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lonely in a limousine
--
she puts those lips like a leech up to the sex on the beach
sandy, sticky, baby mickey did the miss you
she's got the action, you've got the issues
yeah she left the ATM and she headed straight into the DEA

and all these chesterfield chicks, they hate the camel lights girls
with their filthy mouths and their long strings of pearls
you've got the action, she's got the issues
yeah we're drippin wet with pigs and it's high time we got off of the cape
i think we best get outta this game

she stumbled up sideways
i don't know how she got so high before she got to the airplane
double's just a dollar more when you're living in an airport bar
and i got everything i need at the duty-free
peter panned into NYC and took the non-stop night into gay paris

bruised hips from doin the bump too much
loose lips from slippin the tongue too much
you're smokin and drinkin, gettin sick trying to kick
and you're drinkin and you're drivin, and your friends are calling you and me the chappaquiddick kids
and the police have just released an announcement calling for the immediate apprehension
of the issues and the action


candy's room
--
baby ain't you heard about the night club called the nice nice
they got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other wednesday night
i can see all the stains in your white tights
when you stand in the black lights down at the nice nice
and we were born in these night clubs and you make those propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs
you'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of the night
if you're still at the nice nice

livin large and feelin small (livin large, livin large)
gettin nice with night club dwight in the bathroom stall, he got the margin call
now let's get a little marginal

she's small and sweet but she's a straight up theif
she puts the lipstick in her pocket and then she casually leaves
he's big and strong but he's halfway gone
he puts the pipe up to his mouth then he casually breathes


space humping $19.99
--
think about what you've got and compare it to what i've got
now what do you think my girl wants, my girl wants
think about what i've got and compare it to what you've got
what do you think my girl wants, my girl wants
what do you think my girl wants?

don't call her lazy cause she's crazy 'bout the daytime tv
channel 3 look at me, i'm a real wheel watcher
they think i'm smart, they think it's art but then i start with a crash
i'm just a brash trash talker

i like some funky drums but i hate some clunky drummers
and i saw what your girl did last summer

she said it looks like a binge she said it felt like a blast
woke up in the grass with the assless chaps
looks like a blast she said it felt like a binge
woke up with your friend in the indian fringes
bring on the bedspins, bring on the mini-thins
bring on the bedspins, bring on the mini-thins
and she was bombed on the bass and the bombay gin
she stumbled in

that's when she said she says it's great gettin high
i want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes
said it's great gettin high
i want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes
and think about what you've got compare it to what i've got and ask yourself
what do you think my girl wants?


manpark
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these guys they gather in the public garden
they're duckin into shrubs, crawlin out all smilin
and if you're into drugs i guess we're golden
and if ain't that sucks but it sure beats starvin

i'm like a pied piper, lead the kids into rats, lead the rats to the water
i'm turnin teens into fiends, lead em straight to the slaughter
i got the stuff that gets em slippin in the shower

with the power to the people makin money with their mouths
power to the people makin money with their mouths
yeah hangin out with people makin money with your mouth
power to the people makin money their mouthsv yeah you're stickin out your tongue, rub it all around
you're stickin out your tongue and you rub it all around right
on the outskirts of the downtown

angels hurt and high in exaltation
slip slidin on the lubrication
hadn't seen the eyepatch guy since the LBI
yeah 1999's comin up on a cool corvette
she put her fingers on my neck just like a tourniquet
he popped me in his mouth just like a cigarette and then he split

woke up up on 15th and franklin
with a straight looking chick and the prick that she picked up at the nankin
did my little bit in the bathroom
took a taxi back to 15th and franklin

katrina this is serious, jaunita eat the evidence
the manhunts always start down in the manpark
the manhunts always start out in the manpark
it starts with the sharks


lake street is for lovers
--
(yes yes y'all)
standin on the corner makin eyes at the commuters makin eyes
(yes yes y'all)
livin on a barstool and lyin to the barflies tellin lies
(alright alright)
your arms look just like speaker cords you crawled out of the pager store
(smokin weed and makin money)
your eyes they look like open sores you made love to the jersey shore
(livin large livin large)
these bathroom stalls they're speakin volumes on your ethical slips
(alright alright, lifter puller)
matriculated new haven and bridgeport's when you're turnin all your tricks
(smokin weed and makin money)
the swindles and the bindles are keepin you from sleepin
(yes yes y'all)
tattoo mags and the sandwich bags and now you've lost your feeling


