1. |
Olive Garden
02:05
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Tell me, girl, what is going on
I send you texts, but you don't respond
We used to make out 'til the sun came up
Now I need someone to touch me
'cause even the sun's always on the run
and we know that moon's gotta be somewhere soon
the end is here, but I don't fear a thing
'cause I ain't got nothing to lose, baby
I wonder where all my friends have gone
We used to go wild 'til the sun came up
We're stuck in place and we've run out of luck
and I'm close to giving up (why not? why...)
Party People, you're alright
eating breadsticks by candlelight
Party People, get into a fight
'cause we're gonna get drunk at the Olive Garden tonight
Party People, you're alright
eating breadsticks by candlelight
Party People, get into a fight
'cause we're gonna get drunk at the Olive Garden tonight
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2. |
Walking the Cow
02:44
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Trying to remember but
my feeling’s can’t know
for sure for sure i heard
Try to reach out but it’s gone
Lucky stars in your eyes
Don’t know how I came here
Don’t know why I’m staying here
I am walking the cow
Try to point my finger
but the wind keeps blowing me around
In circles (in circles) in circles (in circles)
but she’s gone
Lucky stars in her eyes
Don’t know what I have to fear
Don’t know why I have to care
I am walking the cow
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3. |
Black Hole Parking Lot
02:57
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I fell into a black hole
You pushed the reject button
I'm never coming out
'cause you left me with nothing
The clouds coagulate
And evaporate
I do believe
You're changing me
Once you pass the event horizon
No turning back
That's a fact that I learned
in my science class
Like the depths of the abyss
that you dropped my heart
What did you do to me?
How could you do this to me?
Space time's collapsed and we're both getting torn apart
I've been falling for days and I'm never going to hit the bottom
It doesn't matter what you put in
It all comes out black
I don't know if that's a fact
But I learned it in class
Like the darkness of the shade
that you painted my soul
What did you do to me? How could you do this to me?
Space time's collapsed and we're both getting torn apart
I've been falling for days and I'm never going to hit the bottom
I fell into a black hole
You pushed the reject button
I'm never coming out
'cause you left me with nothing
The clouds coagulate
And evaporate
I do believe
You're killing me
Death comes in degrees
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4. |
Baked Potato
04:00
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This little baked potato
She won't stop messing around
She's a little hot potato
And the guys pass her all around town
(hot hot hot)
My wife woke up this morning
In the arms of another man
I'm getting on a train to Georgia
Get out of town as fast as I can
I've been sweeping and mopping all the floors
But when you get home from work, you act
like making love's a chore
I've been trying real hard to nice
I give romantic massages like almost
every other night
Your love it drives me crazy
'cause your love is so amazing
When it's hot red soul ablazing
But your love is always maybe
(Love! Love!)
I don't want maybe, want your
(Love! Love!)
Drive me crazy
(Love! Love!)
Hot red and blazing
(Love! Love!)
But your love is always maybe
I know my loving hasn't been the best
It's just that two-thrust-bust and you're not
even out of breath
I think we'd be better if there was some actual passion
'stead of this predetermined times like we're
just taking out the garbage
Your love is so amazing
When it's hot red soul ablazing
Hot red and soul ablazing
Wanna make like a million babies with ya
(Love! Love!)
it's always maybe
(Love! Love!)
drive me crazy
(Love! Love!)
hot red and blazing
(Love! Love!)
make a million babies
This little baked potato
Lived her whole life on the run
Never seen the back of a dollar
She'll be gone with the rising sun
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5. |
Strip Mall San Antonio
01:40
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I'm stuck in strip mall San Antonio
I got my baby's car and I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm trying to find independent coffee
I might as well stop
I might as well drown
in this black ocean parking lot
I'm stuck in strip mall Oklahoma
Nobody seems to give a damn
about my new diploma
I'm trying to get an abortion
All my doctors say "no"
I guess I'm going to be working minimum wage
in an injun casino.
I'm stuck in strip mall Alabama
A quarter-ounce of weed just got me tossed into the slammer
I said sheriff, when am I getting out?
He said it's hard to tell;
there's hundreds of us rotting in this
country bumpkin hell.
Alright, ladies and gentleman, you're about to hear the fourth verse, which is not on the record. That's right, ladies and gentleman, the record executives in Nashville, Tennessee, they don't want to hear this; the politicians in Washington DC, they definitely don't want you to hear this, but I'm going to tell it to you anyway 'cause here's the truth, listen up.
You can't take pictures [in] the Alamo
They'll waggle their finger and tell you "no".
'cause they might've fought for freedom,
but freedom ain't free
so exit through the gift shop
and buy our DVD
I'm stuck in strip mall San Antonio.
I'm stuck in strip mall San Antonio.
I'm stuck in strip mall San Antonio.
San Antonio, San Antonio, strip mall.
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6. |
Ala Mode
02:17
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Oh, I want you a la mode
No platter, on the go
You caught me on the stove
But I take you on the floor
Your love gets me so high
I can't help but arrive
But I want you more tonight
But probably not tomorrow
But then I remember that Saturday night
We were fingerbanging by the TV light
In that basement of your mama's house
We had that futon couch all pulled out
It was incredible
Oh, I thought you knew the score
I didn't want nothing more
Won't be your Labrador
But it's me you can't ignore
Now she won't leave me alone
Calling, blowing up my phone
Come knocking at my door
But I said, "there's no one home..."
Then I remembered that sweaty Saturday night
We were fingerbanging by the TV light
In that basement of your mama's house
We had that futon couch all pulled out
It was incredible
You were susceptible
It was regrettable
Yet hypersexual
I'm unforgettable
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'though it was a dark day
My heart was broken
'though I didn't really mind the pain
It was better than feeling nothing
But oh Lord,
don't you make me go through this painful life alone
'though it was a cold day
My door was open
And I decided to run away
I'd be better off having nothing
But oh Lord,
Don't you take me, no, don't you make me go back home
Serial Monogamy
's happening again to me
Serial Monogamous
synonymous with us
Saw you there at a party
You were there with your boyfriend
(Oh, I don't like that guy)
I wait around 'til you're all alone
Or at least not by him
(Maybe when he's in the bathroom)
I know you claim you're not on the market
at this time
(yeah, but you haven't even heard my offer yet)
But if I invest now
Baby you know I'm next in line
Or at least in the top five
And maybe in a year or three
You'll be at the party, crying over me
While across the room, some other guy
Looks at you with that oh-so-sexy eye
The eye
The eye
The I
Serial Monogamy
's happening again to me
Serial Monogamous
synonymous with us, with us
And maybe in a year or three
You'll be at the party, crying over me
But don't you notice him across the room
He'll give you that sexy eye and you know another heartbreak's coming soon
So soon
So soon
I swoon
Going to the chapel and we're
gonna get married
Going to the chapel and we're
gonna get buried
Gee, I think I love you, so let's
go and get married
We'll never be lonely again
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