1. |
Because I Can
01:59
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Because I Can
If you wonder how I steal and I lie,
And I don’t bat an eye,
It’s cus I can.
I get to live in the sky,
I don’t have to ask why,
Just know I can.
You don’t get some of the pie,
Cus it’s all mine to buy,
Because I can.
Don’t matter who I am,
I just get all I can,
Because I can.
If you wonder how I cheat and I scam
And I don’t give a damn,
It’s cus I can.
Don’t matter the supply,
I create the demand,
Because I can.
If you wonder why I fuck your life up,
And I don’t give a fuck,
It’s cus I’m always hard up,
No matter how much
I have it’s never enough,
So I huff and I puff,
And I blow your house down,
And I build my own town,
Why?
Because I can.
Why?
Because I can.
Don’t matter how you cheat and you scam,
And you don’t give a damn.
Or you steal and you lie,
And you don’t bat an eye.
Or try to fuck my life up,
Cus you don’t give a fuck.
We’re saying your time is up,
Aw no, you’ve had enough.
Why?
Because we can.
Why?
Because we can.
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2. |
When I Get Paid
02:41
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When I Get Paid
I’m gonna get my hair done
When I get paid.
I’m gonna go out and have fun
When I get paid.
I’m gonna take a road trip
When I get paid.
I’m gonna do a back flip
When I get paid.
Cus I can’t do shit,
Until I get paid.
Go to the doctor for a checkup
When I get paid.
I’m gonna get my car a tune up
When I get paid.
I’m gonna buy vitamins
When I get paid.
I’ll be so excited when
I finally get paid.
Cus I can’t do shit,
Until I get paid.
I’m gonna get therapy
When I get paid.
I’m gonna take care of me
When I get paid.
I’m gonna have a party
When I get paid.
Yeah, all your drinks are on me
When I get paid.
But I can’t do shit,
Until I get paid.
All the things I’m gonna get,
When I get paid.
When I go out to eat
I’ll even order an appetizer.
I’ll drink champagne,
Instead of Budweiser.
I’m gonna buy a warm coat
When I get paid.
Take a ride in an airboat
When I get paid.
But I can’t do shit,
Until I get paid.
All the things I’m gonna get,
When I get paid.
Tickets to a Knicks game
When I get paid.
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
When I get paid.
I’ll buy expensive hot chocolate
When I get paid.
With all that money in my pocket
When I get paid.
Gonna go and see a show,
Sit up in the front row,
Maybe buy a Van Gogh
When I get paid.
Get my phone an upgrade,
Have my clothes all custom made,
Buy a pair of new shades
When I get paid.
I’ll give out huge tips,
Gonna subscribe to Netflix,
Man, I’m gonna shake my hips
When I get paid.
Buy a bunch of books secondhand,
Finally pay back all my friends,
Go on tour with my band
When I get paid.
But I can’t do shit,
Until I get paid.
All the things I’m gonna get,
When I get paid.
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3. |
Guns & Boobs
02:27
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Guns and Boobs
I don’t care about Russia,
Or how Stalin and Lenin
Became the ambassadors
For bad Communism.
Don’t care how a system meant
To keep the workin’ people fed
Ended up with those workin’ folks
And so many others dead, I just want the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
All I want are the guns and boobs!
Can’t be entertained without the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Don’t wanna talk about the CIA
Or Operation Condor.
And how they forced false confessions
With torture.
Don’t wanna hear about Somoza
And those fighting Sandinistas,
Just wanna spend my time with empty-minded
Squares and fashionistas, and I just want the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
All I want are the guns and boobs!
Can’t be entertained without the guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Don’t wanna learn about the doctrines
Of those that we’ve elected,
And find out how repression then and now
Are all connected.
Only sex and violence
Can be the main attraction.
Somebody must’ve learned the formula
For apathy and distraction, cus I just want the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
All I want are the guns and boobs!
Can’t be entertained without the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Truman’s CIA remorse
Agreements made with use of force.
National security
Imposin’ it’s authority.
FBI tappin’ our phones,
Killin’ kids with bombs and drones.
Misbehavin,’ truth evadin’
Overthrowin’ and invadin’
Operation, occupation,
Classified documentation.
All that seems like boring news,
Gimme gimme guns and boobs.
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
All I want are the guns and boobs!
Can’t be entertained without the
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
Guns and boobs!
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4. |
Tell Him You Love Him
02:51
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Tell Him You Love Him
He’s got ya split open wide,
He’s got ya ripped up inside,
He’s got ya tellin’ him you love him.
He’s got your heart askin’ why,
Why ya stay by his side,
Why you keep tellin’ him you love him.
Well what do you do,
When no one’s told you?
Well what do you do,
When no one’s told you?
Ya tell him that you love him.
He’s got ya up every night,
Got you not leavin’ his sight,
He’s got ya tellin’ him you love him.
He’s got ya sick of thinkin’ twice,
Think you could use some advice,
Cus you keep tellin’ him you love him.
Well what do you do,
When no one’s told you?
Aw what do you do,
When no one’s told you?
Ah you tell him that you love him
And then leave him.
When you look into his eyes,
And all you recognize
Is you’ve been the victim of his own demise,
Ya tell him that you love him,
And then leave him.
