1. |
I'm A Scrub
03:22
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Responsibility is all she ever thinks about
Her head is heavy and her sense of humours wearing out
8 rounds a day will leave you feeling bleak and growing dim
She’s trying to stay tip top but she can’t help the shits she’s in
She’s a rock
And a stone
And an individual
I’m a scrub
Ya I know
But you mark my mind
You can mark my best
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy
He’s annoyed and employed
Destroying himself with the world that surrounds him
Every little nick seems to hound him
So he sits in the back and he pounds
They call him foolish boy
Oh
1234 take the elevator door
She’s a rock
And a stone
And an individual
I’m a scrub
Ya I know
But you mark my mind
You can mark my best
Punk rock kid she hates this
Spoon fed shit now she’s in the basement
Just her tune and the groove
She don’t look back
She can’t move
She’s got a really rude dude
On the back of her hand
She keeps a really bad man
Watch as she rolls him over
Thats my four leaf clover
She’s a rock
And a stone
And an individual
I’m a scrub
Ya I know
But you mark my mind
You can mark my best
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2. |
Knock
03:12
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Just throw your head back
Listen for once
Give it the kind of time that you would your neighbour
Let the bass knock, you in
To a dream of your flavour
Maybe your a star
Maybe you have just one less scar
To hide, away
Away with the makeup
I'm not ready for this yet
I'm still living with my regret
I'm not ready to lose a friend
Let's forget it and play pretend
Knock, Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock, Knock
Let me show you how it goes
Even after it drops
I want you to feel so out of place
I want you to remember
Some of these songs that I found on my way to you
Maybe a verse or a line or a rhyme or two
You can play on, You can play on
I'm not ready for this yet
I'm still living with my regret
I'm not ready to lose a friend
Let's forget it you can play pretend
Knock, Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock, Knock
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3. |
Plastic Pageant Scene
04:02
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I want you
And that's all I'm going to need
All I'm going to need
Swear that's the truth
And the blood were gonna bleed
The blood were gonna bleed
We'll see it through so that maybe
By my seed maybe
By my seed
Will have these clues just how
To keep the piece and how to keep the love
I don't know
How I'm suppose to eat
How I'm suppose to feed
And I'm not sold on this
Plastic pageant scene
This plastic pageant scene
You'll look at her
She's got all she's gonna all she's gonna need
I don't conquer yes
She'll fool the magazines
Fool the magazines
But when it turns she'll be numb and blind to me
Numb and blind you'll see
When I sit all alone
I wish that I was closer to the things we don't know
I'd bet their out there yonder
No more demons nor ghosts
Because I've brought my axe out
Just trying to chase that feeling and so
One mans feeding the others
Still bleeding one mans feeding the others still
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4. |
Whole Milk & Cherry Pie
05:05
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I wear my guitar up so high
Cause that's where my heart is sitting
And I want you right here by my side
Girl I get sick and tired of wishing
Whoooo get down from your high horse
Whoooo step down from your high horse baby
Go insane
For this drama queen from New Orleans
A spicy piece of Cajun beef
Praise the day that I get sick and tired of you
That's something I could never do
Whoooo get down from your high horse
Whoooo step down from your high horse baby
Whole milk and tasty cherry pie
It's what gives me my finest filling
And I'll think about it until I die
Even when I'm old and almost quitting
Whoooo get down from your high horse
Whoooo step down from your high horse baby
Go insane for this drama queen from New Orleans
A spicy piece of Cajun beef
Praise the day that I get fucking rid of you
Excuse my French is what you'll do
Whoooo will get down from their high horse
Maybe you'll get down from your high horse baby
Go insane for this drama queen from New Orleans
A spicy piece of Cajun beef
Praise the day that I get fucking rid of you
Excuse my French is what you'll do
Go insane
(I don't see why you won't get down)
For this drama queen from New Orleans
A spicy piece of Cajun beef
Praise the day
That I get fucking rid of you excuse my French is what you'll wooooo
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