1.One Angry Dwarf And 200 Solemn Faces
September '75 I was 47 inches high,
My mom said by christmas I would have
A badass mother g-i joe, for your little minds to blow,
I still got beat up after class
Yeah
Now I'm big and important
One angry dwarf, and 200 solemn faces are you
If you really want to see me,
Check the papers and the tv
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass
Goodbye
Don't give me that bullshit,
You know who I am
I'm your nightmare little man
Vic you stole my lunch money, made me cry
Jane remember second grade ？
Said you couldn't stand my face
Rather than kiss me
You said you'd 'rather die..'
I'm big and important
One angry dwarf, and 200 solemn faces are you
If you really want to see me,
Check the papers and the tv
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass
Goodbye
You'll be sorry one day
Yes, you will. yes, you will
You shouldn't push me around
Cause I will, yes, I will
You will be sorry when I'm big
Yes, you will, yes, you will
You'll be sorry
Now I'm big and important
One angry dwarf, and 200 solemn faces are you
If you really want to see me,
Check the papers and the tv
Now.. look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass
Kiss my ass,
Kiss my ass, goodbye now
Kiss my ass,
Kiss my ass, goodbye now
Kiss my ass,
Kiss my ass, goodbye now
Kiss my ass,
Kiss my ass goodbye now
Sep. '75 I was 47 inches hiiiiiiigh
Sep. '75
Sep '75
Ahhhhhh
2.Zak And Sara
Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavea amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
Zak and Sara
Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara
Zak called his dad about layaway plans
And Sara told the friendly salesman that：
'You'll all die in your cars,
And why's it gotta be dark？
And you're all working in a submarine'
(Asshole)
She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
Zak and Sara
Zak and Sara
3.Silver Street
Now the houses are ghosts
Over Silver Street
They got 'em dressed up like clowns
Married couples slamming doors
Bums praising the Lord
You're playing tapes for the town
Now the neighbourhood's mixed
And your college friends
Are getting younger every year
The wind don't blow
And the grass don't grow
You're never leaving Silver Street
You bought some brown wire-frames
At a junk shop
And that was you trademark at school
Now they're barely hanging on
And the styles are moving on
It's hard for a man to stay cool.
So the seasons change and the storefronts change
While everything else stays the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow
You'll never leaving Silver Street
But now don't get me wrong
cause, oh-woah-oh, I
like this neighborhood
oh, and seeing you is good
But now we spend the day so completely uninspired
Asking why oh why should I be
tired
They're filling the pot holes in on Silver Street
They're waking the neighbors up at noon
Now you're friends are out on break
And you're out on your brown lawn
Raking the dirt with a broom
Well the seasons change and the storefronts change
While everything else stays the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow
You never leave Silver Street
Never leaving, never leaving,
never leaving, never leaving
oh, woah-oh, ah
4.Best Imitation Of Myself
I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be free what you want to see
I got the gesture and sounds
Got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent
Did I make me up, or make the face till it stuck
I do the best imitation of myself
The 'problem with you' speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me acting my age
Now if it's all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself
Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole
Wondering, who I am when I ought to know
Straighten up now time to go
Fool somebody else, fool somebody else
Last night I was east with them
And west within
Trying to be for you what you wanna see
But I can't help it with you
The good and bad comes through
Don't want you hanging out with
No one but me
Now that it's all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
Yes it's uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself
5.Not the Same
You took a trip
And climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed 'til morning came
You were not the same after that
You gave your life
To Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down
You looked around
And you were not the same after that
(AHHHH AHHHH)
You were not the same after that
(AHHHH AHHHH)
You were not the same after that
You see em drop like flies
From the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
With this look in their eyes
You got one good trick
And you're hangin' on
You're hangin' on
To it...
You took the word
And made it heard
And eased the people's pain
And for that
You were idolized, immortalized
And you were not the same after that
Walking tall
You'd bought it all
And you were not the same after that
'Till someone died
On the water slide
And you were not the same after that
You see em drop like flies
From the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
With this look in their eyes
You got one good trick
And you're hangin' on
You're hangin' on
To it...