When ya see his face,
And all ya see is a disgrace,
That’s when ya know it’s time to leave this place,
So ya tell him that you love him,
And then leave him.
Just cus you picked him
Doesn’t mean ya have to stay
And stay a victim.
You’d do well to obey this dictum,
And tell him that you love him,
And goddamn please leave him.
It’s time,
Best to lose in love than to lose your mind.
When you’re bein’ treated so unkind aq
Ya tell him that you love him
And then ya leave him!
Leave him!
Leave him!
Leave him!
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5. |
Bleeding Heart
04:00
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You get your news
However it suits you.
So you don’t have to see
What you don’t want to.
Oh, how I’ve tried
To help you see the other side.
But you wanna be my guide
Cus you think I can’t decide
For myself.
You found where I hide,
Yeah, you identified me.
And no you deride
All the things I liked about me.
Well what makes sense to you
Don’t make sense to me,
So you laugh at me
And make a mockery
Of my bleeding heart,
My bleeding heart.
Well what you don’t have to see
Is no matter what you believe
Ain’t gonna change the beating
Of my bleeding heart,
My bleeding heart.
It bleeds for you.
I don’t subscribe
To all that surrounds you.
I know my vibe
It probably astounds you.
Cus I’m not impressed
With what you think grounds you.
Not when you don’t wanna see
Whatever you don’t want to.
So what makes sense to you
Don’t make sense to me,
Keep makin’ fun of me,
Makin’ a mockery of my bleeding heart.
Well, what you don’t have to see
Is no matter what you believe
Ain’t gonna change the beating
Of my bleeding heart,
My bleeding heart.
It bleeds for you.
It’s getting high time, this is the right time
To overthrow you.
Don’t know if you’d even notice,
You might be too oId to.
Well I can’t keep letting you, you’re unqualified to
Keep tellin’ me what to do, yeah all the rumors are true
I should scare you,
I should scare you.
Cus what makes sense to me
Don’t make sense to you.
I won’t make fun of you,
I’ll just stop listenin’ to
My bleeding heart.
And when we take ya down,
And we take your crown,
And chase ya out of town,
There ain’t no getting around it
My bleeding heart, my bleeding heart
Won’t bleed for you.
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6. |
When I Get Home
04:05
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When I Get Home
Well I’m sittin’ here waitin’
For your ghost to come to the door.
And take me to the places
I’ve already been before.
I don’t know where I’m goin’
But I know where I shouldn’t go.
Don’t know what I’m not knowin,’
But I do know what I know.
I know I don’t want you to be there when I get home.
And I don’t want you to follow me where I roam.
And I don’t wanna live in fear that you’re not gone.
No I don’t want you to be there when I’m home.
So many restless moments,
So many sleepless nights.
Not knowin’ if you’re comin’
Or leavin’ me tonight.
To go where you’ve been goin’
Into the great unknown.
Leavin’ me here moanin’ and groainin,’
Why don’t you just leave me alone.
Because I don’t want you to be there when I get home.
And I don’t want you to follow me when I roam.
And I don’t wanna live in fear that you’re not gone.
No I don’t want you to be there when I’m home.
You’re not helping me, you’re haunting me
You’re not helping me, you’re haunting me.
You’re not helping me, you’re haunting me
You’re not helping me, you’re haunting me.
You’re no longer helping me,
You’re hurting me.
So just let me be,
Let me leave.
So many years have gone now,
And the waiting’s gotten old.
Time can’t heal all wounds,
When so many truths remain untold.
I don’t know what I don’t know,
But that don’t matter anymore.
Cus I’m gettin’ out of town now,
Now I’m walkin’ out the door.
And I don’t want you to be there when I get home.
And I don't want you to follow me where I roam.
And I’m not gonna live in fear that you’re not gone.
Cus I’m not gonna let you be there when I’m home.
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7. |
I Burn (Toadies cover)
03:39
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8. |
Wikipedia Page
02:49
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Wikipedia Page
I don’t need a Grammy,
A documentary
A biography written about me, nah!
I just want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
Don’t need no Oscar, an Academy,
A bunch of people takin’ photos of me.
I just wanna act, man! And
I want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
I’d like to think somebody thought
My life was important enough, yeah
To write a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
Don’t need no five car garage
For all my five big cars.
Don’t need my name on any of those Hollywood stars,
I just want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
Don’t need no private jet,
Or to go to that gala at The Met,
I just wanna be outta debt. Oh! And
I want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
I’d like to think somebody thought
My life was important enough, yeah
To write a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
Don’t need to sell out Madison Square Garden,
Or buy my own island,
I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need.
I just want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s my legacy!
A Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
Don’t need no mansion,
Private estate,
Don’t need another billionaire,
Not with what’s at stake.
Don’t need no servant
To serve my meal,
Don’t need it all until
There’s nothin’ left to steal.
Don’t need no politicians,
Don’t need another war,
Don’t need it all until
There’s nothin’ anymore.
Don’t need another empire,
No silver spoon,
Don’t need no dick shaped rocket
To fly me to the room.
I just want a Wikipedia page about me!
That’s my legacy!
A Wikipedia page about me!
That’s all I want!
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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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