1. |
I'm On Fire
03:50
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Every day and every night (I'm on fire x2)
I go to work, and fight the fight. (I'm on fire x2)
I'm a fireman, I extinguish flames. (I'm on fire x2)
Every day is a waiting game.
I'm on fire. I'm on fire.
I get a day off, I need to chill. (I'm on fire x2)
Looking for fun, maybe a cheap thrill. (IOF x2)
I jump in my car, I need a ride. (I'm on fire x2)
I visit a house in the country side.
I'm on fire. I'm on fire.
I went inside to see what awaits me. (I'm on fire x2)
There was a scantily clad foxy lady. (I'm on fire x2)
We began to kiss, which led to the next. (I'm on fire x2)
I was powerless, I was vexed. (I'm on fire x2)
I'm on fire. I'm on fire.
She asked if i wanted any snacks. (I'm on fire x2)
She offered me a drink, I began to relax. (I'm on fire x2)
She says 'Do you want another piece of candy?' (I'm on fire x2)
I say 'I think that would be fine and dandy'
I'm on fire. I'm on fire.
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2. |
Green Tea
02:57
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You need to relax, you need some clarity.
Breathe in, breathe out. Concentrate on the polarity.
Just let go, and go with the flow, and
drink some green tea.
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3. |
That's How We Roll
02:37
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I got a big engine, my tires squeal.
Got lots of horsepower with me behind the wheel.
Got a loud sound system with plenty of bass.
I get around all over the place.
I got it made and I wear cool shades -
That's how we roll around here,
that's how we roll around here.
I'm a chick magnet, got sex appeal.
I'll take you for a ride, I'll take you for a meal.
We can drive around the city, down Woodward in a drag race.
I'll always win, no one can keep pace.
I got it made and I wear cool shades -
That's how we roll around here,
that's how we roll around here.
I got it made and I wear cool shades -
That's how we roll around here,
that's how we roll around here.
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4. |
Out And About
02:21
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I advanced exponentially, then I burned out.
I was influential, then I lost clout.
It started out with a whimper, then I began to shout.
I was checked in, but now I'm out and about.
I was riding the wave, then I wiped out.
I was walking the walk, then I got gout.
There was certainty, then there was doubt.
I was checked in, but now I'm out and about.
I was a champ, then I got knocked out.
I once was ripped, now I am stout.
There was a smirk on my face, now I just pout.
I was checked in, but now I'm out and about.
I was checked in, but now I'm out and about.
I was checked in, but now I'm out and about.
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5. |
Dropping Like Flies
03:03
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They shut 'em up, they mow 'em down.
They're so corrupt, the way they run the towns.
They deceive and deprive to stay ahead.
They eat 'em alive, 'n spit out the dead.
All the bad ones hide behind the lies.
While the good ones are dropping like flies.
They gotta save face, whatever the cost.
It's such a disgrace, the way they gotta show who's boss.
We haven't matured since the middle ages.
We got glossy brochures but stagnant low wages.
All the bad ones hide behind the lies.
While the good ones are dropping like flies.
Need to keep vigilant over all the jerks.
Who want none of the labor but all of the perks.
All the bad ones hide behind the lies.
While the good ones are dropping like flies.
All the bad ones hide behind the lies.
While the good ones are dropping like flies.
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6. |
Ambient Blues
02:29
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7. |
Fading Fast
03:22
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I may no longer have the right stuff,
they give me work that's mostly fluff.
At the end of the day I'm blown away.
I'm floating around the atmosphere,
can't tell what's going on around here.
By the end of the night I don't have much fight.
I'm in the outer realm, I'm no longer at the helm.
It's been a blast, but I'm fading fast.
Mission control tries to reel me in,
want to know where I have been.
They've got me tethered, where could i go?
I tell 'em to shove it, over and out.
They piss me off, I began to shout.
I cut them loose, then i vamoose.
I'm in the outer realm, I'm no longer at the helm.
