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released 1985
Sire Records |
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| Hold My Life |
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Mmm well, well, well I, found it's my life
Down on all fives
Let me crawl
If I want, I could dye oh...my hair
Time for decisions to be made
Crack up in the sun, lose it in the shade
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
and hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it
Well, well, well, anyone could tell, pass it off, a lucky shot
Ooh, they do hate 'em, someday soon, face em
Time for decisions to be made
Crack up in the sun, lose it in the shade
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
and hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it
Just might, just might, just might
We might crack up in the sun, or we'll lose it in the shade
Oh razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
Hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
because I just might lose it
I want you to hold my life
Get ready to hold my life
Hold my, hold my, hold my, hold my, hold |

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| I'll Buy |
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Cruisin' in the sunshine, ain't yet been to bed
I could hear the motor whistlin', something's off the wall again
Hey give my regards to Broadway, tell 'em I got change to spare
Want big bucks? Gonna have to suck up air
Anything you want, dear, is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Everything you say, dear, I'll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, goodbye
Talkin' about some pictures, now wouldn't that be a scream
Movies are for retards like me and Maybelline
Hey give my regards to
Boston
, ask 'em who'll buy the beer
Don't wanna get pop, find yourself a rockin' chair
Anything you want, dear, is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Everything you say, dear, I'll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
Never get passed the dice dear, goddammit, I'm gonna roll
People that pick your nose clean, so what we owe, owe, owe
Hey give my regards to Broadway, tell 'em I don't really care
If you want a good joke, why split? You'll go broke right here
Anything you want, dear, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Everything you say, dear, I'll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
Anything you want, dear, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Everything you say, dear, I'll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, I'll buy |

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| Kiss Me On The Bus |
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On the bus, that's where we'll ride
On the bus, O.K., don't say hi, then
Your tongue, your transfer
your hand, your answer
On the bus, everyone's lookin' for it
On the bus, I am lookin' forward
And everything ain't O.K.
I might die before Monday
They're all watchin' us
Kiss me on the bus
Kiss me on the bus
Ooh if you knew how I felt now
You wouldn't act so adult now
Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop
On the bus, watch our reflection
On the bus, I can't stand no rejection
C'mon, let's make a scene
Oh, really don't be so mean
They're all watchin' us
Kiss me on the bus
Kiss me on the bus
Ooh if you knew how I felt now
You wouldn't act so adult now
Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop
Mmm if you knew how I felt now
You wouldn't act so adult now
They're all watchin' us
Kiss me on the bus
Kiss me on the bus
Kiss me on the bus
Kiss me on the bus |

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| Waitress In The Sky |
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She don't wear no pants and she don't wear no tie
Always on the ball, she's always on strike
Struttin' up the aisle, big deal, you get to fly
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
Paid my fare, don't wanna complain
You get to me, you're always outta champagne
Treat me like a bum, don't wear no tie
'cause you ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
Oohoo
And the sign says, "Thank you very much for not smoking"
My own sign says, "I'm sorry, I'm smokin"
Don't treat me special, or don't kiss my ass
Treat me like the way they treat 'em up in first class
Sanitation expert and a maintenance engineer
Garbage man, a janitor and you my dear
A real union flight attendant, my oh my
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky |

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| Swingin' Party |
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Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party
Here it's never endin', can't remember when it started
Pass around the lampshade, there'll be plenty enough room in jail
If bein' wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever
If bein' strong's your kind, I need help here with this feather
If bein' afraid is a crime, we hang side by side
At the swingin' party down the line
Pound the prairie pavement, losin' proposition
Quittin' school and goin' to work and never goin' fishin'
Water all around, never learned how to swim now
If bein' wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever
If bein' strong's your kind, then I need help here with this feather
If bein' afraid is a crime, we hang side by side
At the swingin' party down the line
<Mumble?> At the swingin' party down the line
<Mumble?>
Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party
Here it's never endin', can't remember when it started
Pass around the lampshade, there'll be plenty enough room in jail
If bein' wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever
If bein' strong is what you want, then I need help here with this feather
If bein' afraid is a crime, we hang side by side
At the swingin' party down the line (every single time)
At the swingin' party down the line
Catch you down at the swingin' party down the line
(drags on a smoke) |

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| Bastards Of Young |
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Arrraghhh
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, <?> ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no war to name us
The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young...take it, it's yours... |

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| Lay It Down Clown |
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Got a big switchblade, drop drop bill a tease
There's a deal goin' down, it don't go down around me
Rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Spirit is willing (skinny as a rail?) and you think you got what it takes
The only exercise you ever get is the shakes
Rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down (down)
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Get back to the hills, get back to back where you belong
Finally found out which way the wind blows
The rumors keep on spreadin' all over town
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down (down)
Lay it down clown, lay it down
Lay it down clown, lay it down |

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Left Of The Dial |
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Okay
Read about your band in some local page
Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
Sweet Georgia breezes, safe, cool and warm
headed up north, where we belong
On and on and on and on
It's sad to move on
On and on and on and on
It's sad to move on
Weary voice that's laughin', on the radio once
We sounded drunk, never made it on
Passin' through and it's late, the station started to fade
Picked another one up in the very next state
On and on and on and on
It's sad to move on
On and on and on and on and...
Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar
Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar
Headed out to
San Francisco
, definitely not
L.A
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Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
And if I don't see ya again, in a long, long while
I'll try to find you
Left of the dial **repeat**
<
Holiday
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| Little Mascara |
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You and I fall together
You and I sleep alone
After all, things might be better
after 1, and there's one that's long gone
For the moon you keep shootin'
Throw your rope up in the air
For the kids you stay together
You nap 'em and you slap 'em in a highchair
All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you're ever losin' is a little mascara
Little mascara, little mascara
Afternoon, things are quiet
Settle back now if you can
Stations click by like a rocket
Don't you worry, if you wonder why he ran
All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you're ever losin' is a little mascara (3X)
After you cry(3x)
your eyes out
After you cry (3x)
All you ever wanted was someone mom ain’t scared of
All your ever losin' is
A little mascara (3X)
After you cry
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| Here Come A Regular |
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Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's past, it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood
To take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on a fridge that's never stocked with food,
I used to live at home, now I stay at their house
And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular, call out your name
Here comes a regular, Am I the only one here today
Well a drinking buddy that's bound to another town
And once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I drink <take?> a great big whiskey to you anyway
And everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up never fear
Cuz here comes a regular, call out your name
Yes a, here comes a regular, am I the only one who feels ashamed
<Mumble?>
And even alongside ol’ sad eyes, who says
"
Opportunity
knocks once then the door slams shut"
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
A fool who wastes his life god rests his guts
First the lights, and the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back last call
First the grass, then leaves at last, here comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall |

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