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to live and die in lbi
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okay i guess i'll pick it up right after the breakdown
she walks out of the crowd, her vision's kinda cloudy
the sudafeds are downs, the crowd cheered when the threw up her beer
they sat down and shook the sand from their shoes, took off their suits and they started to move
to the light of the crescent moon, to the tune of the 2 live crew

we stepped out of the jersey pines, headed straight for the neon signs
and they like the way she types underneath the flourescent lights
and she lives in the brooklyn heights, she came down on friday nights
and they all wanna meet some guys, and we all wanna meet some guys

friends like the beach patrol, they got the muscles, you can hold the soul
she says she's waitin on the steady type, then she disappears with the eyepatch guy
they stepped out of the neon signs, headed straight for the jersey pines
and she found something she likes, and she's alright but she almost died

and they all woke up at the airport in the arcade at the western concourse
that's when she said that we should do this all over
she wipes the blood from her mouth with her shoulder
said i just need a little diet cola, or maybe just a little lifter puller
i'm sick and tired of being stranded by the subway trains
i deserve a little fuck-up every once in a while
i'm sick of being scared of falling off the side of my bed

feels great, gonna dance all the way to the ending


i like the lights
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six six six am on the weekend, she's creepin out of the east end
and you said it was nothing, you just slipped and missed your ride from your girlfriends
and hey jenny, your hair looks crazy messy
did you all nod off with your shoes on, did you fuck and fall asleep on the futon?
i can't believe you were crashed out watching some movies
wake up little floozie, jenny looks a little jonesy
she said i don't quite know what happened, woke up with my dress wide open

and i like the lights and i like em pretty bright
and he pulled out a pipe in the taxi
and i like the lights and i like em pretty bright
and he took off my tights in the taxi


sherman city
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now we live in domes, and our dome's the dome that always snows
down on me, i guess she caught what was coming for me
she lets me braid her hair, but she never lets me pick out what she wears
who's that guy tellin lies behind your junior high?
he turns me on
learned to dance to the mountain song out on that grass
i think i made juanita laugh
she says we'll wake up tomorrow in the parking lot at rainbow
but everytime i see an eagle, it's a filthy fucking seagull
grab my clothes and tap my toes
i tell myself this ain't no place like rome

i know that rome's the place she always goes
down on me, and it's not just gravity
because i tell her things and things that sound the way that james brown sings the sex machine
i feel good now that you're gone

and outside the club is where we spill our drinks in memory of
all those guys that didn't make it till the dawn
she says we'll wake up all bloody in the parking lot at friendly's
but everytime i chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
i grab my clothes and blow my nose
i sell myself this ain't no place to jones

and she's proud of her sound-proof bedroom
it gets so loud, there's like thirty threesomes
and hey jones beach don't you freak when you see me
I MC sweet lemme free your party
and the boombox rocks and the microphone shocks
keep this talk inside these blocks
rooftop cops and the deadbolt locks
keep these rocks inside these socks
if we're really gonna wait, baby can't we take a shower
you look just like an otter when i push you underwater


nassau coliseum
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i've got a picture of us as sophomores
i'm in a sportcoat, you're in a stupor
you still look super, just super sonic
kind of bionic, it's sort of ironic
i was impressed, you fell out of your dress
you fell off of the porch swing, we were kind of a mess
we were kind of uncertain as to where we should kiss
didn't think that you'd diss me
did you sleep with that hippie?

and i've got a feeling like i'm in the beatles
bigger than jesus, i'm getting shot at
it's getting hectic, there's so much traffic
i might never get it, it's behind the buildings
it's guarded by cameras, studied by doctors
wrapped up in plastic, it sleeps at the airport
skips all its classes, skips like a record
used to be better, do you remember?
used to have visions, used to believe em
haven't done any heavy stuff since the nassau coliseum
i was standing in my sister's raincoat, you said that i looked debonair
the long island cops, they pulled off the top
they were wastin those longhairs, i just happened to be there when the
guy selling domestics got himself busted, he didn't have a license
couldn't be trusted
the girl selling t-shirts was kind of a freaker, first she gets handcuffed
they started to beat her, i was so angry, you had just left me
they had her pinned down, it was so easy, gotta admit it
i can't forget it, i don't regret it
that i got some kicks in

and every hippie that goes home bloody feels like a martyr back in the city
or in new jersey and not manhatten, or in the hamptons, back on campus
and out in boston and out in cambridge and out in brookline, back in brooklyn
and on the east coast, the carolinas, and in virginia and in memphis
in the twin cities and on the west coast and in alaska and coasta rica
and in jamaica and in miami, i wanna fuck you, i wanna fuck you
out on long island


kool nyc
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yeah your tonsils must've tasted like pine-sol
in the back mackin pack after pack of twenty menthols
coughin up that new york city cool


half dead and dynamite
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here's everything i remember, last dance and somebody must've slipped me a sherman
Bar band and theyre busting into "Beast of Burden" and "Working in a Coal Mine"
drippin wet with white wine cooler, lip gloss now you're spinning like a thrill ride
white cross now you're crumblin like a landslide
and we're having such a good time, what's another twenty dollars
guess it all started with some guy who walks into the bar and always ends up
fucked up in some barfly's car, right across the river liquor lasts a little later
rockin sloppy on the poppies, got your head beneath the table
in walks the queen of the clubs, 5 deep in her foam dance thugs
dripping wet with hair care drowning in designer drugs
she says hey my name's katrina but my friends call me special k
they did the "green eyed lady" right into the "lay lady lay"
and it was cool by your swimming pool, and we were dripping wet with pink zinc oxide
and she came onto the patio and we were slipping on the frozen mudslides
that's everything i remember


