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Mikey's Smoking Crack
02:27
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Mikey’s feeling sad and Stacey’s lost her friends. Kevin’s losing track of all the people he offends. Drunk off Pay-per-view and Monday night football, run from feeling sad so choose to feel nothing at all. Mikey’s got a car but Stacey’s got the cash. Kevin’s got a plan but none of them have got the gas. Dumb and unemployed but working still, full time. Still delusional but still convinced they’re doing fine. Mikey’s smoking crack, and Stacey wants to die. Kevin’s keeping track of all the time that’s flying by. Waiting for their turn to be the last in line. Never getting old but they’re still aging all the time. Mikey’s got an itch and Stacey’s got a sore. Kevin’s feeling sick but he don’t feel it anymore. Desperate for a day, but wasting time right now. Mikey’s smoking crack too bad he don’t remember how.
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Penny Express
02:57
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Your house isn’t big but it’s bigger than mine and your dad hates my guts and your boyfriend does too. I’d come by at eight but you’re already out watching movies with him and his stupid tattoo. I rented this car just to try and impress but his jeep is so big and of course it’s black too. His dad bought it back in December I think, it was thirty-six grand, made in 2002. And just like this car I am feeling so used, forgotten and left out and kicked and abused. You think it’s okay to just call me at home, remind me I’m not out but here all alone. I hope that you’re happy. I’m sure as hell not seeing the way that he thinks that you’re bought. I wish I could tell you that he’s such a dick, but you’ll never see it. You’ll never see it. Drive all night in a car that ain’t mine. I’ll leave real soon but have it back in time with the tank topped off and the windows clean. Not a single scratch but the one in me. Alright. This car really smells like tobacco and beer but that’s just what you get for ten dollars a day. It ain’t nothing nice but it’s all I could get. Now it’s all that I have, you don’t care anyway. ‘Cuz no one’s impressed by some kid with a ride if the ride smells like garbage and heartache inside. You think that I’m stupid, not saying I’m not, but you only love him for things that he’s bought. So, tell me again just how special he is with his dad’s credit card that he mistakes for his. I wish I could tell you that he’s such a dick, but you’ll never see it, no. You’ll never see it.
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Best Out of Three
03:49
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Are you happy here or just waiting ‘till you die. You know it hurts much less if you just sleep to pass the time. Is it good enough to please the people that you hate. Since you started growing up you’ve always known you couldn’t wait. Two tries, one more, fifty-fifty odds are good enough for you now. Don’t you know they’ll take the best out of three? I know you’ll fit right in if you sit down and shut your mouth. And you’ll make tons of friends if you don’t let your insides out. And you’ll have everything that they think that you might need. And when they stab your back you’ll just lay down for them and bleed.
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Dandy
02:40
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Take the cigarette off your breath and drink some piss cheap beer. If you don’t want to be bored to death what the hell are you doing here. Stub my toe as I cross the hall. Don’t ask where I was all night. Shit-faced she’s the one I’d call. I know it’s wrong but she’s misses right. When you lose your virginity where does it go? Nobody knows and it just goes to show all the rumors and tallies and numbers and lies and the shit that goes on between girls and guys. I wish I could say that I’m proud to be me but I know that’s it’s dangerous for me to believe all the rumors and tallies and numbers and lies and the shit that goes on between girls and guys.
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Bowling Shoes
02:27
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I hate the way that you’ll say that you’re fine while you’re missing an earring and drunk all the time, and you’ll make up your stories, we know it’s all fake, but we can’t help but judge all the choices you make. I’ll call your house but I know you’re not home. With the friends that you’ve made you just can’t be alone. I’ll remember the time that you stole your dad’s car and we drove down the highway and down South Lamar. And the parties we went to at some rich dude’s house, it was awkward as hell so we stood by the couch and we stared at these people, so stupid and dumb. Now you’ll fit in with them, leave me outside to run. I wish I could show you how much they don’t care. Quite your bitching and whining, you know life’s not fair, so go on and move out and go find a career. You’ll be happy in no time so happy I swear. You used to think that you’d never get out but now all you think is you’ve figured it out. Like the time that I asked you if Van Halen’s great but you said all my music’s the kind you now hate. Quit your job at the alley ‘cuz it wouldn’t do, ‘cuz no guy will hold hands with a chick that sprays shoes. Now you’re working downtown as a waitress all day thinking now they won’t judge you. They will either way. Live your life like a movie and see if I care. Overdose on excitement and pull out your hair. Never realize you’re dying and it’s all your fault, and you’ll realize you forgot you’re living at all.
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Our Story
02:42
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SONG 928
03:13
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You know I didn’t mean to hurt you when I said that I know that you think you look better with the lights off and magazines all make you feel like breathing Lysol. You stay inside so they don’t see you in a t-shirt and you pretend that you’re okay with wearing short skirts. And you don’t get why you can’t look like in the moves - don’t understand why you were born to be a groupie. And skinny friends, they get it all without a question while you’re alone and everyone just keeps you guessing. And kids are mean when they decide that you’re not like them ‘cuz you don’t act or speak and sound exactly like them. As if your image wouldn’t ever be an issue, ‘cuz if you left you know that no one there would miss you. You’ll never be a centerfold or on a billboard, but why the hell is that what anybody works for. So quit pretending that you’re anybody else now. So quite pretending that you’re anybody else now. You never planned to grow up like this but you’re growing up anyways.
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Redial
02:31
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Take me out and let me meet all the people that you think that I should care about if I cared who I cared about and you want me to be just like you and love the things you do and love the people too. So, interrupt me one more time, tell me all about the things you think I know you care about. I know you think you care about the way I feel when you tell me about these things you think I know you care about, I know you think you care about. Go ahead and let me hear all about your friends who think that I should care about the things they say they care about and they want me to be just like them and open up my head and let you walk right in.
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Windshield
05:00
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