It's been a blast, but I'm fading fast.
I've got a one way ticket,
I ain't coming back alive.
I'm traveling uncharted space,
don't know how long I'll survive.
I'm in the outer realm, I'm no longer at the helm.
It's been a blast, but I'm fading fast.
I'm in the outer realm, I'm no longer at the helm.
It's been a blast, but I'm fading fast.
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8. |
Dark Matter
03:13
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It's within me. (ba-ba)
It's within you. (ba-ba)
It's within them (ba-ba)
It's within us (ba-ba)
Dark matter is all around, we just can't perceive.
It's eighty-four percent of all matter, if you believe.
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9. |
Sorry I'm Such A Wuss
03:40
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I like to stay in the shadows,
I don't want to make waves.
I'm climbing out of the window,
I guess I'm not very brave.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
I want to take charge, be a hero-at-large,
but I am just a wuss.
Don't count on me, cause I will flee.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
If a bat bites off your nose
or a dingo takes your baby -
I will run away really fast on my toes,
cause I don't want to get rabies.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
I want to take charge, be a hero-at-large,
but I am just a wuss.
Don't count on me, cause I will flee.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
If you follow me,
you will see.
I know some good places
for us to hide our faces.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
I want to take charge, be a hero-at-large,
but I am just a wuss.
Don't count on me, cause I will flee.
Sorry that I'm such a wuss.
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10. |
Closure
02:27
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11. |
Fuel To The Fire
02:26
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Blowing smoke, talking trash.
Toxic fumes, got a rash.
Say something that draws their ire.
Just add more, more fuel to the fire.
Oil slick along the strand.
Pollute the water, trash the land.
You are preaching to the choir,
but you add more fuel to the fire.
Rave and rant, paint in a corner.
Mourn the dead, pray for the mourners.
Light a match at a funeral pyre.
Are we just more fuel to the fire.
Say 'no more!', take a stand.
Bully pulpit, sing in a band.
Spark an idea, what will transpire.
Maybe add more fuel to the fire.
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12. |
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They say all things must pass,
I guess that's true.
It really was a gas,
my how the time flew.
But its time to pick up our toys
and for all the gals and all the boys
to go home. To go on home.
I'm sure that we'll meet again,
not sure where, not sure when.
But my friends, it’s been good to know ya.
I enjoyed our time together,
it sure was a blast.
But we should get going
before we are asked.
Well its time to pack up our gear
and to get on out of here,
and go home. And go on home.
I'm sure that we'll meet again,
not sure where, not sure when.
But my friends, it’s been good to know ya.
But my friends, it’s been good to know ya.
But my friends, it’s been good to know ya.
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13. |
Harry Tazer
02:39
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14. |
On My Own
03:10
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Feeling rather listless,
have no place to go.
I left that old job behind,
now i'm just going with the flow.
On my own, on my own.
I'm testing out the water,
gauge the temp with my toe.
I'm not one to jump right in,
I like to take it slow.
On my own, on my own.
On my own, on my own.
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15. |
Have You Heard
02:11
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Have you heard they're coming for your children.
Have you heard they're coming for your guns.
Have you heard they know everything about you.
Have you heard your time is almost done.
Have you heard they're poisoning the water.
Have you heard they're blocking out the sun.
Have you heard the world is unstable.
Have you heard your time is almost done.
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She comes strolling in with her hair all greasy.
Out from the rain looking kind of sleazy.
Who knows where she's been, who knows what she's done.
She looks messed up and she's holding a gun.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Meow!
She's got blood on her hands and liquor on her breath.
Probably did crack or done some meth.
Her clothes are dirty 'n she smells pretty rank.
She's being kinda flirty 'n acting like a skank.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Meow!
I ask her why she had a gun in her hand,
she said 'shut up man, you wouldn't understand.
It's a dangerous world, a girl's got to pack',
then she eats a can of food and hits the sack.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Meow!
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Meow!
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