the bears
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thereafter we'll refer to this as the fouth and fourteenth incident
immortalized in microfiche, barcoded documents
saw you sweating on the corner you were sucking off a soda
sticky summer in the bario, didn't really think that he could be a romeo
his friends busted in screamin rodeo

thereafter we'll refer to this as the last time you attempt to kiss
some fairy bear you've barely met, put your lips on his leather vest
the mechanical bull is rubbing right though the wool of your pantleg
the linedance starts, it pounds long with your heart and you're stranded
his roommates came out, they came from under the couch and they jumped in

i laid down with the lions but they're way too lame
i went down on the tigers but they're way too tame
i know that you're scared, but i suggest you go back to the bears
your kisses taste just like skoal bandits
you're minty fresh and fucking gorgeous


hardware
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took the handjob at the hardware store, made me feel just like a man
it only took me eye contact to make him understand
swinging from the porches, your dorothy outfit's gorgeous
your costume party's awesome just some guy's being anonymous
dressed like a pirate with a head full of amyls and a gun full of ammo
key to the bathroom, you were dressed like a viking, skintight biking shorts
looking for a metaphor, hoping for a quick divorce
discofied suicide, everyone's a friend of mine
there's war against euphoria, we're up on the battle line
that didn't seem like fifteen beers


the gin and the sour defeat
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there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's always chicks
throwing up in my car
the bright lights always pick me up, the knife fights always pin me down
there's always trash hanging out at the fair, they've got roachclips in their hair
i met this girl underneath the stairs, she says she won't come up for air
little sister with your stereo sound, crash at my place but you can't make a sound
they've got wires in the walls, rats in these halls, yeah they've got cops at the malls, they've got the spys on our stalls

i met this babe at a rave you know she took to me by the stairs
i met this chick at a flick you know she hooked me up to the stars
we're all looking for one more cash advance
fat chance on the last dance

says she likes the agnostic front, they've got crazy fast guitars
says she really likes the speedy drugs, they get crazy in her car
but you've never seen destitute until you've seen that view from my baby's roof
ripped dress and the busted teeth, two weeks maybe we should sleep
and we all get freaked out when the guys come around with microphones
riot police they've got the megaphones, stuck stickin slugs in the telephone
it's a big big city like the rotodome, these baltimore homes are all in a row
but there's tension, dissention, everyone divided into factions
the newspapers are supressing information, tryna talk about the chick with the chalk outline on the side of the baltimore beltline

there's always dudes talking shit at the bars, there's always chicks throwing up in my car
there's always trash hanging out at the track, they got their copenhagen hats


viceburgh
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tiger can't talk he's got shoes to shine, said it's pretty dry
we could try the guy up on first and fifty-ninth if he's still alive
the callgirl stalls and lets her voicemail take it
she says hey i ain't here besides i quit that business
the door was locked so we knocked on the next one
and here's this guy he's got a bullet-proof vest on
said you guys look desparate,Ill give you an address
said you guys look gorgeous, dig all that blistex
and headbanger let down your hair, pull me up into your blacklight lair
take me back around your secret stairs, sell me shares in your vacant stare
missed the train and we walked around the Fens
found some beds and went down on them again

queen went clean yeah she ran out of screens
she said it's too much hassle, it's too much hustlin
i miss the people but i won't miss the feeling
of six am burnin like split lips on burbon
hey angel, remember that cat had the hat that said sharks
his jacket said jets and he signals to guys in windows of highrises
went down in dogtown, drive-thru turned into a drive-by
it left us so dry and decreasingly high, increasingly shakey
hey jerky, these trashers seem a little tweaky

yeah these hescher guys are trying to give me high fives
but they don't stick the sugar packets inside
ripped and drippin down all over the barfly
she's takin off her taven jacket last night
swear i saw your face up there in the footlights
she was mouthin the words to the national anthem
and she was liftin her skirt just like a three dollar dancer
we were hangin around just kickin "walk like a panther"
prayin that your princess will pick up her pager
sad ravers in freight elevators
sucking on skyscrapers, living on lifesavers baby


rock for lite brite
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you got a bong you call the babylon, you picked the name up from a bad brains song
hey rastafari heard you're quittin school, smoking weed and cleaning swimming pools
you smoke em up in your studio apartment, get em going with your stereo equipment
and you're hooking up the lazer show, we can use a couple visuals
when you're shakin in the darkness, and ain't it easy once you get em on the carpet
waiting on the wednesday shipment, makin love to your stereo equipment
we all go down with our connections
these feds sure ask a lot of questions
nice place for a guy who changes filters
still got bugs all over your bathroom
and here's the situation

the streets got hot when you got caught, there's dogs out in the parking lot
you just weren't ready when the shit got heavy, there's sharks out in the parking lot
then it all became like an action/adventure, looking in the mirror, reaching for your holster
bang bang now you're shooting like a soldier
your girlfriend's dead and you've got blood on your stereo system


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