1.Punk Assed Bitch
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye
You think that 'cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later, while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna, that you're a
stupid
Shit ass, a meat head, Guido, pass-gas
That you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
You know you want to spangle, but you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude-a, your reason to be rude-a
You think that 'cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later, while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension
You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're
a stupid
Shit ass, a meat head, Guido, pass gas
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
2.Never Write A Song About You
I don't get to see you that often
But here we are again
And it's christmas time
When you flirt you are relentless
How i love to be defenceless
Yeah once again you corner me
And once again i do believe
That i'd never write a song about you
All the same
You play your game
Till your boyfriend looks over
No i'd never write a song about you
Cos it shows
I think he knows
That you've taken me over again
Roll it back again to the beginning
You're all up in my grill
And it's Hallowe'en
You think you're cute without your costume
And you caught me in the front room
You say you dont like my attitude
I'll bet your boyfriend thinks its rude
And i'd never write a song about you
All the same
You play your game
Till your boyfriend looks over
No i'd never write a song about you
Cos it shows
I think he knows
That you've taken me over again
(aww son of a bitch)
hooooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
hooooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo-ooo
hooooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
hoo-hoo
hoo-hoo
hoo-hoo
hoo-hoo
hoo!
(sigh)
You dont seem to like my new girlfriend
So now it's not the same
Cos i wont play your game
And you'll say it doesnt matter
But your hold on me is shattered
So once again you corner me
Once again i do believe
That i'd never write a song about you
Never write a song about you
(never write a song about you)
Never write a song about you
(never write a song about you)
Never write a song about you
(never write a song about you)
Cos i'd never write a song about you
All the same
You play your game
Till your boyfriend looks over
No i'd never write a song about you
Cos it shows
I think he knows
That you've taken me over again
3.Pretty Girl
Lyricist：Brown Brendan B
She's a pretty girl, she doesn't know it's over
She doesn't know that my plane leaves tomorrow
She's ringing in my ear, she redefines the night call
Hang up the phone again, turn off the ringer
Heaven only knows what she wants from me
But I won't wait around enough to see
'Cause I'm running away from your arms tonight
And you won't let me go without a fight
I can honestly say right now, you don't understand me
You don't understand me
So we fight again and the night turns into sunrise
I know getting up for work will be a hellhole
She's like the mission man, she's screaming about Jesus
Maybe when I'm deaf, then she can save me
Heaven only knows what she wants from me
But I won't wait around enough to see
'Cause I'm running away from your arms tonight
And you won't let me go without a fight
I can honestly say right now, you don't understand me
You don't understand me
And now she wants to know if I ever really loved her
if I ever meant that shit about a wedding
I said that months ago, I can't believe that she remembers
And now the secret's out that I'm a jackass
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
And now the secret's out
4.Punk A＊＊ B＊＊＊＊
Lyricist：Richard Liegey
She wriggles and she wraggles
She jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by
Your line of vision ass-eye
You think that 'cause she smiles
That you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later
While in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a
Get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma
It turns into miamsa
But you have got no class, no style
No socials skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a＊＊ b＊＊＊＊
You open up your mouth-a
Amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony
That you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No socials skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a＊＊ b＊＊＊＊
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a＊＊ b＊＊＊＊
You know you want to spangle
But you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude-a
Your reason to be rude-a
You think that 'cause she smiles
That you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later
While in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a
Get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma
It turns into miamsa
But you have got no class, no style
No socials skills, no comprehension
You open up your mouth-a
Amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony
That you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No socials skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a＊＊ b＊＊＊＊
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk a＊＊ b＊＊＊＊
5.Lemonade
Lyricist：Brendan Bernard Brown
Just tell me his name, just tell me you didn't get laid on our
bedroom
And was it the same？ Just tell me if his dick is bigger than
mine
Do you remember the way it was when I was home
Before I left you all alone？
Now I wanna be eighty on the porch drinking lemonade with you
And it's all that I can think about when you tell me that you
cheated
Eighty on the porch drinking lemonade with you
And it's all that I can think about when you tell me that you
cheated on me
I knew that you would, I knew 'cause ya told me it runs in your
family
And I did the same, so I guess that I deserve half of the blame
Do you remember the way it was for us
Before all of the blow jobs on the bus？
Now I wanna be eighty on the porch drinking lemonade with you
And it's all that I can think about when you tell me that you
cheated
Eighty on the porch drinking lemonade with you
And it's all that I can think about when you tell me that you
cheated
When you tell me that you cheated
What should I care about the long run
What should it matter to me？
I always knew id end up with no one
And now I know the end is near 'cause you've replaced me
Just tell me his name
Just tell me you didn't get laid in our bedroom
Just tell me his name
Just tell me if his dick is bigger than mine
Just tell me his name
Just tell me you didn't get laid in our bedroom
Just tell me his name
Just tell me you didn't get laid on our bedroom
6.Little Respect
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no . . .
Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me？
We can make love not war, and live in peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover？
Don't you tell me no. . .
Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect to me
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no.
Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me
7.Randall
Lyricist：Brendan B Brown
1, 2, 3, 4
My name is Randall
No, I don't think I've met you before my friend
I don't really know you
But I heard your message on the answering machine
Think it went something like this
'Hello Randall, heard that you
Wrote a big hit and you're rich now
Hope you remember the promise you made
When I taught you everything that you know'
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
My name is rock star
Tell me aren't you sick of me yet, my friends？
'Cause I am the asshole
Who thinks that his advise is all you need to survive
Give me the sound of the crowd
Give me the people who know all the lyrics
Give me the face of the kid in the front
When he realizes what the song is about
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Here they come
Time to tell the truth now, Randall
Time to give it up now, Randall
Time to let us know now, Randall
Please, Randall, please
My name is Randall
And that can be anything you want it to be
Woo!
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
Do run, run, do run, run
Randall, here they come
8.Desperate Songs
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
I know I'm a little erratic
And sometimes my chickens are chasing my rabbits
Do you think you can stand it？
Do I have the right to stand here and demand it？
And just like you the paranoia keeps me up
At night so late but
If you believe in desperate songs
I promise that one day, I'll learn how to write them
And then you and me can be free
As long as we learn all our desperate songs
Well, I know I'm a little bit spastic
When I know these castles with paper and plastic
You don't look like you can stand it
Yeah, I have the right to stand here and demand it
And just like you the softest earthquakes shake me out
Of bed at midnight
And if you believe in desperate songs
I promise that one day I'll learn how to write them
And then you and me can be free
As long as we learn all our desperate songs
Do you remember the panic
That I was felt when the small was gigantic
And just like you the heavy metal keeps me up
At night so late but
If you believe in desperate songs
I promise that one day I'll learn how to write them
And then you and me can be free
As long as we learn all our desperate songs
9.I Am What I Is
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
Christopher calls me
He calls me complaining
He's already waited
Too long to begin
The world is on one side
And I'm on the other
And I read in a magazine
And I am what I is, I am
Brian, the actor
He caters on Saturdays
With cuff link and bowie
He can bring me a drink
He tells me he sweats it
Like pig in a blanket
And I ran out of toothpicks
But I don't have to think and I am
But autumn will come
And everyone loves you
When you've already won
And I'm here to tell you
That I don't care if up turns you down
I will hear you say, 'I am what I am, when I am what I is
When I am what I am, when I am what I is'
Katie is lonely
She lives with her parents
She saves all her money
So she can spend it in Spain
Her mums doesn't get it
She says to forget it
I told her we're different
But she knows we're the same and I am
But autumn will come
And everyone loves you
When you've already won
And I'm here to tell you
That I don't care if up turns you down
I will hear you say, 'I am what I am, when I am what I is
When I am what I am, when I am what I is'
Christopher calls me
He calls me complaining
When I am what I am, when I am what I is
(Christopher calls me)
When I am what I am, when I am what I is
(Christopher calls me)
When I am what I am, when I am what I is
(Christopher calls me)
...
