
Havin' all a me means
I don't want them anymore
Goodbye anger
Goodbye to the danger
Of hangin' onto the things
That hangin' onto that brings
I don't want that anymore.
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2. |
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You pull up
In your new car
And trade it in
For another.
A traitor
Tradin'
And sellin'
Out his brother.
You never hesitate
To lie
To deny
What that bought you.
Well when we ask
It doesn't matter
Why ya say why
We'll know we caught you.
So there's no need to lay out traps
The cats
Will always find their way to the rats
No there's no need to lay out traps
Feral cats
Will always find their way to the rats.
Yeah you pulled up
In your new car
And traded it in for another
A traitor, tradin'
And sellin'
Out her mother
Ah you'll never hesitate to lie
To deny,
What that cost you
But when we ask
It don't matter
Your what fors for why
We'll know we caught you
So there's no need to lay out traps
The cats
Will always find their way to the rats
No there's no need to lay out traps
Feral cats
Will always find their way to the rats.
No there's no need to lay out traps
The cats
Will always
Find their way to the rats
No there's no need to lay out traps
The cool cats
Will always
Find the spoiled brats.
Instrumental
So there's no need to lay out traps
The cats
Will always find their way to the rats
No there's no need to lay out traps
Feral cats
Will always find their way to the rats.
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3. |
Close One Door Shut
03:26
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You close one wound up
You close it up
You close one wound up
And then you open up another
You close one wound up
You keep it shut
You close one wound up
And then you open up another
You keep your mouth shut
You keep it shut
You keep your mouth shut
But then you open up another
Cus when ya keep your mouth shut
When you shut up
When you keep your mouth shut
Well then you open up another
Was waitin
For someone
Ta tell ya
What ta do
Didn't know
That someone
Would be
You
Been expectin
Someone ta
Tell ya
What was true
Wasn't expectin
That someone
To be
You
You close one door up
You close it up
You close one door up
But then you open up another
Cus when ya close one door up
And ya keep it shut
When ya close one door up
Well then you open up another
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4. |
Singin' for My Supper
03:10
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Runnin' seven cards on a Saturday night
That's what I'm doin'
Make me feel alright
May I split your check
Eleven ways
That'll keep me singin'
For the rest of my days
A little pissed off
Cus your sauce wasn't on the side
Gonna go tell my boss
That your eggs weren't fried?
Well just you wait
I'm gonna get you good
The busboy just told me
That he spit in your food
Now your card's been declined
And you got no cash
Ya best not even try
To dine and dash
Ain't gonna take no shit
Cus midnight is near
And I'm a woman on a mission
To get outta here
Smile and be polite
Takin' orders left and right
Waiting for the end of the night
Where's the restroom?
Did you even try to look?
Man I wish you people would
Just stay home and cook
And stop asking stupid questions
Go and find it yourself
I can't wait to twelve!
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5. |
Practicin' Solitude
05:13
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Ya got a bad attitude
And sometimes you're rude
Crude
And socially unacceptable
When you're in a bad mood
And ya think it's all good
To be rude
Crude
And socially unacceptable
I got a bad attitude
And sometimes I'm rude
Crude
And socially unacceptable
When I'm in a bad mood
And I think it's all good
To be rude
Crude
And socially unacceptable
Well this is what's happenin'
I'm practicin'
This is what's happenin'
I'm practicin'
Solitude
How 'bout you?
What's happenin?'
I'm practicin'
This is what's happenin'
I'm practicin'
Solitude
Without you!
We got a bad attitude
Sometimes we're rude,
Crude,
And socially unacceptable
When we're in a bad mood
And we think it's all good
To be rude,
Crude,
And socially unacceptable
They got a bad attitude
And sometimes they're rude,
Crude,
And socially unacceptable
When they're in a bad mood
And they think it's all good
To be rude,
Crude,
And socially unacceptable
Well don't ya see
I'm in a bad mood
For the same reasons as you
But don't ya see
It's not all good
To be rude,
Crude,
And socially unacceptable
So this is what's happenin
I'm practicin'
This is what's happenin'
I'm practicin'
Solitude
How bout you?
