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This afternoon at the Henry Doorly
Just you and me, uh-huh
We'll light some firecrackers off
Then piss on the sidewalks
Yes we will, for the thrill
Split a strip while we're buying our tickets
Start tripping at the tiger exhibit
Try not to croak, ribbit, or fidget
But in the end, we just gawk and walk on by
And I could spend the whole day this way
Shit I might spend my whole fuckin' life this way
Faded and unafraid
Fuck the zoo
And fuck you too
We're talking about the band
Fuck the zoo
This place would be a prison
If it weren't for me and you
Subliminal criminal
Are all these animals
The damage is maximum
But still, you try to minimize
If they got out they would
Cut you down to size
Passin' out by the souvenir stand
Somebody stole all my shit and ran
We're liable to blame it all on the man
For selling us bootlegged wristbands
Out the back of his van
He probably drowns children in quick-sand
Singing, fuck the zoo
And fuck you too
Especially Bono
Fuck the zoo
This place would be a prison
If it weren't for me and you
You know this town
Cares more about
This zoo than its people
And this town
Cares more about
This fucking zoo
Than its people
So, we've got 1000 fucks to give
And 100 million animals to liberate
While the security guard sadly masturbates
And this problem exacerbates
Cause guess who just stole his keys
And now, we'll let out the monkeys
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Monsoon - Live Version
04:03
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I'm not trying to pull you under
I only want to make you feel the thunder
Cause I'm the rain
I am the downpour, hurricane
The tornado, you love to watch me go
Go on and say it because
Last nite, you saw my wounds
You saw that I am the monsoon
You saw the calendar
It said, too soon
I am magic
You are dumb fucking luck
Angel dust
To hell, you drove the bus
Oh how I have missed you
But I don't need you now
Last nite, I saw your silver spoon
I saw that you are the monsoon
I saw the calendar
It said, too soon, hey hey
It's not the season for me and you
You are a hailstorm
I am the landslide
Land fucking slide
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Went to rent a movie
At the family video store
But business wasn't booming
It was never like before
When I saw (I saw)
My eighth-grade teacher browsing
The adult section (Oh shit)
Legend says he died in bed (He died?)
Twelve-hour erection
And now these kids are bothering me
And I'm too hungover, I got no sympathy
I just need someone to talk to me
Let's just get out
Pull the fire alarm
I can hear you now
The clerk's too high
I can't get no service
The DVDs are scratched
On every surface
I stumbled on a secret section
And started to panic
I found your missing Horcrux in a
VHS Titanic
And Adam Sandler banter is
The bane of my existence
I think back to nights with Bob Ross
Happy trees just seemed endless
And now this poltergeist is patronizing me
I call the new Ghostbusters, fuck Bill Murray
I just need someone to cross the streams
Let's just get out
Pull the fire alarm
I can hear you now
The clerk's still high
I can't get no service
The DVDs are scratched
On every surface
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4. |
Something 2 Believe In
02:53
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You're so cool
Like the wind and the rain
On an Arizona day
I'm a fool with a fluffy head
And a heart that bleeds dark red
For you
You give me something to believe in
And it's true, and it's never leaving
It happened fast, put you first, put me last
Couldn't get past that part
But now I know, easy come, easy go
Work smart, make art, follow my heart
To you
You give me something to believe in
And it's true, and it's never leaving
As people begin to remember you as
The person you never were
It's important to see that they're just dizzy
From spinning on their flat Earth
It goes up like elation
It falls down like instant karma
I think it's called
You give me something to believe in
And it's true, and it's never fleeting
It goes up like elation
It falls down like instant karma
I think it's called
Love
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5. |
The Cursive Show
02:57
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Don't wanna go
To the Cursive show
Commiserating hipsters
That everybody knows
Don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
I dig Art Is Hard
Don't wanna follow you to his car
Wait for it not to start
Then have to hear him sing
And play acoustic guitar
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Hell no, ahh, ahhh, ahhh
It's in Omaha
And you're going with an
Old friend that liked you
Guess I'm an old friend
That liked you too
Oh but it's not like that
I was just bored by the band
Takes me back to when
I was sober with tiny black ex's on my hands
Damn
That's why
Don't wanna dance
At Mystic Valley Band
The singer gets too drunk
And everyone just stands around
Don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance
He's gesturing with beer
That shit spilleth everywhere
I mean, I like their first two rec's
But I don't wanna hear songs about
Friends having air mattress sex
Sex, sex, sex
Alright, alright, alright
I'm fuckin' serious
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