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Good Idea
04:17
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Seemed like a Good Idea at the time
Had a relationship
& everything was cool
Decided to cash in my chips
Now I feel like a fool
Had some money in the bank\
But I spent it on you
Now I got nothing saved
I don't even have a clue
E B
Well I don't feel so hot now
E A
I'm desperate and empty without
E B E A
20/20 is hinds-----ight
A B E
It seemed like a good idea at the time
Don't go to law school
try to write some songs
Don't go admit your excuse
Before you know it she's gone
I got a $
That's all I can spare
If I could just hold you in my arms
I'd feel like a millionaire
E A B
You die you die you die you die you die
G# C#mi
You die you die you die you day
BA B E C#mi
You die you die you die you die
You die you die you die you die
Oh give me a drink
You don't need no one to love you
But it seemed like a good idea at the time
A B E
We are the answers to them
Give the establishment a free pass
exonerate the youth
You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine
Give leeway to wall street
White collar crime
tell I was high class
But that was just a lie
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2. |
Goin' To Hell
03:36
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Sexy Way To Fuck Me Over
F G C Ami
I got your an email a couple weeks ago
I never dignified or responded just ignored for the sake my own mental health
F G C Ami
We're all goin to hell
2X's instrumental: C Ami Dmi G
You've got a sexy way of lecturing while you fuck me over
You could have the decency to warn me not to think too hard
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& The speed freak feels
G
And the hippie trails
F
And the deadbeat steal
G
We're all goin to hell
You've got a hectic of tempting me while I try to stay sober
30 trees fall down in the course of saving of our love
If you're not Michael Jackson you've got your work cut out to cut the rg
C E7 Ami D D G
C E7 A
Not a complicated blessing
Dmi G
Or a drunk dollar
C E7 A
Could keep me from regressing
Dmi G
to a stumble and a holler
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We're all going to hell
Solo right back in to verse & out...
You got a cryptic way of hinting me that you want me over
You've got a hectic of tempting me while I try to stay sober
You've got a sexy way of lecturing while you fuck me over
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3. |
Wounded Bird
02:00
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WOUNDED BIRD
A D
Well she sidles up mostly every night
A E
Diagnosed codependent schizo borderline
A
She ain't got nothin'
D
All I got's her
E D A
She's my little wounded bird
A
She's drop dead gorgeous
D
It requires doubles takes
A
An eye for fashion
E
with impeccable taste
A
We get beyond the surface
D
She's been mistreated and hurt
E D A
She's my little wounded bird
Bridge
B E
Rest her head on my chest mostly every night
A D
Darling companion until she starts a fight
B E
She wins with her fists though regrets seem to linger
D E A
She's me little wounded bird
A D
She sidles mostly every night
A
She's got my house key
E
It was done at first sight
A
She ain't got nothin'
D
All I got's her
E D A
She's my little wounded bird
B E A
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4. |
Face In The Dirt
03:18
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Face In The Dirt
Poor man he’s the salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth
Rich man rubs his face in the dirt, face in the dirt, face in the dirt
In the 1st place you see what I did you do it right kid you bet your life that I did
In second place I was high all the time bet your life I was right I’m sitting here doin’ time
In the third you catch my wandering eye, you caught me by surprise, you caught my eye
In the fourth place get back to the first time and the second you got to do it right kid
Oh and you can guarantee that I was wrong
It’s the sad life of the story of the wandering underdog
Poor man he’s the salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth, salt of the Earth
Rich man rubs his face in the dirt, face in the dirt, face in the dirt
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Sour Grapes
05:06
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Sour Grapes
Life give me sour grapes and I make wine
When it starts to flood I drink
Like a diver deep in the ocean I’m knee deep in pure devotion
20,000 leagues below what people thing
Life give me empty bottle I’ll make moonshine
You can’t stop moving I’ll make you a still
No matter what your trip implies
You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind
I’ll give you 20 bucks for every man that you kill
Not even Jesus, no he ain’t gonna save ya
And I’m not gonna take on all of your guilt
You better talk to your mama
Before someone else will
And if we drink up all the wine
And if the storm gets too severe
You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind
You don’t have to go searchin’ online because I got just what you need right here
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6. |
You Only Live Once
04:28
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You Only Live Once
Watch the minutes turn to seconds downward spiral we devolve to barely crawl
But the speed with which the hours accumulate harness the powers takes decades
Like a lama in a fire a pariah and a liar and sheikh
One’s got money, one’s religious, one’s a monster, one’s a sweetheart
They’re all fake
You don’t wanna make me run
You got to make it matter take it right now
No need to fight what’s done is done
You gonna make me love you
I got a time share in Boca Raton with a beautiful view for your wife and your child
But I got too much pride to take a dive to pay for groceries I can’t afford to buy
Invest that 401K in swamp land fill waste where you can decay I mean retire
Take your little nest egg you worked all your life to put away and light it on fire
