1.Wreckin' Bar(Ra Ra Ra)
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
Pretty girl, wreckin' bar,
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are!
Growin' up, I'm twice the man,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I am!
The angels came F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The evening news and the morning Herald,
I know the offer very far,
but I found the bastard by the car!
'Where you been？' you can say,
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may!
Will a seaman fit below？
No no no it's funny though!
Let's go home I think we oughta,
I know you're your Mother's daughter,
Well brought up; well-to-do,
I haven't got the time for you!
English boy named, presupposing,
Watch out, man, that door's a-closing,
This is what you get when you turn your back,
A clear blue sky turning dirty black!
2.If You Wanna
Lyricist：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Well, I don't wanna wake up in the mornin',
But I've got to face the day.
That's what all the friends I do not like as much as you say.
I don't wanna do things independently,
But I can't make you stay.
That's what all the friends I do not like as much as you say.
But if you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back!
If you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back to me!
Well, I don't wanna see you with another guy,
But the fact is that I may.
That's what all the friends I do not like as much as you say.
We'll give it just another couple of months or so,
And then you'll be okay.
That's what all the friends I do not like as much as you say.
All alone, all alone!
I, I am on my own.
Alone, all alone.
I, I am on my own.
But if you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back!
If you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back to me!
But if you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back!
If you wanna come back it's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back!
Do you wanna come back？ It's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back!
Do you wanna come back？ It's alright, it's alright!
It's alright if you wanna come back to me!
3.A Lack Of Understanding
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
It's only been a year
But it feels like a lifetime here
How's it been for you？
Does it feel like a lifetime too？
What would you do now in light of it all？
I don't regret it in spite of it all
If I can't convince you then nobody can I guess
I've got too much time on my hands
But you don't understand
Or you won't understand
Would I make it right？
Would it make you less uptight？
What would it achieve？
What should I put up my sleeve？
What did you think would come out of it all？
That we'd quit pretending we doubted it all？
Oh you don't make me nervous, hell nobody does these days
I've got too much time on my hands
But you don't understand
Or you won't understand
I've got too much time on my hands
But you don't understand
Or you won't understand
Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready for this？
Should I shake your hand or should I give you a kiss？
Is this everything you always hoped it would be？
We'll see
I've got too much time on my hands
But you don't understand
Or you won't understand
I've got too much time on my hands
But you don't understand
Or you won't understand
4.Blow It Up
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
Okay, I could live without it,
Were you ever my age？ No, I doubt it.
A native American feather;
But Generals look better in leather.
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!
Shipping out his son on the weekend,
But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend,
I'm bored trying to deal with your ego,
Late light bagging in Willow.
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! ...
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!
5.Wetsuit
Lyricist：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
If at some point we all succumb
For goodness sake let us be young
Because time gets harder to outrun
And I'm nobody, I'm not done
With a cool cool breeze and dirty knees
I rest on childhood memories
We all got old at breakneck speed
Slow it down, go easy on me
Go easy on me
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
If it's up and after you
What do you suppose that you would do？
You're all whacked out from lack of sleep
You blame it on the friends you keep
You want to do things differently
And do them independently
We all got old at breakneck speed
Slow it down, go easy on me
Go easy on me
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Does holy water make you pure？
Submerged your vision's just obscured
You're a lot like me
In up to our knees
In over your chest is way too deep
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
6.Norgaard
Lyricist：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Great Dane's cheekbones
Teenage hormones
Young complexion
Non-physical affection
You're a god send
Do you want a boyfriend？
Crazy crazy, easy tiger
Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen so she's probably not ready
A-m-a-n-d-a Norgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard
Smaller tits
And skinny framework
Tall, sharp hips
And you're all in the same work
Giving me the sweet talk
Walking down the catwalk
I want a mannequin
But she won't let me in
Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen so she's probably not ready
A-m-a-n-d-a Norgaard
I saw you on a cover on cross bay boulevard
Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen so she's probably not ready
A-m-a-n-d-a Norgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard
Her mind's made up, she don't want to go steady
She's only seventeen so she's probably not ready
A-m-a-n-d-a Norgaard
I saw you on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard
7.Post Break-Up Sex
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPeter Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPeter Robertson
I can barely look at you,
Don't tell me who you lost it to.
Didn't we say we had a deal？
Didn't I say how bad I feel？
Everyone needs a helping hand;
Who said I would not understand？
Someone up the social scale
for when you're going off the rails, have
Chorus：
Post break-up sex
that helps you forget your ex.
