1. |
Let The Boys Play
02:12
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We haven't made our parents proud,
we keep them up, we are too loud.
We like to drink and smoke and fuck too much,
but sometimes it's not enough,
let the boys play.
We smell like beer and like to skate.
We're full of shit and weed and hate.
We don't have love or cash to spare.
We're wasting time, but we don't care,
LET THE BOYS PLAY!
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2. |
My House
02:36
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stylistic or styleless,
i’m a nihilist now.
i tried all this out
for much too long
im gone for good
as good as gone
a long time coming down
im battling Doubt
he figured me out
he knows im a coward
afraid of my house
you found it,
i’m out of it,
but i’m proud of it now.
we battled it out,
you know you won
we’re done for good
as good as done
the upsides coming down
im battling doubt
he figured me out
he knows im a coward
afraid of my house
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3. |
Figure It Out
02:04
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I'm so mad that you're here,
but you brought beer,
and you're not scared of me.
I missed supper,
I'm much drunker than I care to be.
I don't wan't you in my house,
I want you to get out,
I don't want to see you around.
I told myself tonight,
I wasn't gonna' think of you.
Then I felt better
and remembered
what I want to do.
I want nothing in my house,
I want it all out,
I don't want to see her.
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4. |
Untitled
03:43
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I heard a noise downstairs,
I woke my parents,
and said that I was scared.
They told me son,
it's nothing but the night,
now go to bed.
Rest your head.
I had a grudge,
some jerk at my school,
he's good at sports,
and breaking all the rules.
I told him "Bud,
you're not the coolest kid around",
and now I'm on the ground,
and I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile.
I saw a shrink today.
I told her stories,
she said that I'm okay.
She showed me pictures,
and asked about my day,
now I'm in bed.
I gotta' rest me head.
And I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile,
I just lay there awhile.
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5. |
F.O.O.L.
03:29
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we looked at pictures on your floor
off all your fiends i've never met before
we started playing games and getting bored
and when i left it started getting cold
and we talk-talk-talk about growing up
and we talk-talk-talk about getting old
and we talk-talk-talk about growing up
and about how we'll figure it out
ya, ya we're gunna work it out
we drew those pictures on your door
of all those things we've never seen before
we talked about growing old
took off our shoes and sat down on floor
and we talk-talk-talk about growing up
and we talk-talk-talk about getting old
and we talk-talk-talk about growing up
and about how we'll figure it out
ya, ya we're gunna work it out
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