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Keeper of the Blood
02:22
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I left a message with the all city baker
Nobody answered as the day passed by
Cause all I wanted was a cuircut breaker
Left all alone on a clear blue distant sky
Touch my poncho it's been raining
Hold me close as the blood rolls down
Here comes the riser of your doom
With the sugar that's left so soon
Keeper of the Blood
Keeper of the Blood
Keeper of the Blood
Keeper of the Blood
Still on the throttle and it's not even the weekend
Walk with a waddle and it's not pretend
She'll be in trainers with the laces in tact
Left all alone and she's always pitch'n for contact
Touch my poncho it's been raining
Hold me close as the blood rolls down
Here comes the riser of your doom
With the sugar thats left so soon
Touch my poncho it's been raining
Hold me close as the blood rolls down
Here comes the riser of your doom
With the sugar thats left so soon
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2. |
Goin 4 It
02:50
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I, I see something fading
You keep me alone, you keep me alone but you're keepin me waiting
And all over town, stop drop ya banged it up
You're foolin around, you're diggin a hole and ya buried it down
You makes me wanna go for it 4x
You, you're so irritating and I'm waiting
You're coming around stayin over my house with those stories about him
Can you see what ya look like from the outside, can you
You are alive with your foolish pride and we see right through you
You makes me wanna go for it 4x
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3. |
Crummy Summer
02:34
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You took ecstasy last year this year you took a puke and duke
It looks like we're headed for a crummy summer
From Klub Kamasutra now you're livin at your parents house
It looks like we're heading for a crummy summer
Work it out to the beat shake that little ass cheek
Work it out to the beat shake that little meat 2x
Kahunaville, Molestis, Party College, Chocolate Street
Hillbilly Nachos who wants to eat
Last summer was a scorcher this years a little wetter
Got some Reeboks and some rubbers and some plans to make it better
You went to Mexico last year this year you went to Londontown
Are we really headed for a crummy summer
From HQ at Ceasonie's House to HQ at Red Sonja's House
Are we really headed for a crummy summer
Work it out to the beat shake that little ass cheek
Work it out to the beat shake that little meat 2x
The Eagles and the Flyers and the Phillies and the Sixers stink
A whole town of teams just as soft as a mink
And what a foul they traded Sal, I can't believe it anyhow
The Phillies have some hair to fill it's evident now
But the water's fine in Logan Square, there'e free swimming everywhere
The summers less a bummer when there's Toto to blare
And Toto blares and Toto rips, you supply the night I'll supply the chips
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Lainie
02:50
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I saw Lainie driving in her Sebring
She gets it open and really makes it sing
She's got the top down rollin round the cul-de-sac
You can look but she won't be lookin back
When Lainie gets that look in her eye
She can light up the night likea firefly
And not just in Home Ec Class
She'll be turning heads from Kansas to the Khyber Pass
So look out for Lainie Cauldwell's coming and her name says enough to know
Look out for Lainie Cauldwell's coming and she's looking for a Romeo
Tonight she'll host a kegger cause her folks are away
Her daddies on the Windsurfing Circuit
And all the guys'll be there to watch her little brother skate
Hopin Lainie comes and watches em work it
But she don't dabble with high school boys
She's gotta worn-out saddle for State School noise
She's justa Spring Grove babe from Autumn Woods
Oh brother damn she's got the goods...hit em Trebag!
When Lainie gets that look in her eye
She can light up the night likea firefly
And not just in Home Ec Class
She'll be turning heads from Kansas to the Khyber Pass
So look out for Lainie Cauldwell's coming and her name says enough to know
Look out for Lainie Cauldwell's coming and she's looking for a Romeo
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When duty calls your number
You better get up and bring alotta lumber
Oh you gotta finda way
Fire the shots keep the fools at bay
No retreat no surrender is taking it's toll
It's melting the ice in the fire in the hole
It's likea free fall fallin that fades in the distance
Everything's riding on you're resistance
Ahh ahh ah
Another yardsale all up and down the mountain
Along the guardrail leave that mess just like you found it
We'll smoke a bone with your tigers
Take a ride on the sky till you keep on gettin higher
The fear has past and gone away
In the lodge on the reg on the day to day
When you're first to first track you gotta carry the weight
The spiritual side left to contemplate
But you're still strong standing with sticks and polls
Everything honest can take it's tolls
Ahh Ahh ahh
Another yardsale all up and down the mountain
Along the guardrail leave that mess just like you found it
Another yardsale they're sellin double black diamonds
Along the white trail keep it down and keep it quiet
When duty calls your number
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It was 1992 when I first laid eyes on you
You had hair bleached so blonde with the radio on
I coulda swore you had nothing else on
I was workin at Hot Dog on a Stick at the Northland Mall
Your friends seemed so appalled
But tonight tonight tonight, I've got you by my side 4x
I've been picturing this date in my mind for sucha long, long time
The lady will have the linguine with the clam sauce and a Coke with no ice
I've been askin all the guys on the team where to go when she means something
I'll take you out to get your fortune told...I left my wallet out in the cold
But tonight tonight tonight, I've got you by my side 4x
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7. |
Wine Coolin
02:46
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Wine Coolin with my dudes
Wine Coolin I've got nothing to loose
Keepin calm coolin with the radio on