10.Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Lyricist：Eddie Schwartz
You're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That's okay, let's see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot, fire away
You come on with the come on
You don't fight fair, that's okay, see if I care
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I get right back up on my feet again
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot, fire away
You're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place
Hit me with your best shot, c'mon
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot, fire away
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot, fire away
11.Something Good
Lyricist：Brendan B Brown
Cocaine eyes, been living a lie
Looks like another big night on the credit card, baby
But you're makin' 'em smile, yeah, you're drivin' 'em wild
I could sit back and let you do all the talking now, couldn't I？
I'm dropping 'round just you pretend that you don't hear me
though
And I can be just what you need and you would never know
You're way too busy playing DJ on the stereo
But you don't spin it like I feel it though
The center of my mind is a dark place
That wishes it wouldn't do what it would
(Do what it would)
And every mistake that I ever made
Saying I didn't do what I should
(Do what he should)
And if you wanna see me smilin'
You're gonna have to
(Do something you never)
(Do something you never)
You never would
The bigger the size, the better the prize
Gonna get yourself a big bad life you's a cool kid ain't cha？
But you still got the style that makes the company smile
You just sit back and let 'em do all the talking now, don't ya？
You and your crew can shovel shit down at the money show
Sign for your life and they will get you on the radio
Check out the line around the block and say I told you so
But you don't play it like I feel it, no
The center of my mind is a dark place
That wishes it wouldn't do what it would
(Do what it would)
And every mistake that I ever made
Saying I didn't do what I should
(Do what he should)
And if you wanna see me smiling
You're gonna have to
(Do something you never)
(Do something you never)
Play something good
The center of my mind is a dark place
That wishes it wouldn't do what it would
The center of my mind is a dark place
That wishes it wouldn't do what it would
The center of my mind is a dark place
That wishes it wouldn't do what it would
And every mistake that I ever made
Saying I didn't do what I should
And if you wanna see me smiling
You're gonna have to
(Do something you never)
(Do something you never)
You never would
12.BMX Bandits
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
Over and under we ride
In love with the suicide
Here we fuck with disaster
And careful is something to hide
So come give this trick a try
Push it faster you bastard
And over this mountain you glide
No, you're not gonna last if you can't push it past
Nicole, what's that you got？
Is that a black turbo diamond back？
A JMC racing bike？
Man, I wish I had one like that
Nicole, you stole my soul
With your cute little bunny hop
Your radical table top
Girl, I wished you would never stop
Nicole, I was only ten years old
Shit, I left my cell phone at home, It's just a broken collar
bone
Walk it off, you big pussy, and get your ass back on the bike
It's time to go lay some pipe or just watch me get nice
I'ma school you on how to get high
Then go home tell your friends how you bite all my style
Nicole, what's that you got？
Is that a black turbo diamond back？
A JMC racing bike？
Man, I wish I had one like that
Nicole, you stole my soul
With your cute little bunny hop
Your radical table top
Girl, I wished you would never stop
Nicole, you got this moto licked
The Hutch kids are off the list
All the skyway's are being fixed
Walky talkies and stolen shit
Nicole, Quadangle, P.K. Ripper, Webco and Mongoose
Nicole, I was only ten years old
Is there a love in your life 'cause I wanna be your wife
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a bicycle up in the sky
You didn't say you could fly, now I know where I stand
And I'm tired of life on the ground
Lose my soul when I'm down up your ramp, I am found
Hey Nicole, what's that you got？
Is that a black turbo diamond back？
A JMC racing bike？
Man, I wish I had one like that
Nicole, you stole my soul
With your cute little bunny hop
Your radical table top
Girl, I wished you would never stop
Nicole, you got this moto licked
The Hutch kids are off the list
All the skyway's are being fixed
Walky talkies and stolen shit
Nicole, Quadangle, P.K. Ripper, Webco and Mongoose
Nicole, I was only ten years old
13.The London Sun
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
Socrates ain't got nothing on me
When it comes to over thinking
Paranoid that's how I prefer to be
Into the ground I'm sinking
Then you call and you say
To me in your ordinary way
That you can't help me out
Of the ordinary
You're just like the London Sun, man
You're over and done with, before you've begun
And I won't be like the only one
Who would stand there and smile and try to be fun
When I say, hey baby, what went wrong
We go back to beginnings, the story's too long
To be told like you were the only one
Who ever got left in the dark by the London Sun
Hurricanes are blowing out my brains
But my eyes are calm and hollow
Airplane stalls from the sky it falls
You can read the news tomorrow
Then you call and you say
To me in your ordinary way
That your life has become
