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All The Kids In LA
01:41
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Hey, Charlie, spin it ‘til it’s dimed.
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Let It Ride
03:12
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I’m headed out tonight for a real cheap thrill. I got trashcan charm and a bag of pills. My face ain’t much, but it pays the bills. I’m just another drunk in another bar murdering songs on a dead guitar. They wreck my fist, but could fix my heart. Did you come to watch me choke again? Rock & roll is my favorite sin. Man, I don’t know if I’m good at it, but I’m too in love or dumb to quit. Did you come to watch me choke again? I’m a skeleton wrapped in gasoline. I don’t give a damn ‘bout a goddamn thing. Double or nothing. Let it ride. I’m a lousy bet, but I ain’t tonight.
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Bam Rang Rang
03:33
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Downtown lust, switchblade blues, runaway stutter going tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick boom. Lipstick thump, baby, I’m bulletproof. Boulevard thunder going tick-tick-tick-tick-tick. Bam rang rang. Go bam rang rang. The deadbeat bang of heartbreak city. I’m a cigarette with nothing to lose. I’m a filthy rat, a heart attack, a no-good nothing with an itch to scratch. Bam rang rang. Go bam rang rang. The deadbeat bang of heartbreak city. I got a dimestore strut and a cold gin stare. I’m a loaded gun with a sawed-off sneer. You betcha.
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Tommy In The 80s
02:58
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It’s Saturday night. The city is loud. The streets are alive. It’s Saturday night. Tommy’s on the radio coming to life. It’s Saturday night. There’s lust on my lips and rust on the lights. It’s Saturday night. Hangin’ out the window and bangin’ the dial, listenin’ to Tommy Alright. It’s Saturday night. I’m dizzy on eights and achin’ on fives. It’s Saturday night. Faster and louder and totally wired, listenin’ to Tommy Alright.
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Nobody Say Nothing
02:36
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Just hush. Nobody say nothing. Shut up. Nobody say nothing. You walked out on my first breath. We were both barely alive. You chose cheap sex while me and my Mom just cried. You hung around for a year or some, then finally split for good. I don’t care much.I mean, everyone knew you would. Just hush. Nobody say nothing. Shut up. Nobody say nothing. Your blood is filthy and stuck inside my skin. It won’t kill me, but sometimes I wish it did.
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Nowhere Bus
01:57
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I’m a one-way ticket on a nowhere bus.
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Stiff
03:02
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Stiff, a-make-a me stiff. Stiff. Swindle my hips. Whip me ‘til I choke. Skin me like an animal. Stiff, a-make-a me stiff. Stiff. Scissor my lips. Whip me ‘til I choke. Skin me like an animal. Shout it out loud. Stiff.
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Born To Raise Hell
02:17
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Born to raise hell. I’m always drunk. I wear it well. Born to raise hell. I’d sober up, but I’d just fail. Born to raise hell. I strum like Thunders, cuss and yell. Born to raise hell. Another sucker dressed for jail. Born to raise hell. I’m knuckles up. I’ll thump your bell. Born to raise hell. A dirty hand the world got dealt. Born to raise hell.
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Sticky Thumbs
02:45
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Cadillac slummin’, skiddin’ on lust Yeah, gimme some. Dirtbag suburbs, got nowhere to run. I got stuck. Sticky thumbs. Radio shakin’. Heaven don’t rust. Hey, turn it up. Fire when ready. I bet he’s drunk. Sticky thumbs. I’m just a hooker with a crooked tooth. I don’t mean anything. I never do, man. Alright. Gimme some sugar then a shot of booze. Yeah, I’ll do anything I wanna.
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Kicking Over Bottles
02:43
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Got a light in my pocket, but no cigarettes. I shoulda quit drinkin’ before I got bent. Ah, forget it. Got blood on my knuckles, a kink in my tongue. I’m charm and I’m trouble, but hardly enough. We’re on in just one. Kickin’ over bottles, slidin’ on sweat. Play that one good one. Do we have one of them? Yeah, I doubt it. We’re on in just one.
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Bar No One
06:53
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I know I’m gonna die someday, turn to dust, rot in vain. Before you toss my bones away, make sure I look pretty laying in my grave. I swear, I was always a real good kid. I did all the things Jesus did. When my heart shuts off and I hop the gates, (handsome in Hell or in Heaven) make sure I look pretty laying in my grave. I never, ever went to Bible school. I never really cared for fear or rules. When the devil comes to make his claim, (handsome in Hell or in Heaven) make sure I look pretty laying in my grave. I know I’m gonna die someday. Ain’t nothing ‘bout dyin’ makes me afraid. My whole damn life I’ve looked this way and I wanna look pretty laying in my grave. Since I got born, I’ve worn this face and I wanna look pretty laying in my grave. You make sure I look pretty laying in my grave.
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Beach Slang Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Guitar, bass and drums. Played loudly.
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