Layin back c'mon baby baby don't hold back
Lips to the legs running down the glass
Corksniff pour sniff taste spit pass
I know that ya like that I know that you like that I know that ya like that
Cherishing grapes on a Tuscan path
Coolin like it's casual Friday
Coolin with a 6 of Tecate
Coolin like it's no work and all play 2x
Lips to the legs running down the glass
Corksniff pour sniff taste spit pass
I know that ya like that I know that you like that I know that ya like that
Cherishing grapes on a Tuscan path
(Butt Sax)
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8. |
Soft in the Paint
02:35
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You came to my door I didn't hear you knock
I was lost in a whole lotta lovin
Leave me a note I'll get back to you later
cause I'm burnin what i've got in the oven
Don't disturb me when I'm scoring some solotime
with a girl that I'm callin just mine
And don't interrupt this good feelin
I got goin on
I'm gonna spell it out and then I'll be gone
It starts with a look and leads to some huggin
I'll get lost in a whole lotta lovin
So don't try to find me when I'm lost and go missing for the night
Cause only a fool would try and worm the magic moment thats so right
Soft in the paint so faint 4x
Is it the day or the night what's the weather report
I been caught by a queen cupcaking
Don't bother me now and don't bother me later
Just let me back to what I'm already making
So go find Bobby go find Tina tell 'em Thom's not around
That he went lost and doesn't wanna be found
Just leave me alone with Bombs, Legs, Mega call it a day
And everybody just go away
It starts with a look and leads to some huggin
I'll get lost in a whole lotta lovin
So don't try to find me when I'm lost and go missing for the night
Cause only a fool would try and worm the magic moment thats so right
Soft in the paint so faint 4x
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Terrapin
02:42
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Terrapin your a little baby
Pops is looking for so dried meat in the desert
He wants it in bulk
Johnathan you're a first time boyfriend for Hot Tanya
Art walked in saw you eating Tanya then he ate nachos
I'm in total disarray about Johnathan
Bringing his bay turtle to Burning Man
Much to young he'll get crushed by the titical mass
Or the rangers in kilts smoking pumpkins
Even with a scholarship Johnathan's making me crazy
His Gucci Model girlfriend's on needles and pins
The rights of a turtle muffed by the wrongs of hippy new age
Moon Dog is barking the dolphins all drowned
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10. |
Orliez
03:04
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Put a little insanity on your potato
Write back that xxx and insert smileys
It's time to go where the big boyz go
Cause you've never been to a place like O'Reilly's
(and there callin it Orlies)
Livin fast, looking good, dreaming a big wow
Dancin on air theres no stopping us now
Well what had happen was you gotta buzz and you're in a love hole
And your front pants are looking full
You've gotta make it somehow (make it somehow)
Stars are falling far away and thru the clouds
When you get the chance to make it don't let no one come take it
Cause the pepper burgers are coming round
All Day All Night, Ah Ah Orlies 3x
Its all that you wanna do. Slay the night till it slays you!
Lets put some stickum on that dropshoot Huey
Just bring the News and we'll call it a tease
Come simmer down
Cause you've never been to a place like O'Reilly's
(and there callin it Orlies)
Shattered dreams, sponsored teams in from the rainout
Losing all week c'mon water the draught
It's letting, you won a cup and pounded it empty
O. R. L.I.E.Z.
You've gotta make it somehow (make it somehow)
Stars are falling far away and thru the clouds
When you get the chance to make it don't let no one come take it
Cause the pepper burgers are coming round
All Day All Night, Ah Ah Orlies 3x
Its all that you wanna do. Slay the night till it slays you!
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11. |
Cabanaful Waters
03:34
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What would you do if you were in my pants
I just turned down the radio your record has no chance
What would you do if you were in my pants
You gotta alotta lion but your lying on this stance
All of the sudden
Your load is blown and your button's unbutton
All of the while
Your outta your element for over a mile
Man soup and otters in cabanaful waters
Thought you caught a break in the woods last night
Go natural
Don't put outta fire it the fires your light
New Hope, old loc, phamasuiticals
Growing with the squirrells in the trees outside
You need 'em
Mother Earth is on menopause the forest has died
All of the sudden
Your load is blown and your button's unbutton
All of the while
Your outta your element for over a mile
You're always in the mood
You're really wierding out on me dude
Man soup and otters in cabanaful waters
Thought you caught a break in the woods last night
Go natural
Don't put outta fire it the fires your light
New Hope, old loc, phamasuiticals
Growing with the squirrells in the trees outside
You need em
Mother Earth is on menopause the forest will die
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12. |
Cupplapegs
03:44
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She used to be a sexpot
Now she's wearing my sweatpants and stinkin up my Reeboks
2 weeks to go till the high school reunion
Back in the day all the guys would be droolin
(She's been) Knocked down a couple of pegs
But you still want those legs wrapped around you 4x
Likea puppy in love she married the tight end
Community College lasted justa weekend
Now she's out on the prowl lookin for a carebear
Alone on the couch covered in her cat hair
(She's been) Knocked down a couple of pegs
But you still want those legs wrapped around you 4x
Ohh little girl you're not so pretty no more
So ripe and ready still worth waiting for
So non fiction eat your apple down to it's core
Written in homeroom high school folklore
We're older now we're older now
She's been) Knocked down a couple of pegs
But you still want those legs wrapped around you 6x
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