You don’t wanna make me run
You got to make it matter take it right now
No need to fight what’s done is done
You only live once
You got to make the most of it
Our time is limited
100 years a couple of months and you only live once
Remember that 5 minutes where we sat through that person’s bullshit
We could never get that 5 minutes back
I remember that first instant when I first saw you I knew I loved you
2 months later you eventually loved me back
You don’t wanna make me run
You got to make it matter take it right now
No need to fight what’s done is done
You gonna make me love you
You don’t wanna make me run
You got to make it matter take it right now
No need to fight what’s done is done
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7. |
Border Patrol
03:43
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Border Patrol
Like all the tigers on the graveyard shift
And all the mules in Mexico
Talk to the man with the scar on his lip
And all the Colombian drug cartels
Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Tell me why you won’t let me go
Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Take my bribe and let’s go home
Let’s get high with the Border Patrol
I got 2 kilos in my suitcase
And 1 more in my gas tank
I got 10,000 dollars just in case
Just in case my plan goes break
We gonna sneak in at midnight when the guards are tired
But that dog wasn’t sleepy he was gnawing on a bone
I felt a little shaky I was so wired
But now all I do is dream of the green grass of home
Come on
Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Tell me why you won’t let me go
Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Take my bribe and let’s go home
Let’s get high with the Border Patrol
Staring right at Judge Garcia
2 counts of smuggling with intent to sell
Looking back it was a great idea
But I been looking back from this prison cell
Come on
Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Tell me why you won’t let me go
Come on Border Patrol, Border Patrol
Take my bribe and let’s go home
Let’s get high with the Border Patrol
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8. |
You Owe Me
04:28
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You Owe Me
Inquire about my whereabouts
Try to escape this haunted house
Get you and me to safer ground
And in my dream we laugh about
The word to which she’s so devout
Without regard to her mouth
The venom she might slowly leak
And once it’s leaked we’ll call the police
And all the venom that’s released
Won’t be cleaned up even by the priest
Just one more contradiction please
This one’s by far not the least
And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
Pay up
There’s a monster on my case
Not Superman or Dr. Dre
Could save his victims from their fate
I’m trying hard to concentrate
But when I see his ugly face
I lose my cotton pickin’ place
No one could save me
Not even you baby
You won’t get lucky if you don’t hang around
You think miracles just grow on clouds
Keep your head up get it off the ground
You could pretend you’re flyin’ if you don’t look down
And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house
Pay up
Well, I been makin’ the rounds of the inhospitable grounds
I can see that you’ve found your most expensive night gown everyone agrees
You owe me for cryin’ out loud
Come on and pay up
And you owe me the next round
Pay your debt on your way out of town
And you owe me stop actin’ so proud
Pay your debt then get out of my house
You owe me for cryin’ out loud. Pay up.
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9. |
Get Down Rise Up
03:58
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Get Down Rise Up
Get down rise up, give up pay up
Shoot it, kill it love it live it
Paranoid, conniption fits
Don’t worry baby I got this
Be the fire don’t be the ash
Don’t be the credit, be the cash
It all seems a little abstract
You got to get in where you fit in
1st you’ve got the conscience then you got the back up
Then you bring the monkey then you bring the man
Then you bring the nonsense then you drop the knowledge
1st you bring the concepts it all seems a little abstract
Get down rise up, give up pay up
Be the reason, be the one, be the gangster
It all seems a little abstract
You got to get in where you fit in
1st you’ve got the conscience then you got the back up
Then you bring the monkey then you bring the man
Then you bring the nonsense then you drop the knowledge
1st you bring the concepts it all seems a little abstract
Conscience, backup, monkey, man
Nonsensne, knowledge, it all seems abstracts
There’s your alarm clock buzzing in your head
Listen to the man monkey, listen to the man
Get down rise up, give up pay up 4x’s
1st you get the progress, then you get the back up
Then you get the martians, bring along the stickup
Then you bring the stalemate, bring along a lame duck,
don’t worry about the earthquake, worry about the cleanup,
might as well throw in acts of god, lightning flood,
Hurricane, black sludge, acid rain, free drugs,
It’s a living can’t complain, non-disclosure, can’t disclaim,
Exposure, It’s over, the torture, the lawyer, the warning,
Climate change, the poverty, the oil spill, the health care bill, the bailout, the war on terror,
The deficit, the drug war, the Christian right, the middle East, love and peace,
Neither close to last nor least, the bad cocaine, immigration, backward forward,
the hurricane
I just hope that there’s still room for you and me in some kind of compound
Deep inside the green zone, built up to earthquake code, stocked up with rations
In a bomb shelter built by the army corps of engineers and fortified with levees
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Paul Chesne Los Angeles, California
Why we play music:
For the love of it. Because we’re hungry. To make people happy and dance. To
make all the pretty girls cry. Because we’re high. Because we’re low. Because we’re drunk or ascetic. Because we can’t in good conscience do anything else.
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