What did you expect from post break up sex？
Leave it 'til the guilt consumes
fucking in the nearest room
All our friends were unaware
Most had just passed out downstairs.
To think I'd hoped you'd be okay,
Now I can't think of what to say,
Maybe I misunderstood,
But I can't believe you're feeling good, from
Chorus x2：
Post break-up sex
that helps you forget your ex,
What did you expect from post break up sex？
Oh when you love somebody but you find someone,
uh huh huh,
And it all unravels and it comes undone
uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh,
uh-huh-huh
Chorus x2：
From post break-up sex
that helps you forget your ex.
What did you expect from post break up sex？
8.Under Your Thumb
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
Hanging out some
Underneath European sun
Hanging out under your thumb
Under it, second to none
I don't mind about taking it slow
I'm perfectly aware of what I'm yet to know
Mutually assumed, utterly consumed
Totally adored, Eleanor
Eleanor
Eleanor
Take it in your stride but don't string me along
I wouldn't tie you down but if you did do me wrong
Thoroughly unnerved, equally perturbed
Totally adored, Eleanor
Eleanor
Eleanor
Eleanor
9.All In White
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
Break me on the 37th hour,
Tout me, doubt me, show me all of your power.
I will watch you rise on my back from afar,
Friend, I thought, don't know if you're up in the stars.
Oh but I will one day shine with you,
I'll shine on a papal view.
Ahhh
Ahhh
Well, show me long quotations,
Help you and your strides.
Fabricate salvation,
Lord, I know your type; I've known you all my life.
I was always wrong, you all in white.
...little trouble
Oh my god I begged for a big bubble
I will watch you rise on my back from the ground.
Friend, I don't know if you'll like what you've found.
Because I will one day shine with you,
I'll shine on a papal view.
Ahhh
Ahhh
Oh show me long quotations,
Help you and your strides.
Fabricate salvation,
Lord, I know your type; I've known you all my life.
I was always wrong, you were all in white.
Oh show me long quotations,
Help you and your strides.
Fabricate salvation,
Lord, I know your type; I've known you all my life.
I was always wrong, you were all in white.
10.Wolf Pack
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
You've seen the world
What did it look like？
You took a plane
I'll take a push bike
Run with the wolves
Calling all the wolf pack
When did you go and when did you get back？
I don't even know you
You're just someone new I don't want to talk to
You're wild, I don't find you crazy at all
You're on the rocks
Would you like to get some？
I'm kind of straight
Where do you come from？
I'm always right but what's your perception？
I'm kind of shy
Oh, didn't he mention？
I don't even know you
You're just someone new I don't want to talk to
You're wild, I don't find you crazy at all
I don't even know you
You're just someone new I don't want to talk to
You're wild, I don't find you crazy at all
I don't even know you
You're just someone new I don't want to talk to
You're wild, I don't find you crazy at all
11.Family Friend
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Arni ArnasonFreddie CowanJustin YoungPete Robertson
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go？
Does everybody really feel as high as a kite？
Well I don't really know if they do but they might
You wanna get young but you're just getting older
And you had a fun summer but it's suddenly colder
If you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder
It's cool
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go？
Does everybody really feel as high as a kite？
Well I don't really know if they do but they might
You wanna get young but you're just getting older
And you had a fun summer but it's suddenly colder
If you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder
It's cool
You wanna get young but you're just getting older
And you had a fun summer but it's suddenly colder
If you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder
It's cool
Half baked girl
Hey, I'm hardly surprised
Snake eyes disguise everybody's lies
Faded nail marks on pale thighs and an awkward secret that
someone denies
And now you're trying to get yourself back in
Come on in
You wanna get young but you're just getting older
And you had a fun summer but it's suddenly colder
If you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder
It's cool
You wanna get young but you're just getting older
And you had a fun summer but it's suddenly colder
If you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder
It's cool
12.Somebody Else's Child
Lyricist：Freddie CowanArni ArnasonJustin YoungPete Robertson
Writer(s)：Justin YoungFreddie CowanArni ArnasonPete Robertson
I'm alright,
Why'd you ask？
I'm uptight, I guess.
Let it pass.
I've never had much in common with you.
You brought me up,
Gentle and mild.
But I'm somebody else's,
Somebody else's child.
Full head of hair,
Bright blue eyes.
I get my nose, I'm told,
From my Mother's side.
She took a lover that she barely knew.
I let you down,
Wayward and wild.
But I'm somebody else's,
Somebody else's child.
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