nice, nice
--
night club dwight can take a negative vibe and then infuse it with the positive youth
night club dwight can take a little white lie and confuse it with a meaningless truth
one night dwight he got a little bit toothy now they all call him the good doctor tooth
one night dwight got all goofy on the roofies now they all call him the fiddler on the roof

it's never just the hefenrefer, it's never just the bartles and james
the wine tastes like propane, stains wash right out in the white rain
and if landsdowne's like a lariat, then the nice nice is a noose
and the positive youth's shootin hoops slippin roofies in your jungle juice

when night club dwight starts to talk about us gettin some rocks
he ain't talking 'bout the ice cubes
when night club dwight starts to talk about gettin some rocks
he ain't talking 'bout the ice cubes
when night club dwight starts to talk about the ice he ain't talkin 'bout the frozen water
he's talkin 'bout the diamonds and where we can find them and who we can sell em to and stuff like that

hey bright eyes are your synapses dimed
that's not just cork that's floatin round in your wine
the drinks taste like pantene, the visine wipes clean all the bad dreams
if landsdowne's like a lariat, then the nice nice is a noose
yeah we don't go on dates we go out in big groups with the roofies in our jungle juice

remember jenny back from i like the lights she said
well i like you dwight but i don't like the pipe
the things that you put in your pipe like your life
now jenny missed her ride and she's takin off her tights
in the back seat of some taxi
we went from upstairs at the nice nice up to franklin up by 15th
and jenny got dressed as they circled the block
they did the secret knock and stuck their hands through the mail slot
and one, two, three, four, that's the way that jenny scores

and it's never just the liquor alone, and now we're prayin that you'll pick up the phone
return all these pages yeah this party's outrageous
everyone left and now the crash is contageous
and the ravers they rose up right in unison
attacked the bathroom and ransacked all the medicine
pills administered just like communion
this is the body and the blood and the love and the blacklights on your white tights
the clubs are just like caves, these club kids are just slaves and these afterbars are just like their graves
it's the end of the night and now jenny's creepin back to the east end
shot through with the sunlight


katrina and the k-hole
--
she says this isn't a rave, it's a party
and i said i'm sorry, god bless the dj
these guys with their eyes in their visors are a good place to start
if you're lookin for k
our teachers they call her katrina but really
when you're speeding towards sunrise, katrina's a bit much to say
now we just call her k, and her boyfriend's the bass
he's got guts he's got grace, he's the boy with the pipe in his face


cruised and accused of cruising
--
she had a lion-like mane, she had the jaws like a skillcrane
and she was drippin wet with rum punch and hangin off the video games
at some sea-side arcade you know she looked pretty played
and we were bored on the boardwalk so we just started talkin
and there's laws against loitering so we all started walkin
we ended up back at my place, we mixed the ripple and the champagne
yeah and things got kinda strange

she said hey my name's juanita but the guys they call me ll cool j
cause i been here for years and you can't call it a comeback
if you never even been away and i ain't never been no place
she said these sea-side towns they get pretty grey after labor day
and could you be the boy who take we away into fortune or fame?

i said maybe not the fame but possibly the flames
maybe not the fame but possibly the flames and then i asked her
do you like lightin fires, do you like lightin fires
i been lookin for a fire lighter for hire
do you like lightin fires, do you like lightin fires


touch my stuff
--
i guess it starts with the sharks, i guess it gets to the jets
i guess these bloods they can't stop bleeding
the fighting started friendly enough, now everybody's makin love
to guns and tons of biker drugs

we used to fight with our fists, we used to fight over chicks
and we kissed at the flicks and people got pissed
and they spit from the balcony
these english majors wanna be some super genius novelists
they end up music journalists, chicks ain't that into it

we are the troubadours and these are the news reports
here we are in the holy war gettin lost in the liquor store
makin love to hardwood floors, now we go into the 4/4