Too fucking ordinary
You're just like the London Sun, man
You're over and done with, before you've begun
And I won't be like the only one
Who would stand there and smile and try to be fun
When I say, hey baby, what went wrong
We go back to beginnings, the story's too long
To be told like you were the only one
Who ever got left in the dark by the London
Leave if you wanna leave, it's alright
I know what it's like to feel like
Life is passing by
When you are stuck in the place you're in
Ordinary space you're in
I'm stuck at a nook in the place
That I'm stuck in with you
You're just like the London Sun, man
You're over and done with, before you've begun
And I won't be like the only one
Who would stand there and smile and try to be fun
When I say, hey baby, what went wrong
We go back to beginnings, the story's too long
To be told like you were the only one
Who ever got left in the dark by the London
You're just like the London Sun, man
You're over and done with, before you've begun
And I won't be like the only one
Who would stand there and smile and try to be fun
When I say, hey baby, what went wrong
We go back to beginnings, the story's too long
To be told like you were the only one
Who ever got left in the dark by the London Sun
By the London Sun
By the London Sun
By the London Sun
By the London
14.Teenage Dirt Bag
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
And oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick my ass
If he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an I-Rok
And he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me ooh
Ooh, yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely, lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me, this must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
Why does she give a damn about me
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you, ooh
Ooh, yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missin'
15.American In Amsterdam
Lyricist：Brendan B Brown
It's only been an hour but I think I feel the power
Tell me where do you guys wanna go to？
Well I could go for that but I need to buy a hat
I think I saw some for sale on the small streets
Can I play the game without a plan？
I think Pete has the map but tell me what's the difference？
I do not know exactly where I am
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in
Silver mushroom Jesus, he is standing in between us
Preaching words that he doesn't believe
I think that he's crackers 'cos he keeps calling me captain
And he's barking and growling at strangers
Later on tonight he's gonna turn back into Elvis
When they kick his ass out of the sex show
We play in a band that has no fans
I think Peter lost the map we don't know where we're going
I'm trying to remember who I am
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
Mike prefers a quiet conversation in the pub
But the English are pissed, drunk and raging
'Hey bono', they said when they threw peanuts at my head
And said, 'Hey prick can we try on your glasses？â
Now I am just a dork, but listen I come from New York
So I said, 'Hey, what are you guys, Irish？â
We came to play the game without a plan
Pete puked on the map we don't know where we're going
I do not know exactly who I am
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
I'm an American in Amsterdam
16.The Song That I Wrote When You Dissed Me
Lyricist：Brendan B Brown
Hey there, Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do
When there's nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse？
Hey there, Mr. CEO man, where you gonna be
When your daughter and me hop the first cheap flight to Fiji or
Paris？
There you go telling me how I feel again
There you go telling me what you need again
There you go telling me how to be again
Just like you, ain't it true？
But like that nasty King Kong
Cock strong and half a block long
There weren't nothing as string as the song
That I wrote when you dissed me
Hey there, Mr. Fraternity, boy, what you gonna say
When it's time to admit to your family and shit that you're gay？
Anyway
Hey there, Mr. Head-In-The-Clouds, you know what I found？
Got the tape of the rape and that ass that you pound
How profound, pass around
There you go telling me how I feel again
There you go telling me what you need again
There you go telling me how to be again
Just like you, ain't it true？
But like that nasty King Kong
Cock strong and half a block long
There weren't nothing as the song
That I wrote when you dissed me
Just like that nasty King Kong
Cock strong and half a block long
There weren't nothing as strong as the song
That I wrote when you dissed me
Everybody lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch
Yeah, everything's alright, leave it alone tonight
Yeah, everything's okay
Just tell your mom, you're gay
Yeah, yeah, just like that nasty King Kong
Cock strong and half a block long
There weren't nothing as strong
As that nasty King Kong
Just like that nasty King Kong
Cock strong and half a block long
There weren't nothing as strong as the song
That I wrote, motherfucker
17.In The Melody
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles
I turned back into the me that I was
That guy that would go out to buy a new porno
And come back with twenty, the pervert you love
And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
For me to play if I ever had a lonely day
I slipped it in and the Stereophonics came on singing about
music
Well, at least someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
Someone still believes