What's happenin'
I'm practicin'
This is what's happenin'
I'm practicin'
Solitude
With or without you.
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6. |
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I work at night alone
Ta make my house a home
Somewhere I want to be
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs ta me.
I run up and downtown
Yeah, I get around,
So many places to see
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs ta me.
I wander around alone
The streets, or home
Don't know where else I should be
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs ta me
I run up and downtown
Yeah I get around
So many people ta see
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs ta me
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs ta me
I drink at night alone
Listen to our songs
Nowhere else
I want to be
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs to me
I go out to a show
Yeah I'm in the know
So many people to see
Cus now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs to me
I run up and downtown
Yeah I get around
So many people to be
Cus now the
Night no longer
Belongs to lovers,
The night belongs to me
Oh now the night no longer
Belongs to lovers
The night belongs to me
If not,
For lovers,
Then what's night for?
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7. |
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Bring me
Damage goods
Grace me
With presents
In bottles
With labels
That don't
Make sense
Under a watchful eye
You'll try
To diagnose me.
Well I'm mad,
but I'm not crazy.
Blame me
For the pain
You brought me
Shame me
For the stress
That you caused me
Ya got a flair for deception
That never stops to
Amaze me
So, I'm mad,
But I'm not crazy.
I'm mad,
But I'm not crazy.
Wrap me
In a blanket
Of resentment
Strap me
Down in the bed
I let ya make me.
Ya try ta fill me up
So you can pull the plug
And deflate me
Oh I'm mad,
But I'm not crazy.
Make me sick
Make it easy
To break me
So you can push me over
And pull me down
And save me
Well your cures come in waves
That no longer
Seem to phase me
Cus I'm mad
But I'm not crazy.
Yeah your blessings curse me
And only make me angry
So I'm mad,
But I'm not crazy.
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8. |
Heaven's Been Sold
05:03
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I hear
A melody
In my head
It's the song
And dance
Of the dead
Where it
Comes from
I don't know
Cus hell is here
And heaven's been
Sold
I put up
With a pain
In my neck
I listened
To the song and dance
You said
Have some suspicions
That I should go
Ya told me your religions, your visions,
But I still know
That I might die
And not know why
I might die
And not know why
Or what for?
This was all for.
I might die
And not know why
I woke up
With a ghost
In my bed
I dreamt
Of the song and dance
Of the dead
Where they come from
I don't know
Cus hell is here
And heaven's been sold
So I might die
And not know why
I might die
And not know why
Or what for
This was all for
I might die
And not know why
Well what you think you are
I think you ain't
Or I may be a sinner
And you may be a saint
So I'll wait near
While you decide
Where we'll go
Cus hell is here
And heaven's been sold
Hell is here and
Heaven's been sold
Hell is here and
Heaven's been sold
So I might die...
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9. |
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They can make me beck
Make me call
They can make me beg
Make me crawl
They can put things on ya
Try to keep me
From ya
They can make a rule
Make a law
They can shut me out
Build a wall
They can drug me with dreamin
That comes if I
Keep sleepin,
So I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you on the other side
I know,
I know.
They can't make us beck
Make us call
They can't make us beg
Make us crawl
They can't put things
On us
Try to keep us
From us
They can't make a rule
Make a law
They can't shut us out
Build a wall
Cus when it's too much to bear
We'll wake up from this nightmare
And I'll meet you...
Where
Is this world
Goin.....
To?
Oh what
Is this World comin'
To?
Where
Is this world
Goin
To?
Well, wherever it's goin'
I'm comin' with
You
So I'll meet you...
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Nuclear Family Fantasy explores the impact of growing up with the illusion that the nuclear family is still the ideal. Their songs convey the struggles with addiction and mental health that sometimes result from being expected to continue believing in the attainability of the American Dream. ... more
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