1. |
Fonzie Jumps The Shark
02:45
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The air stung the back of my throat that night
And I could see my words linger in the frost
As my breath limped across the night
A ghost . . . a ghost
With a broken home and broken soul
Never home and never whole
You fill the half empty glass only for me to smash
There’s a glass half full of lessons I saved
What can I say?
I’m an optimist these days
So I’m just talk
You’ll say to yourself
So now I’m jumping the shark When
I’m waving you onward
Into oncoming traffic
And you hit the breaks
But it’s too late
To fix your mistakes
That haven’t been forgotten
They haven’t been forgotten
We’ll see who’s talk
When the driver’s side impact of an oncoming hatchback
Pins your body in half
And leaves your life a wreck
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2. |
Broseph Stalin
03:01
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It’s been far too long since I've seen or heard from you
And all things considered I was probably wrong to assume
And every night’s another coal
You’re burning hot in hunger’s bed
You’re breaking out in fevers
You touch the back of your hand on your forehead
And we’ll talk about the past like things have never changed
But you and I both know that things aren't the same
We could leave it all behind
Straighten out your head
But I know most things aren't as easily done as said
Taking steps forward to land on my back
So I’m walking down sidewalks avoiding the cracks
We got to move on
So let’s move on
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3. |
Wolf Man
01:32
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I suffer from this complex
Provides me with panic attacks
I can’t seem to fall asleep
My head is always spinning
This tightness that resides in my chest
Will find its way into my head
If I lose control of it I don’t know what I’ll do next
There was this time last week
Found myself lying in the streets
Woke up to a kid standing over me
He must have thought I was dead
I can’t remember shit after nights like this
And I can’t lie to you
I got to tell the truth
I think I may be a teen werewolf
I tend to howl at the moon
Especially when it’s so fucking full
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4. |
Next Door... Jackass
01:59
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I make this my work through
Understanding how we never make it out
We lay out these fields and play amongst out enemies
But I won’t let it define me
Cause I’m better off
And we’re still equal
We have the time to change
From this point forward no longer will we fall
And no more placing blame
Our feet won’t fail us now
(Fail us now)
As long as we keep trying
We keep trying
And if you fall just get back up
(Get back up)
cause you’re worth it
(Just know you’re worth it)
Wake up wake up . . . wake up wake up
(Know you’re worth it)
Cause you’re worth it
I make this my work through
Understanding how we never make it out
We lay out these fields and play amongst out enemies
But I won’t let it define me
Cause I’m better off
And we’re still equal
We have the time to change
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We keep receiving letters addressed to good men who I don’t believe exist
And I couldn’t get it out of my head when they said what they said
“We’re not good actors, just that bad of people when we pretend not to care”
Well, I’m in and out of it these days, most days I’m hardly there
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I know you’re no good at secrets
Been this way since we were kids
I know there’s no use in trying
Everything turns out the same
I’m no different
But isn’t that what we all say
When our back’s against the wall
And we’re fighting off a mob
Of angry critics and long gone cynics
Which we truly do belong
But I just can’t bring myself to call this home
I’m no different, I’m no different
But isn’t that what we all say
(What we all say)
I’m no different, I’m no different
But isn’t that what we all say
(What we all say)
I know you’re no good at secrets
Been this way since we were kids
I know there’s no use in trying
Everything turns out the same
When your back’s against the wall
And you’re fighting for yourself
Against an angry mob
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7. |
Casablumpkin
02:28
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I have barely said a word or meant the ones I said
But can you really blame me for this one?
You could hardly tell at all
That I was even there
These one way conversations
The dialogue grows stale
I let the worst of me
Get the best of me
I think the anger made me shake
And I can’t stand how you look at me
When I get this way
You barely said a word or meant the ones you said
But I can’t really blame you for this one
I could hardly tell at all
The door ripped of the hinge
Framed by walls with holes in them
Boxed up in a room were this all begins
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8. |
No Need For Sheets
01:56
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And as we walk these streets
We pay no attention to our feet
We just try to keep the pace
The way I keep the pace
So 123 come follow me
I’ll teach you a few things
About how life really should be
And if I were to give you some advice
Stop thinking and start acting right now
And I’ll take your advice
No more running from past lies
I’d rather say everything
Than say nothing at all
So say what you mean when you mean it
Cause those who choose to
They lose their minds
And the ones that don’t
WET THE BED.
And if I were give you some advice
Stop calling
I wet it
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Soviet Sleeper Agent North Wales, Pennsylvania
Pop Punk band from North Wales, PA
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