The sound of American radio's making me feel like
I just killed my mom and my dad
These pop songs are meant to be simple
So people who make them
We take them and break them in half
And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
For me to play if I my ears were ever being raped
I slipped it in and the Tragically Hip came on singing about
music
Well, at least someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
Someone still believes
Well, at least someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
Someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit
Someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit
18.The Truth I Tell Myself
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
You don't have to tell me that I'm stubborn
'Cause I'm not
And I know â~cause it runs in my family
And skips every other generation
You don't have to save my soul
Or make me feel like I'm in control
It's not worth the double scotch whiskey
That you'd have to buy me
You look like you're surprised
Like when will I get wise
But I'll just drive the same dead ends I've tried
And I think I know why
There's no connection between what I want
And what is good for me
The truth, I tell myself not to believe
You don't know, I could have been somethin'
But I'm not and I know that it's somebody else's fault
Just like every other thing
That's ever happened to me
Yeah, I could have been like the king
Or like someone who could really sing
Folks would line up round the corner
Just so they could come and hear me
There I go again
Them devils love their sin
Well, they can't end what I do not begin
So I'm safe where I'm in
And there's no connection between what I want
And what is good for me
The truth, I tell myself not to believe
There's no direction between where I am
And where I'm supposed to be
The truth, I tell myself not to believe
Don't think that I'm expecting you to stay
'Cause you won't and I know
'Cause I've seen it a million times
It's just a charming, self destructive disposition of I
Yeah, all those happy endings are for fools
Who feel like they will never lose
Folks, who think there's a God out there
That's gonna save them
I'll get this 'round my friend
And then we can start again
Just like we did when we were who we are
Have we come that far？
There's no connection between what I want
And what is good for me
The truth, I tell myself not to believe
There's no direction between where I am
And where I'm supposed to be
The truth, I tell myself not to believe
19.No Happy Ending Tune
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
When the summer comes, we'll get on our aeroplanes
And go back to where we came from
(Summertime)
It's a surprise but I think I'll survive
When this is done, we can have our loved one's back
Just in time for the new hijack
(Blue and black)
It's a fact, it's the act we act inside
Oh God, how good would it be
If you trusted me and I believed in you？
Oh God, what good would it do？
No happy ending tune
When the summer comes we can burn these penguin clothes
And go home where no one knows us
(Sunny side)
It's a sign, shiny like a dime
When this is done, we can die a thousand times
All alone and unrecognized
(Summertime)
Never mind, oh, I hate to say goodbye
But oh God, how good would it be
If you trusted me and I believed in you？
Oh God, what good would it do
If I believed in you, if I believed in you？
But this is a no happy ending tune
Oh God, how good would it be
If you trusted me and I believed in you？
Oh God, what good could we do
If you trusted me and I believed in you？
Oh God, what good would it do
If I believed in you, if I believed in you？
If I believed in you, if I believed in you
If I believed in you, if I believed in you
But this is a no happy ending tune
20.This Island
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
I met the King of England once
But the guys at the deli back home
They don't believe me
(Believe)
I ride my bike all around
Round my hometown
Where nobody knows me
(Knows me)
And they say that, 'The problem is mine and I should take'
Take a more positive line on the situation
When solutions are staring me right in the face
Yet we've run out of time
But if I do what you'd say everything would be fine
Well no thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Cash it in and stick to the end
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Can't you see that I need this to end
I had a dream about a song
It was so strong
It made all the right's wrong
(Right, wrong)
But when I went to write it all down
Capture the sound
You won't believe what I found
(I found)
Yeah, it turn out bad, mad and sad when I played it
It sounded like, more like a fad that had lasted
A little too long that it had and I realized
This was as good as it got
There's no snowmen in hell 'cos it's too fuckin' hot
So no thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Cash it in and stick to the end
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
Can't you see that I need this to end？
Yeah, I thought that I knew, who I was, what I know？
Nothing, or all the above did I mention
Those hip new ideas that I got from you last week
They sucked all the life out of life in a heartbeat
through
But you already knew that was true
Since you tried it the first time in 1989
When you were the one in my shoes
And some asshole like you told you what you should do
When you do what you do
And you had to do it how he wanted you to？
Have you learned how to live with regret？
Yeah, I can't get these things in my head