(OOOOO OOOOO OOOOO OOOOO)
(OOOOO OOOOO OOOOO OOOOO)
You see em drop like flies
From the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
With this look in their eyes
You got one good trick
And you're hangin' on
You're hangin' on
You see them drop like flies
You're hangin' on
You're hangin' on
You're hangin' on
6.Jane
Jane be Jane
You're better that way
Not when your trying
Imitating something you think you saw
Jane be Jane
And if sometimes that might
Drive them away
Let them stay there
You don't need them anyway
You're worried there might not be
Anything at all inside
That you're worried
Should tell you that's not right
Don't try to see yourself
The way that others do
It's no use
You're worried there might not be
Anything at all inside
But that you're worried
Should tell you that's not right
You've had it harder than anyone could know
So hard to let it go
But its your life
You can decorate it
As you like
Beneath the pain and armour
In your eyes the truth still shines
Jane be Jane
Jane be Jane
7.One Down
I woke up and I drove to work
on the wrong side of the road
and what the hell would I do
I must admit, I didn't know
and Andrew came along, ya'll
to add a couple of lines or so
I've got one I finished yesterday
and I've got 3.6 to go
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
and turn it in
but I never was alright with
turning in a bunch of sh＊t
I don't like wasting time
with music that won't make me proud
but now I've found a reason
to sit right down and sh＊t some out
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
I love you more than
any man has loved before
I love you more than
all the stars up in the sky
I think that we should settle down
and live happily forever, after
what do ya think of that？
I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
and I hate hearing belly-aching
rock stars whine and sob
cause I could be bussing tables
I could well be pumping gas
But I get paid much finer
for playing piano and kissing ass
this one I wrote just and hour ago
and 3.6 at last
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
one down and 3.6
one down and 3.6
tomorrow and I'm out of here
8.Fred Jones Pt. 2
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him：'Life has been good'
Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone has left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
9.Brick
6am, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
And I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
They call her name at 7：30
I pace around the parking lot
Then I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Than she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
As weeks went by
It showed that she was not fine
They told me 'Son, it's time
To tell the truth'
And she broke down
And I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying
Driving back to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
She's alone
I'm alone
Now I know it
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
10.Narcolepsy
I should warn you
I go to sleep
I know you don't
Know what I mean
Yet
I get upset or happy
I go to sleep
Nothing hurts when
I go to sleep
But I'm not tired
I'm not tired
I know it seems that I don't care
But something in me does I swear
I don't remember all last year
I left you awake to cry the tears
While I was dreaming in the streams
Flowing between the shores
Of joy and sadness
I'm drowning
Save me
Wake me up
I should warn you
I go to sleep
You won't know when I go to sleep
Beause I'm not tired
I'm not tired
I Just sleep
11.Army
Well I thought about the army
Dad said, Son you're fucking high
And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything
So I took my old man's advice
Three sad semesters
It was only 15 grand spent in bed
I thought about the army
I dropped out and joined a band instead
Grew a moustache and a mullet
Got a job at Chick-fil-a
Citing artistic differences
The band broke up in May
And in June reformed without me
And they'd got a different name
I nuked another grandma's apple pie
And hung my head in shame
Been thinking a lot today
Been thinking a lot today
Oh, I think I'll write a screenplay
Oh, I think I'll take it to LA
Oh, I think I'll get it done yesterday
In this time of introspection
On the eve of my election
I say to my reflection
God please spare me more rejection
'Cause my peers they criticize me
And my ex-wives all despise me
Try to put it all behind me
But my redneck past is nipping at my heels
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I thought about the army...
12.The Last Polka
Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
If you really loved me she said
I wouldn't have to be so mean
He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
It's evidence of what he was like
He likes to remember when...
Sha la li, sha la li lo li
The end is growing near
And we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We're sinking sha la la la la la
In a minute it will all be coming down
And they know it now but no one makes a sound
Such a shame to ruin this bright
Lazy summer day...
Sha la li, sha la li lo li
The end is growing near
And we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We're sinking sha la la la la la
My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word
My my, the kindest truths are often spoke, but never heard
She said, 'You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.
You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you.'
He said, 'Well I hate that it's come to this
But baby I was doing fine. How do you think
That I survived the other 25 before you？'
Sha la li, sha la li la la li
The end is growing near
And we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We're sinking sha la la la la la
13.Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
14.Rock This Bitch
I, I
I'm gonna rock this bitch
I tell you what, I'm gonna rock this bitch
I'm gonna rock it like the bitch has never been rocked before
I tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna rock this bitch
I'm gonna rah rah rah rock this mutha f＊ckin' beotch
15.Philosophy
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
You see they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead you can laugh all you want
I got my philosophy (keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy (what I feel)
It keeps me walking when I'm falling down (phi-los-o-phy)
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
And I'm crazy but I get the job done
And I say
Go ahead you can laugh all you want
But I got my philosophy (keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy (what I feel)
It keeps me walking when I'm falling down (phi-los-o-phy)
I push you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
No, too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech and move the stone
But it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I got my philosophy (keeps my feet on the ground)
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy (what I feel)
And now it's time for this song to end (phi-los-o-phy)
16.The Luckiest
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face？
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street where you live？
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know？
And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
His wife, she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know
we belong
That I know
That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest
That I know
That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest
17.Emaline
Now, I wish it was last September
We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday
'Cause Emaline, don't walk in time,
She's not the same that's all you can say.
That's all you can say
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
(shhhh!)
They're talking now.
Does she know what they're saying？
She's got the air, to float above it.
I'm sinking in the 'Someone Should Pay'.
She's dear to me, and so expensive.
Now I'm not talking 'bout money.
Money talks,
I hate to listen,
But lately it's been screaming in my ear.
When I've heard enough, I tell myself-
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,
Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.
It only took me one look to understand Emaline,
sometime I don't know what she's saying.
Sometimes I do,
Sometimes I don't,
know what she's saying
But I know,
I know,
I know what she wants to believe
It wish it was last September
Don't let me walk away from Emaline.
For stupid reasons,
Now I'm talking 'bout money
Money talks,
I hate to listen,
But lately it's been screaming in my ear
Yeah, what advice! Girls need attention.
Or are you diffrent than all mine？
For all it's worth, she's got attention
From people like you who see Black and White
Now I've heard enough, I'll tell you what
Really shouldn't sit here and whine,
I'll take you down to see my Emaline.
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