we did the black and the tans into the black and the blue
we did the goats head soup into the tattoo you
and the crazy fruity drinks you made, the grey goose and the gatorade
the liquid tan and lemonade, made love to the waiting game

and the right brigade, that's the funny thing
it ain't just a money thing it's a question of community
the liberty, the exctasy, the love, the drugs, the unity
and the busts they look just like the hey kool-aid commercial
breakin down the walls and they're tippin over tables and it tastes great

i hate these strychnine shakes, looking for a closer
clawin through the record crates, primpin like a poseur
slippin through the subway grates, and you're tryin to get underground


lie down on landsdowne
--
love is a lot like landsdowne street
the h and the k, the way we get with every guy that we meet
it's pretty sweet, always find someplace to get some sleep
sometimes we sleep with sheiks, sometimes we sleep with the straight-up freaks
roll around with such tweaky creeps

down by the docks we pull the rocks from their socks
they pulled the six from their shoes, spilled the blues on his hatband
he's in a rock band, they're called the wristband, and they're sluggin out in clubland
the dancer overdid it with the liquid tan, love to talk about the liquid tan
she said didn't know you did it too i knew you did a little distribution
we're all just sitting dreaming and applyin cream on our abrasions
and memorizing the rock rags

sometimes we sleep with stars, we get off in fancy cars
mostly it's 3-2 bars and scars and tar
sometimes it's so wide open, rollin on the floor and moanin for me
the floosy gangsters, the gangster floozies
so concerned to learn that movies are just movies
the bitchy rock bands, the rock band bitches
hitched to the hits and the misses gettin hitched to all those
scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
the scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
scumbags, junk jags and the rock rags
and the scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
we're the jet lag
we're the dime bags
we're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags
we're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags


lifter puller vs. the end of the evening
--
we hit the nightlife like deer in the headlights
frozen jonesing and uptight with the stage frights
think it's gonna be alright
now you're tanner you're thinner you drink right through dinner
there's needles and pinners as prizes for the winners
love is like a battle of the bands, crank up your amps man

i'm pretty tight with the lake street vice
we get together like the fleas and the lice might
i'm pretty nice to my lake street vices
one flat out begs me, the other entices
and i'm nailed to the nightlife like christ on the cross
got a terrible cough, my skin is like see-thru
i've been tryin to meet you, dyin to reach you
it's too late for liquor but we could get some 3-2
we could always get some 3-2
we could always get some 3-2

3-2-1, are you still havin fun
1-2-3, yeah is this still a party
it looks an awful lot like a city to me
and it seems pretty dangerous
1-2-3, yeah is this still a party
3-2-1, they just got too many guns
too many guns
and too many tongues

we did the sangre de stephanie right into the stephanie says
fallin off the flatbed wasted and dancin
holdin hands and speedin into scranton to the stephanie says
at the tail end of some crazy ravey binge
your friend in the indian fringes looks an awful lot like frampton
before the trash got crucified, they loaded up on those curly fries
and pontias pilate was just night club dwight in disguise


the flex and the buff result
--
well the chainsmoker he called the stockbroker
he said hell i hate to sell we've been doin really well
but i need a little liquidity you know i think they might be onto me

you see we all went down to meet that guy with the eyepatch
and i was nervous i was naseous i was drippin wet with heat rash
and the stark bar's filled with cardsharks and the carparks they get so dark
and the false starts make me jumpy and those chicks were just so dumpy
and those pimps with the shrimps from the blimpie up on 5th street
i shoulda known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy

finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives, he was drippin wet with gin fizz
he was half dead and dynamite
with the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band
a big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan
he cooled himself off with a japanese handfan
motioned for silence and then he began, he said

you know this clown they call the night club dwight
he's got a place called the nice nice that he won rollin dice dice
dwight likes the lights he likes roamin the foam
now dwight's never home now that dwight's got a jones
dwight was pretty nice when he took out that loan from us
now dwight don't got the courtesy to pick up the phone for us
made a joke and leaned in close and then he spoke, he said
i want night club dwight dead in his grave
i want the nice nice up in blazes


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