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God Forbid
02:59
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It’s scary to know that you’ll no longer be here
Holding my hands and punching my knuckles
Parking outside of a convenient store
Searching for a bathroom we can smoke in
You said it’s hopeless to note the things that we see on the way
Losing our minds running low on gasoline
Fist fighting our way out of the darkness
We’ll forget the better things some night this week
You’ll keep your Christmas lights on
So I know that you’re gone
Turn them off when you’re worried
That someone will see them
Keep your head in the toilet
Puking up violets
Turn me on when you’re worried
Or just feeling violent
The walls all around lined with doors to each party
Picking the right one never seemed so important
Sitting outside your apartment and eating
Searching for a bathroom that we can smoke in
This place it blows
You hope your friends all die
And I hope I get lumped in with them
I hope I leave before you cry
This place is shitty
Terribly loud and paranoid
I hope I get thrown into fire
I hope you drown in what you cry
You’ll keep your Christmas lights on
So I know that you’re gone
Turn them off when you’re worried
That someone will see them
Keep your head in the toilet
Puking up violets
Turn me on when you’re worried
Or just feeling violent
So forget all the glory
Forget all the glory
Forget all the glory
You’ll get when you die
This place isn’t normal
Hot as hell and we’re all dressed up
I hope I’m just the same as him
I’ll just go god forbid I try
Keep the lights on I’ll know that you’re here
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2. |
Makeout Point
04:04
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You can feel my muscles in the back of my convertible
Makeout point and cigarette butts making myself comfortable
We can bust a mailbox up raid your neighbors panty drawer
And you can wear my letterman jacket all the way back to yours
And we’ll drag race all my dickhead friends
Share a chocolate milkshake later on
If you’re smart you know how this’ll end
Shooting handguns off my porch
And I grease my hair back spit my gum out
Tell your ex to watch the fuck out
And you talk real slow you lick each word out
Saying “take me somewhere we can make out”
Take me somewhere we can make out
(x4)
I could let you take the wheel of my ‘55 convertible
And I can say “baby I’m burning up” slobber like an animal
We can fuck somebody up steal your daddy’s favorite beers
And we can stare at people passing and just laugh ourselves to tears
And we’ll dance until our feet are red
Share a cigarette in the dark
If you’re smart you’ll know how this’ll end
Shooting up morphine at the park
And I grease my hair back spit my gum out
Tell your ex to watch the fuck out
And you talk real slow you lick each word out
Saying “take me somewhere we can make out”
Take me somewhere we can make out
(x4)
And when my dad cracks a bottle over my head
And when I send my fist through the drywall
And when your parents say that’s not how ladies act
That’s exactly when I’ll realize this is my fault
And when my mother enlists me to go to Vietnam
And when your favorite lipstick tip snaps off
And when your parents say they don’t know who you are
That’s exactly when I’ll realize this is all my fault
And I am not and I will never be
The strongest guy in the room
But I can fake it I’ll pretend to be
If it makes me appealing to you
And I am not and I will never be
But I hold my puke back spit my teeth out
Tell myself to shut the fuck up
And you walk real slow you’re sick you’re fragile
Saying “take me somewhere we can make out”
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3. |
Nudette - This Plan
01:55
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I had every intention of
Going out
And shaving my head
In my friends dorm room
Locked door and start to shed
Going out with a bang
Worried bout
All of my friends
In prov and SK
So close but far away
Peeling back mental checks
Be clear
it's a secret you said
In the darkness
That you were a part of this
Part of this plan
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4. |
Nudette - Punk Rock
01:40
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Walking up the stairs
Fall right down to the livingroom
A killer view of my legs bruised
And I think that it's fair
To call it quits when it's getting to
The point where you need something new
But it's not punk rock to say you care when you don't care
Sleeping in till noon
A rare occasion but happens still
An untimely start to less time to kill
And don't think that it's a joke
See you later but I'll be fine
I'm going home to my friends tonight
Cause it's not punk rock to say you care when you don't care
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