'Cos if I turned out like you I would wish I was dead
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
No thanks, I'd rather sit here and die on this island
21.Whole Amoeba
Lyricist：Brendan B Brown
Bumping around in the back
In the dark I see people
Huddled around the girl
She is the one in the back of the bar
With a photo of Nixon and Mary-Jane
I am the one in the back of the bar
With my hat on, I'm chillin' with Mary-Jane
She is a chick who knew Dick
And she kicks to me old school
Like she gonna have a cow
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
When we're huddled around the girl
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
When we're huddled around the girl
You had a hold on me but just for a while
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
You had a hold on me but just for a while
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
Fuck the police, coming straight for my underwear
Young brother got it bad 'cause it's brown
You had a hold on me but just for a while
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
You had a hold on me but just for a while
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
And I finally found out what it is that she's all about
22.Anyway
Lyricist：Brendan B. Brown
Pornography
Well, I pretend I can't hang up the phone
'Cause if I do then he gets you
And I'll be in this room alone
Staring at the carpet
Wondering how they made it
And you would say I should not be afraid
I'm better off alone and free
'Cause no one can put up with me
And your mom don't like me either
Now I don't have to meet her
You and me
We end up in catastrophe
But I have got one more thing to add
Okay, so I'm a jerk and I'm a weirdo
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero
But I thought that you'd love me anyway
I'm so not even worth it
But baby, no one's perfect
Yeah, I thought that you'd love me anyway
Anyway
You're not the type of girl who takes advice
Still all that shit your parents said
Still bouncing round inside your head
'You two will never make it, if you build it, he will break it'
You and me
They sum us up so poignantly
But I have got one more thing to add
Okay, so I'm a jerk and I'm a weirdo
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero
But I thought that you'd love me anyway
I'm so not even worth it
But baby, no one's perfect
Yeah, I thought that you'd love me anyway
Anyway
Maybe you'll never play the guitar
And maybe you'll never sing in harmony with me
Maybe you can't rock the AC／DC
Well, hell still ain't a bad place to be if you're with me
Anyway
Okay, so I'm a jerk and I'm a weirdo
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero
But I thought that you'd love me anyway
I'm so not even worth it
But baby, no one's perfect
Yeah, I thought that you'd love me anyway
Anyway
And the end goes like this
23.A Little Respect
Lyricist：Andy Bell, Vince Clarke
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so
hard
That you give me no soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me？
We can make love not war, and live with peace in our hearts
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover？
Don't you tell me no soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect to me
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me
24.Hump 'Em N' Dump 'Em
Lyricist：Brendan Brown
Cough up the rent Mr. Kent
And don't try to blame it on the government
Your wife is a clown she's in town
She gets with some other guy
Are you gonna finish your fat？
'Cause I'd like to give it to my kitty cat
The big fat look is coming back
You skinny people are screwed
And I know you're right
Yeah, I know it's time
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, here we go again
Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it
The newspaper says to get bent
Man I'd like to say that to the President
He got the L in the House
I guess he already did
She looks like she finished here fat
She then turned around and ate my kitty cat
She coughed up a hair ball or two
And laughed her way to the bank
And I know it's right
Yeah, I know it's time
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, here we go again
Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another another another
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another another another
Here we go again, here we go again
Here we go again, another hump 'em dump 'em situation
Here we go again, another another another
Here we go again, here we go again
Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it
25.Truffles
Lyricist：Brendan Brown
You, you think you're such a bad ass
You think you're such a rough neck
Well I saw you outside eating truffles with your mom on the
patio
I think it's really sad though and tell your girl ta quit
buggin' me
'Cause I saw her outside suckin' dick
In the bathroom of the bus of the Iron Maiden cover band
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
Me, I'm just another gringo, a bitter jalepeno
But I gets more montequilla in a week
Than your bitch ass gets in a lifetime
You're steppin' on a land mine, you're gonna shoot your eye out
I'm thinkin' what in the Sam Ham Hill is goin' on
Wit your Moms in the clogs and the skirt
Wouldn't fucker for my country with a flag on her face and a
stolen dick
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in
You, you think you're still a bad ass, you think you're still a
rough neck
Well let's take this outside
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