Chicks seem to dig it when you get in a fight so i guess I will. Chicks seem to dig it when your pants are tight but Iím wondering still. Would they be cool, if I had no job and a broken down car? well I for one have got to say that this say that this chick thing is going too far.

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Chicks seem to dig it, even when they call each other whore, and they wind up on the floor, always wanting more. You say you know for sure, but you don't know no more. Chicks seem to dig it

Chicks seem to dig it when you make them laugh so I tell them a joke. Chicks seem to like it when you act bad ass so i guess i should smoke. All that romantic stuff when you call them the moon and the stars, well I for one have got to say that this chick thing is going too far

Chicks dig it when u go to the store and you buy them a gift, but they don't dig it when you go out and you shoplift. You think they'd like it if I spoke to them in a British voice? I like to rely on my charm but in this case I've got no choice

Had a photo painted in blood,
said her dj was a world class stud.
Did whatever she could,
'till one day she fell in the mud.

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Aw shit, Here comes the remix, play it on the radio.

She gave a dj a dream,
to play music from somebody else.
But now that she's dead and gone,
I guess I'll have to do it myself.

Not gonna take it, not with a potato.
Not gonna have it, not with diced carrots.
Not gonna do it, not with beef stew.
I do it for you.

The other night I was talking to myself, only me and just myself, rearranged upon the shelf. I kept my distance, 'cuz I knew you needed time, and the feeling's so sublime when you stalk me all the time. I carried you, but I found it was too late, 'cuz you're nothing but dead weight, it's something I've grown to hate

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I'm getting with it, I'm a little more focused
I'm talking trash but I'm scared of you

I feel an urge to color between the lines, because I make rules intertwine, and I'm shaking all the time. And my dog, he makes me feel so dumb, so unthinking and so numb, just like back when I was young. When all the girls sit around and watch me sing, and you gave me back your ring so I guess we're not a thing.

I packed my bags and said I was on my way, but you knew just what to say, and you told me I was gay. I fought the battle that took place inside my mind. Which was very hard to find, I was born without a spine. When you set me free... you never let me be.

Now I understand it's fun to sleep beneath an Iron Sun. You foolish little child. It's like when you watch me from the side. Your eyes are blue like cyanide. Stand still and just go wild.

You are woman. This much you know. Do you stick with the plan? Do you go with the flow? I've seen you speak on every move reversed tracing as you mince along across the universe.

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She's got a hand on her arm and it spins in a circle. She's a backwards girl. She has a peace sign on her shoe, as she re-does all her moves. Backwards girl.

You have a wrist-watch and it spins the wrong way. You told me you hated scotch, that it helped you to sleep thru the day. As much as I'd like to see you through everything, I've got no time on my hands...

You're head's on backwards as you stroll down the road. Are you too cute for words, have you baggage to unload? Are you a sight for sore eyes in your own special way? Does that make you fantasize? Would you like to be forward someday?

Dare disturb the rest of two thousand years, with your foolish request of mountains high. Poisonous blow darts will be lying in your wake. Only the pure of heart will be first to die.

I'm lost again, in your ninja sleep wave, trying to find a safer pocket. I found a weekday, where I keep my fears. The fears of keeping your picture in my locket

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Back from the dead again For ten minutes or so. Back from the dead again Until you leave me alone

So I'm chasing you through caves, and baring all my fangs. Appeased by former slaves, who done me wrong. Treacherous fools, who've been keeping me up again, trying to lose these ghouls who've been long gone.

I found a place, where the love is tainted. Run through grains of sand time and time again. I thought that I might have had a chance with you, but it was only a means to an end.

Take you aside, we go long we go high. Because together we stand, and tomorrow we die. So come with me, sing along. It is real, it's not wrong, and it is all in good fun, come let's fly into the sun.

Close your eyes, count to ten, you can trust me my friend. We'll be together again, this is far from the end. Two can conquer the Earth, in a time of rebirth. I formed you up from the dirt, our power will I assert

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My famous Last words are these, and I will still love her, only she. For I am leaving this world now, come with me. I said I'm leaving this world now, come with me.

Today the spirit moves you to scream and to fight. Tomorrow it will be you, that screaming spirit of white. So throw down your guns, and take up your cross. Be sure that you stay awake, or else the spirit is lost.

Congratulations, you're the tallest smurf.
You're defending, your abandoned turf.
Ain't you proud of nothing special?
Trust me that ain't that great.

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You might as well just retire.
Sit on the couch and watch your self perspire.
Is there anything that you aspire-to be?

Look at you you drive around,
spreading your blues all across my town.
Ain't got time to write no songs.
Sittin' inside all day long.

Hey, you've got no rhyme with your reason.
You've mixed up weather with seasons.
One way to end all your greiving

Livin in a apartments on the upper west side.
Ain't got no souls with which to confide.
Got another paycheck in your side.
Get off your damn couch and go outside.

Man's got to work hard, buy a house, buy a life.
Gotta work to keep his kids in school, gotta work to please his wife.
It's amazing how they tell him, just what he can't and can.
I'm surprised that no one tells him how to be a man.

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And life moves on without you, and you leave it all behind.
And life moves on without you, and you don't even mind.

Spend the best years of his life, working his hands to the bone.
And at the end of that, the best he gets is his name on an epitaph
inscribed in stone.

It has been about two weeks and we're trying very much
And I'm straining not to freak but its been about two weeks
Well I'm bound to miss her touch and things keep tipping over
Yeah I hate it very much probably cuz I miss her touch

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Wanna watch TV? she says yeah that's never sounded better Iím not asking what she means, I'm not trying to forget her

Matt he says I get a look its the one he can't explain
Now he's feeling like a crook stole a glimpse at my old look
I wish the weekend werenít so far its too God damn far between
I wish Icould steal a car because walking there is much more far

And yeah I haven't been so neat cuz you're flashing in my mind
Got some problems with 'discreet' when you make me more complete
Yeah it makes me glad to say when you beam at me those eyes
And you'll probably get your way but I think Iím glad that way

Want to see you,
I guess you can imagine why.
Turnin stomach,
I had something else in mind.

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Every night, you're stuck on the same two feet.
You wonder why you're so beat
Yeah, every night you wonder why to yourself,
why it's always lather, rinse and repeat.

Not too rough now,
unless you want me to.
I'm so happy
maybe I could kill you.

Burning rubber
Maybe cause you're stuck in drive.
Secret lover
Watchin' sparks fly right outside.

I put my feet up in the car and we're driving along. Just singing that song, Just a singing that song. I put my feet up in the car and we're drivin along. Just singing this song. Just a singing this song.

I pick up my shoes. No worries or dues, yeah. I put my feet up in the car and we're drivin along. Singing a song, singiní a song, well, just singiní a song.

I can see you, in the rain
Where the sun don't ever shine
Ever never, in the dark
I might see you driving by
But I can't see your face in the dark
As I hit you driving by

I guess I shouldn't complain,
since modern music's what's been keepin me sane.
Cause you gotta have somethin to hate.
I guess I'm being kind of rough,
and I'm not nearly fair enough.
But it's been one hell of a wait.

*(Cause) All of your favorite rock stars are dead. And you know that
it's all of your fault.*

To talk about abolishing rape,
while asian women feed you grapes,
is to put all those others to shame.
And when you try so hard to sound smart,
and tell people not to mess with your art,
even though all your songs are the same.

*(Cause) All of your favorite rock stars are dead. And you know that
it's all of your fault.*

You'd lie to some fanatic teens,
to get your face on a magazine.
Is there even a heart in your chest?
Anyone could do your job.
When did you decide you were God?
Is this smoke and hairspray really your best?